Leon's still not convinced that this place isn't some kind of fucked up construct of his dying brain, but as it turns out all the sitting in place and refusing to engage with any of this bullshit he can muster hasn't made him feel any more like he's going to wake up (or die) any faster. Begrudgingly, he follows the crowds out into the night, feeling sorely underdressed for the situation without any of his gear on him.
What was it the mayor's assistant said about some kind of terrible curse? Leon's no big believer in magic, but he's seen enough to know that all kinds of horrible things are possible, and he's not looking forward to seeing how that pans out here. Sure, the people here seem calmer and more put together than, say, the folks back in Valdelobos, but - oh yep, there it is
The minute the stars start to fall from the sky, Leon has his hand on a nearby steak knife left lying out on one of the tables at a nearby restaurant. He hesitates, waiting to see what the strange figures do, but as soon as the one nearest him rears back and poises its scorpion-like tail to strike, he leaps between it and anyone else nearby, brandishing the knife.
"Get back!"
2. Into a remarkably similar frying pan
Well, that probably wasn't the best introduction to this little community Leon possibly could've had, but it has confirmed for him that his one useful skillset is, in fact, still useful. It's with mixed feelings that he approaches the Enforcers' station - reminded both of his first wide-eyed and optimistic days at the police academy as well as that fateful night in Raccoon City, and then of being not-so-gently volunteered into military service. He thinks about the offer of building a new life here, a different one, while waiting to return to the old, and wonders if maybe he shouldn't jump back into the line of fire at the first opportunity.
But if not him, then who? Maybe people really can't die (double die?) here, but that doesn't mean they don't need protection from all the monsters apparently roaming around. And Leon is, if nothing else, very good at putting himself between other people and danger and coming out in one piece.
All this lengthy introspection to say, he's been standing outside the station for a good fifteen minutes now, frowning at the sign and the postings on the bulletin board thoughtfully.
3. Wildcard
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Leon S. Kennedy | Resident Evil 4 (Remake) | Prospective player
Leon's still not convinced that this place isn't some kind of fucked up construct of his dying brain, but as it turns out all the sitting in place and refusing to engage with any of this bullshit he can muster hasn't made him feel any more like he's going to wake up (or die) any faster. Begrudgingly, he follows the crowds out into the night, feeling sorely underdressed for the situation without any of his gear on him.
2. Into a remarkably similar frying panWhat was it the mayor's assistant said about some kind of terrible curse? Leon's no big believer in magic, but he's seen enough to know that all kinds of horrible things are possible, and he's not looking forward to seeing how that pans out here. Sure, the people here seem calmer and more put together than, say, the folks back in Valdelobos, but - oh yep, there it is
The minute the stars start to fall from the sky, Leon has his hand on a nearby steak knife left lying out on one of the tables at a nearby restaurant. He hesitates, waiting to see what the strange figures do, but as soon as the one nearest him rears back and poises its scorpion-like tail to strike, he leaps between it and anyone else nearby, brandishing the knife.
"Get back!"
Well, that probably wasn't the best introduction to this little community Leon possibly could've had, but it has confirmed for him that his one useful skillset is, in fact, still useful. It's with mixed feelings that he approaches the Enforcers' station - reminded both of his first wide-eyed and optimistic days at the police academy as well as that fateful night in Raccoon City, and then of being not-so-gently volunteered into military service. He thinks about the offer of building a new life here, a different one, while waiting to return to the old, and wonders if maybe he shouldn't jump back into the line of fire at the first opportunity.
3. WildcardBut if not him, then who? Maybe people really can't die (double die?) here, but that doesn't mean they don't need protection from all the monsters apparently roaming around. And Leon is, if nothing else, very good at putting himself between other people and danger and coming out in one piece.
All this lengthy introspection to say, he's been standing outside the station for a good fifteen minutes now, frowning at the sign and the postings on the bulletin board thoughtfully.
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