OOC - A bit of apocrypha
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Way back when I still had anything to do with the GJ RP, Cole-mun tried to get me to write for a huge project of hers that was basically a crossover of the Resident Evil series with, well, pretty much everything else she decided to toss in. And she wanted me to toss in AU versions of the Wilybots I played. Now, I like AU, but I didn't really feel (and still don't) like picking up a whole other AU of the same charas. I can keep scores of charas separate, but not if they're alternates of each other. That, and while I had a few plotbunnies of how things would have gone differently via the universe she described, I really had little interest or time for it.
However, I was bitten by one scene squirrel back in those days, and it resulted in the following. It's not likely to ever have a purpose, and it obviously didn't ever happen for WW!Plant-chan, but I still like the way it turned out. So I thought, what the heck, I'd share it here.
And I still say she'd squee over Plant-42 or any other T-Virus infested foliage.
Ash.
That was all the visitor could see, from one horizon to the other. Ash, dust, and the occasional fragment of rubble showing where some buildings had once stood. The green vines on the back of the small figure drooped in disappointment, although there had been little reason to expect anything else. Raccoon City was as dead as the moon, kept that way by Umbrella's 'scorched earth' policy of biohazard cleanup.
She hissed when the tips of her vines made contact with the dry soil. Although it couldn't harm her, the vines could detect the extreme amount of chemicals, salts, and burning done to the soil to make sure not even the smallest blade of grass could grow as a host for the virii that had been spilled here. The vines curled into almost pained twists, held close to the small of her back as she shivered. Nothing could have survived here. Perhaps I should just be reporting back with my failure.
But she couldn't give up quite so easily. The fragmented reports they'd found hinted that it might still survive. She wanted to see it, or whatever remained of it. From what she had heard there had been no other quite like it. Nowhere in all the world.
So she made her way through the dust of what was once Raccoon City to an area that was little more than a large sinkhole filled with water. The water was cloudy, and stank of the chemicals Umbrella's cleanup workers had repeatedly dumped here to prevent anything from growing in it.
"Hey! Kid! How the hell did you get in here!"
The shout startled her, and she turned to see an Umbrella worker in a hazmat suit and wearing a backpack-style flamethrower. Her timing had been unfortunate, and she'd interrupted a routine cleanup of the former Spencer Mansion site. The man who'd spotted her had already unholstered a smaller weapon as he approached.
"Answer me. This is a restricted area. You're trespassing."
She had little doubt he'd open fire. Or worse, attempt to capture her as a future test subject. Unlike a large portion of the world, she no longer held any illusions about Umbrella. The older ones at Skull Fortress had shown her more than enough evidence of the company's actions.
"I came to pick up a friend, Senhor," the little Brazilian androgyne replied, letting the vines on her back uncoil.
"Oh, shi-"
The rest of what the human might have said was quickly cut off as Plant's vines tightened around his neck. The older ones had been right. Looking like a child had made him hesitate to register her as a threat. It was a fatal mistake. He tried to fire a couple shots as the vines cut through the hazmat suit and into his throat, but the charcoal grey bodysuit she wore was enough to block most common firearms. She had to duck, however, when at the last moment he'd had enough sense to aim a shot for her head. It wouldn't have done critical damage, but she still didn't want to have an optic replaced after this.
When the body went limp, exibiting only faint spasmatic twitching, Plant almost released her hold. Then she remembered what she had been told at Skull Fortress. 'No matter what you kill, remove the head. If it has one.' It was especially important in an area like Raccoon. She didn't know how much of the virus might remain in the area, but she didn't want the guard to attack her again after he was dead. She constricted the vines as tightly as she could manage, snapping his neck to finish the job. The head and body dropped into the dust.
Plant sighed at her blood-soaked vines. She couldn't stand the thought of washing them off in that horribly tainted water, so she'd just have to live with the mess for a little while.
With the interruption dealt with, she began to search the edge of the lake on the side closest to where the guardhouse would have been. She forced herself to drag the tips of her vines in the poisoned soil, sensing for anything that might remain dormant beneath the surface. There was a small patch of grass and other greenery that the human she'd eliminated had likely been sent to torch.
As she trailed her vines through it, she felt something grab one of them and smiled. Then she laughed... it was tickling her! Giggling, she fell to her knees next to what at first glance resembled a glossy leaved dark green hosta, careful not to move her vine or disrupt what had snagged it.
A small vine had reached out from beneath the leaves of the little plant, and wrapped itself around Plant's own odd appendage. As she watched, the mottled tentacle-like shape carefully explored her vine, sucking off the traces of blood.
Plant thought it was one of the most adorable things she'd ever seen.
Surreal and AU, but just so like Plant-chan.
However, I was bitten by one scene squirrel back in those days, and it resulted in the following. It's not likely to ever have a purpose, and it obviously didn't ever happen for WW!Plant-chan, but I still like the way it turned out. So I thought, what the heck, I'd share it here.
And I still say she'd squee over Plant-42 or any other T-Virus infested foliage.
Ash.
That was all the visitor could see, from one horizon to the other. Ash, dust, and the occasional fragment of rubble showing where some buildings had once stood. The green vines on the back of the small figure drooped in disappointment, although there had been little reason to expect anything else. Raccoon City was as dead as the moon, kept that way by Umbrella's 'scorched earth' policy of biohazard cleanup.
She hissed when the tips of her vines made contact with the dry soil. Although it couldn't harm her, the vines could detect the extreme amount of chemicals, salts, and burning done to the soil to make sure not even the smallest blade of grass could grow as a host for the virii that had been spilled here. The vines curled into almost pained twists, held close to the small of her back as she shivered. Nothing could have survived here. Perhaps I should just be reporting back with my failure.
But she couldn't give up quite so easily. The fragmented reports they'd found hinted that it might still survive. She wanted to see it, or whatever remained of it. From what she had heard there had been no other quite like it. Nowhere in all the world.
So she made her way through the dust of what was once Raccoon City to an area that was little more than a large sinkhole filled with water. The water was cloudy, and stank of the chemicals Umbrella's cleanup workers had repeatedly dumped here to prevent anything from growing in it.
"Hey! Kid! How the hell did you get in here!"
The shout startled her, and she turned to see an Umbrella worker in a hazmat suit and wearing a backpack-style flamethrower. Her timing had been unfortunate, and she'd interrupted a routine cleanup of the former Spencer Mansion site. The man who'd spotted her had already unholstered a smaller weapon as he approached.
"Answer me. This is a restricted area. You're trespassing."
She had little doubt he'd open fire. Or worse, attempt to capture her as a future test subject. Unlike a large portion of the world, she no longer held any illusions about Umbrella. The older ones at Skull Fortress had shown her more than enough evidence of the company's actions.
"I came to pick up a friend, Senhor," the little Brazilian androgyne replied, letting the vines on her back uncoil.
"Oh, shi-"
The rest of what the human might have said was quickly cut off as Plant's vines tightened around his neck. The older ones had been right. Looking like a child had made him hesitate to register her as a threat. It was a fatal mistake. He tried to fire a couple shots as the vines cut through the hazmat suit and into his throat, but the charcoal grey bodysuit she wore was enough to block most common firearms. She had to duck, however, when at the last moment he'd had enough sense to aim a shot for her head. It wouldn't have done critical damage, but she still didn't want to have an optic replaced after this.
When the body went limp, exibiting only faint spasmatic twitching, Plant almost released her hold. Then she remembered what she had been told at Skull Fortress. 'No matter what you kill, remove the head. If it has one.' It was especially important in an area like Raccoon. She didn't know how much of the virus might remain in the area, but she didn't want the guard to attack her again after he was dead. She constricted the vines as tightly as she could manage, snapping his neck to finish the job. The head and body dropped into the dust.
Plant sighed at her blood-soaked vines. She couldn't stand the thought of washing them off in that horribly tainted water, so she'd just have to live with the mess for a little while.
With the interruption dealt with, she began to search the edge of the lake on the side closest to where the guardhouse would have been. She forced herself to drag the tips of her vines in the poisoned soil, sensing for anything that might remain dormant beneath the surface. There was a small patch of grass and other greenery that the human she'd eliminated had likely been sent to torch.
As she trailed her vines through it, she felt something grab one of them and smiled. Then she laughed... it was tickling her! Giggling, she fell to her knees next to what at first glance resembled a glossy leaved dark green hosta, careful not to move her vine or disrupt what had snagged it.
A small vine had reached out from beneath the leaves of the little plant, and wrapped itself around Plant's own odd appendage. As she watched, the mottled tentacle-like shape carefully explored her vine, sucking off the traces of blood.
Plant thought it was one of the most adorable things she'd ever seen.
Surreal and AU, but just so like Plant-chan.