Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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The Duke came through wonderfully, giving Karl and Donna fake passports that left them as true siblings with the same last name, and paperwork that indicated they were travelling to America for cosmetic surgery.
"I feel your 'tumor' being benign is up for debate." Karl snorted, looking the paperwork over.
"I think revealing that it's a mutant-tumor would get some people on our heads." Donna mused, sitting primly beside the smaller pieces of their luggage in one of Romania's airports. She honestly hadn't paid too much attention to where Mother Miranda had brought them exactly. It was practically the first time she had left the vicinity of the village, and definitely the first time she was going to leave the country.
"Yeah, no need to have the BSAA start looking in this general direction, yes." He agreed with that, at least. "I hope you're not too upset we had to leave Angie?" It had been quickly realized that while Donna's tumor-like growth could be ignored - and even used as an excuse for their travel - the Cadou inside a 'normal' doll would be neither ignored by the security of all the instances they'd have to pass through nor be useful in any way. Who would have known that various virus-outbreaks would raise awareness about biological oddities...? He really needed to ask the Duke about supplying him a bit better with newspapers because he had felt somewhat blindsided by the number of outbreaks the larger man had brought up.
"I will manage." The fingers on one of her hands flexed lightly. "I still have my pollen, which will be a fair bit more subtle anyway than throwing Angie at someone."
Lord Heisenberg kept from flinching at that statement. One of the debatable side-effects of their sister's ordeal last year was that Donna had figured out ways to outright weaponize the pollen from her flowers. The scientist had been a good example for that.
He was stopped from answering when their flight was called. "Welp, too late to change our minds about this now." Pushing himself up, he reached for the handluggage. "Let's go, sis."
Having gone back to wearing her veil, he couldn't see her facial reaction, but she did lean just a bit closer to him when she took his arm. They were doing quite well at the whole sibling-act in public, that was for certain.
Including him blowing up at the security agent when the man demanded that she remove her veil. Partially it certainly was an act, but it was most assuredly also just an instinctive reaction when seeing her flinch away from the groping hand. They compromised on showing only most of her face, leaving her tumor hidden from sight. Big Brother had won.
"Careful that your smug is not contagious. Can't have it goop up the engines." Donna chuckled, getting comfortable in her seat. The Duke had arranged for seats in First Class, securely at the very front so few people would see her if she decided to remove her veil. That her tumor had been declared 'benign' enough that the aircompanies would let her board did not mean that other passengers would not lose their minds if they saw.
"Meh, there's better ways to bring down a plane." He could - probably - just tear off a wing, or at least mangle it sufficiently. Certainly not while he was still in it, though. "Well, let's find out if the food is as bad as they say, shall we?"
"On the plane, or in America?" She snorted, reaching into her small bag and unsurprisingly pulling out a sewing-project. It looked like another doll, though he was kind-off suspicious about the hair she had already given it.
"Both." He stretched out his legs, settling into his own seat while tipping his hat forward. "Wake me up when they deliver it, will you?"
"Or maybe I steal it if it's good." She pointed out, nearly giving him a heart-attack when she held up the doll beside his shocked face, humming in confirmation of something.
