LunarDiscord
"The Crimson Shroud"
Claire let out a sigh rubbing one of her gloved hands against her face, the leather of the fingerless brown glove squeaking a bit when it dragged along the skin of her cheek, the soles of her brown combat boots clicking on the tiles beneath them as she made her way to the main foyer of the Museum, where Chris had told her the rest of the civilians he had picked up should be waiting. " Well isn't this great... another damn nightmare to deal with, as if Raccoon City and Rockford Island weren't enough.. " Claire whispered under her breath, she knew she was signing up for something fucked up when Chris had offered to pull a few strings to have her come along on one of his missions, but she wasn't expecting the horrors she had seen on the streets of Vegas, it was utter bedlam, and quite frankly, she was fucking pissed, as much as she was shaken up. Claire had heard about the "Vegas Incident" just before Chris had sent his invitation to her, with no chance to do any research into what exactly was going on, it was either deny an offer to see her brother again and watch from home, or suck it up and head in blindly, and her headstrong nature is why she chose the latter, and was why she was currently in this Museum. " Why don't you go see some of the other survivors I rounded up, go introduce yourself, we'll be with them for a while. " Chris had said, practically shooing her away from the makeshift headquarters he and his BSAA buddies had set up in one of the exhibit rooms. Although she would most certainly rather stick by her brother during this mess, she would also rather listen to his orders than start an argument with him already, which would be the last thing she wanted.
After a few moments more, she finally made her way into the grand foyer, her eyes scanning about it as she took in the surprising amount of civilians that occupied it, but stranger than the amount of them, was exactly what the hell some of them were. She had seen B.O.W's before, really disgusting and out of this world mutations of natural organisms, but some of the... beings... in this lobby looked like they walked right off the set of a blockbuster Sci-fi film. There were some normal looking people, like the clearly inebriated detective who had just stumbled in with a bottle of wine in his hands, and a revolver big enough to give her Beretta M-9 size envy, or the noticeably more gruff detective that had just lit a cigarette by the base of the stand holding the dinosaur bones. A few also appeared to be human, but dressed as if they had walked out of one of those conventions Claire was always interested in going to. Like the sharply dressed man leaning against a pillar, he was in a full red suit and had some weird sort of latex ski mask that was also a similar shade of red, or the pissed off looking punk chick over in the corner who was wearing mechanical gauntlets nearly bigger than her, not to mention her neon pink hair that contrasted from everything else she was wearing. Then there was the alien looking type she had first saw, his skin, should it be called that in his "culture" were varying shades of grey, and he wore large, rounded, blue, metallic armor that looked too heavy to move in, holding what seemed to be a futuristic assault riffle.
Deciding she would rather not give herself the headache of introducing herself to everyone at once, Claire moved over to the reception desk, trying to move slowly as if to reduce the noise of her footsteps, almost trying to hard too prevent drawing attention from herself. Luckily, without incident, she reached the office chair behind said desk, leaning back in it with some sort of grimace on her face. " This is going to be a hell of day, isn't it...? " She though to herself, watching the foyer from her post, seeing if anyone else would end up joining the "civilians" that had gathered here.
After a few moments more, she finally made her way into the grand foyer, her eyes scanning about it as she took in the surprising amount of civilians that occupied it, but stranger than the amount of them, was exactly what the hell some of them were. She had seen B.O.W's before, really disgusting and out of this world mutations of natural organisms, but some of the... beings... in this lobby looked like they walked right off the set of a blockbuster Sci-fi film. There were some normal looking people, like the clearly inebriated detective who had just stumbled in with a bottle of wine in his hands, and a revolver big enough to give her Beretta M-9 size envy, or the noticeably more gruff detective that had just lit a cigarette by the base of the stand holding the dinosaur bones. A few also appeared to be human, but dressed as if they had walked out of one of those conventions Claire was always interested in going to. Like the sharply dressed man leaning against a pillar, he was in a full red suit and had some weird sort of latex ski mask that was also a similar shade of red, or the pissed off looking punk chick over in the corner who was wearing mechanical gauntlets nearly bigger than her, not to mention her neon pink hair that contrasted from everything else she was wearing. Then there was the alien looking type she had first saw, his skin, should it be called that in his "culture" were varying shades of grey, and he wore large, rounded, blue, metallic armor that looked too heavy to move in, holding what seemed to be a futuristic assault riffle.
Deciding she would rather not give herself the headache of introducing herself to everyone at once, Claire moved over to the reception desk, trying to move slowly as if to reduce the noise of her footsteps, almost trying to hard too prevent drawing attention from herself. Luckily, without incident, she reached the office chair behind said desk, leaning back in it with some sort of grimace on her face. " This is going to be a hell of day, isn't it...? " She though to herself, watching the foyer from her post, seeing if anyone else would end up joining the "civilians" that had gathered here.
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