Claire Redfield (
cameprepared) wrote in
isleofavalon2021-04-06 10:06 pm
[Open] Living with painful memories...
đź§™ WHO: Claire Redfield
cameprepared & You!
⚔️️ WHAT: An open log with some closed prompts.
đź•’ WHEN: Early April
🗺️ WHERE: All over Avalon. Primarily the Training Grounds and Camelot.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible Strong Language, mentions of Zombies and other Resident Evil canon things, and general violence/blood in quest threads
Note that I will match Prose or Brackets, I have no preference!
Moving Day (Camelot/The Inn)
When the rain starts, the only thing Claire can think of is that old proverb April showers bring May flowers. The heavy, heavy rainfall isn't really unexpected since this is basically magical England, but she can't help but curse her luck at deciding to move during a rainstorm. Renting out a small house with a couple of extra rooms for her and Sherry wasn't exactly straining the budget, so it made sense. They needed room to grow, and so did their familiars.
And so the inn's hallways are filled with the sounds of moving boxes and one Claire Redfield with a stack of them in her arms. Not that Claire has a ton of stuff, but she's been here for a few months and she's a bit of a pack-rat. Also, she's kind of moving alone, not wanting to be a pain.
"Sorry, you mind telling me when I'm about to hit the steps?" she asks, realizing she's not alone in the hallway and can't quite see the stairs around the boxes. "And...sorry for being in the way."
I'm Only Happy When It Rains (Training Grounds)
After getting everything moved over, which is of course when there's a short break in the weather, an exasperated Claire heads over to the training grounds. That's the best place to blow off some extra steam, in her estimation. This time, she's working with something new. Dark Magic she's gotten a fairly decent grasp at by now, but her Green Magic is something totally new. Standing in the center of a circle of training dummies, she's holding out her hands, and out of her sleeves a dozen or so small vines seem to be writhing and growing. They're moving slowly, and Claire is obviously deeply focused, but after a moment or two they go limp and she sags in plain exhaustion.
"Fucking hell, this is hard..."
Spiders, Man! (Quest, Closed to Pre-Plotted CR)
Sliding off of her bike and looking at her companion, Claire makes no bones about her trepidation. The Dog had already run on ahead, sniffing out the location, and she trusts her familiar to do a good job with that...but going into a dark and enclosed space full of monsters brings back some bad memories. Breathing out slowly, trying to steady herself as she checks her pack, she nods. And then nods again, more to herself this time.
"Ready, then?" she asks, voice full of feigned confidence, hand resting on her familiar's shaggy head.
The Library...is Open! (Quest, Closed to Pre-Plotted CR)
Hand on her gun, the Dog at her side, Claire's feeling decidedly more comfortable with the Labyrinth than she had the spider hollows earlier that week. This is at least inside, and it's more within her wheelhouse than giant spiders. Plus, all they have to do is hunt down some slimes and those seem easy enough to kill.
So, flashlight held up, shoulders back, she grins confidently.
"Alright. So did you go down and explore this place before?"
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⚔️️ WHAT: An open log with some closed prompts.
đź•’ WHEN: Early April
🗺️ WHERE: All over Avalon. Primarily the Training Grounds and Camelot.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible Strong Language, mentions of Zombies and other Resident Evil canon things, and general violence/blood in quest threads
Note that I will match Prose or Brackets, I have no preference!
Moving Day (Camelot/The Inn)
When the rain starts, the only thing Claire can think of is that old proverb April showers bring May flowers. The heavy, heavy rainfall isn't really unexpected since this is basically magical England, but she can't help but curse her luck at deciding to move during a rainstorm. Renting out a small house with a couple of extra rooms for her and Sherry wasn't exactly straining the budget, so it made sense. They needed room to grow, and so did their familiars.
And so the inn's hallways are filled with the sounds of moving boxes and one Claire Redfield with a stack of them in her arms. Not that Claire has a ton of stuff, but she's been here for a few months and she's a bit of a pack-rat. Also, she's kind of moving alone, not wanting to be a pain.
"Sorry, you mind telling me when I'm about to hit the steps?" she asks, realizing she's not alone in the hallway and can't quite see the stairs around the boxes. "And...sorry for being in the way."
I'm Only Happy When It Rains (Training Grounds)
After getting everything moved over, which is of course when there's a short break in the weather, an exasperated Claire heads over to the training grounds. That's the best place to blow off some extra steam, in her estimation. This time, she's working with something new. Dark Magic she's gotten a fairly decent grasp at by now, but her Green Magic is something totally new. Standing in the center of a circle of training dummies, she's holding out her hands, and out of her sleeves a dozen or so small vines seem to be writhing and growing. They're moving slowly, and Claire is obviously deeply focused, but after a moment or two they go limp and she sags in plain exhaustion.
"Fucking hell, this is hard..."
Spiders, Man! (Quest, Closed to Pre-Plotted CR)
Sliding off of her bike and looking at her companion, Claire makes no bones about her trepidation. The Dog had already run on ahead, sniffing out the location, and she trusts her familiar to do a good job with that...but going into a dark and enclosed space full of monsters brings back some bad memories. Breathing out slowly, trying to steady herself as she checks her pack, she nods. And then nods again, more to herself this time.
"Ready, then?" she asks, voice full of feigned confidence, hand resting on her familiar's shaggy head.
The Library...is Open! (Quest, Closed to Pre-Plotted CR)
Hand on her gun, the Dog at her side, Claire's feeling decidedly more comfortable with the Labyrinth than she had the spider hollows earlier that week. This is at least inside, and it's more within her wheelhouse than giant spiders. Plus, all they have to do is hunt down some slimes and those seem easy enough to kill.
So, flashlight held up, shoulders back, she grins confidently.
"Alright. So did you go down and explore this place before?"
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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals was a logo she'd seen in those visions.
"He's a tough guy, he'll be fine, I'm sure of that."
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“So the company he was dealing with was doing some trouble in your world?” he tries to make sure that he wasn’t misinterpreting the information, “Sounds like your brother must be a really good person with his job, ensuring people’s safety from whatever it is that company was doing. I wonder why they are giving your home a hard time.”
He then tries his luck again in casting a flame again by trying to think hard (but not too much) to have it appearing on his fist, though he isn’t sure if he is going to be successful this time around.
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Claire stops working on the spell, instead opting to focus on the conversation. It's fine, she needs a breather, anyway.
"...So did I ever tell you about the night before I ended up in Avalon?"
With the zombies and all.
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Yeah, she's going to need to sit down for this. Plunking down on a nearby bench, she runs a hand through sweaty hair.
"I was in Raccoon City, before I came here, heading to visit my brother. Raccoon is where their American headquarters is, and it's a big deal because the whole town is built up around Umbrella. I arrived and found the town basically overrun with zombies. A virus from the Umbrella lab had gotten out, and...well hell, you've probably seen movies. You probably have an idea."
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Harry could honestly swear that his jaws drop as he hears Claire’s story of Umbrella’s virus experiments and the Raccoon City zombie outbreak and he didn’t speak for a minute or so, not knowing what to say next.
“Whoa, so they basically caused a zombie outbreak onto the town?” he is trying to let the information sink in for a moment.
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It's a simple answer. But there are layers.
"I think that it getting out was an accident. But they are at fault. And, it's bad, Harry. Like, the virus is way worse than simple zombies. When I fell out of the sky and hit the bay, I was on my way with a bunch of documents to take to the US Army."
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How weird it is that she is opening up to what she went through in her world and he couldn’t have the bravery to tell her his tale. Though maybe he should let her finish before he can go speak much about his story before coming to Avalon.
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And it's pretty gross what they get away with!
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“Well, this actually reminds me a bit of how a government office back in my world would act some years ago,” he opens up a little, not knowing how Claire would react to it, “They tried to dismiss me and a professor of mine trying to tell everyone that someone was trying to conquer my world for over a year. It’s very complicated.”
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Claire rolls her shoulders, stretching and blowing out a breath before looking at Harry with the patient expression of someone willing to listen to just about anything.
"What happened?"
Ahhh, I almost forgot about this!
“When I accidentally stop his first attempt on my life as a baby, the wizarding community cheered that he was gone. But little did everyone knew then is that he barely survived it and went into hiding until I was in my Fourth Year when he got his body restored,” he continues on, “The ministry in charge of magical affairs in my world didn’t want to believe me even after I saw it happening.”
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What the fuck? Just...what? This sounds pretty goddamn terrible, if she's completely honest.
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“I’m really sorry if this sounds so terrible, it was hard on me since I only got to be with my parents for a year and 3 months,” he sighs heavily while his eyes now gaze down to the ground.
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The rest of that, she doesn't get. But she steps closer all the same, pulling him into a hug.
"I grew up an orphan too. Mom and dad died when I was five or so. It's hard."
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“Gee, I’m sorry to hear about your parents too, Claire,” he sighs as he reciprocates to the hug, “At least you still have Chris around, I wasn’t lucky to have siblings, though I did got friends who became like family to me later on.”
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"Those are good things to have. Friends as family isn't the same, but it's just as good. Still, I'm sorry, Harry."