"You should reload before you go in there." Rachael was idly scrolling through her phone, browsing through some anime merch she liked, while Yuuki was at the helm for their playthrough of Biohazard 4 for their livestream. "I played this part earlier before the game crashed, remember?"
"I don't have any extra 12 gauge ammo left. And you fuckin' burned up all our damn Steyr ammo during that dumb cabin fight. So, we're stuck with these six shells, like, two extra mags for the Luger, and what... four sniper rounds? Yo, chat! Can we all agree that once we get our claws on the Magnum, neither of us touch it unless it's an emergency?" Yuuki checked their inventory, which, aside from their weapons - the Red9 pistol, the default shotgun, the TMP, and the bolt-action Rifle - was mostly empty aside from the aforementioned pistol ammo, and a rather respectable stock of healing items.
"I already know what's in there, and I say that you need a couple more bullets than what you're working with." Rachael countered. "If you cluster them in the doorways, then I think you'll be able to get a multi-kill or two." She looked up from her phone as she said the last part. "But, yeah, I agree about the Magnum. Bosses or emergencies only."
But, Queens, you should replace your current weapons for the new ones at the next Merchant! Your shotgun and rifle need to be replaced, but the new pistol isn't as good as the Red9!
"He's right, y'know..." Yuuki read the chat while the game was still paused, reaching over to her plate of human foods - she'd just tossed the plate of food together, mixing familiar items with new ones - and munching on a very crunchy piece, but then pulled it out of her mouth and stared at it. "What's this?"
"Fuckin' loud, that's what." Rachael looked at the chunk of food in her twin's hand, then smirked. "It's a carrot, you moron!"
"I know this might sound childish, but I'm not really a fan of what are these called again... Oh, vegetables. Don't get me wrong, I like most fruits, I just can't stand a lot of vegetables." Yuuki tossed the last piece of the carrot into her mouth and chomped down on it loudly as she unpaused the game and proceeded to enter the door she'd been standing in front of.
I thought that Ghouls, even you T-Ghouls, couldn't eat human fare? Am I missing something?
"Well, you're half right." Rachael put her phone down onto the desk, keeping one set of eyes on her twin's progress while another set was on the chat. "Normal Ghouls can't eat that without puking. But, two years ago, just before I was cloned, Jake's dad, Albert Wesker, injected her with another Virus he'd made. It's called the C-Virus. C meaning Chrysalis, like bugs. So, after she got captured by Wesker, dumbass made me, we deal with him accordingly, and our dad recently found out from one of Wesker's lackey's that the C-Virus had a side-effect on Ghouls, which neutralized that enzyme we produce, the one that normally prevents us from being able to eat anything except flesh. So, there you have it..." Rachael explained, then noticed Yuuki was pursing her lips nervously, and of course, she couldn't help but smile at her sister's aprehension at the eerily quiet area. "Don't say I didn't warn you~!"
"It can't be that big of a deal!" Yuuki countered, making their character kick a door open. "It's not like we're going up against that chainsaw motherfucker from the village..." Yuuki scoffed, turning the corner and initiating a cutscene.
The literal dawning comprehension on Yuuki's face for the next three seconds was accompanied by utterly shocked silence, watching the not one, but two chainsaw wielding enemies as they appeared and dropped in to fight her... until Yuuki tossed the controller onto the desk, slammed her hands onto the keyboard to hit Alt and F4, completely shutting down the game.
"I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH BULLETS FOR THAT BULLSHIT!"
Rachael almost fell out of her chair from laughter, and the chat seemed to sympathize.
"I speak from experience when I say there is no such thing as having enough bullets." Tobias' chat message popped up, and Yuuki shook her head with a sigh.
"I'd like to see you try that fight with what we have for ammo." Yuuki challenged her father sassily.
"Turn the game back on, I'll be upstairs shortly."
"Oh fuck..." Rachael stopped laughing, staring at Yuuki in shock. "What did you just do?"
"What?!" Yuuki asked incredulously as she restarted the game, bringing up their saved data from a few minutes earlier, not far from where they'd just been. "I asked dad for help!"
"You didn't ask, you challenged me." Tobias spoke up from the other side of the door as he pushed it open. "And since I've been watching the whole time, I know your current ammunition and status. Controller please."
Yuuki handed over the controller and watched as her father turned away from the door they'd gone through, walked up to the nearby Merchant, and upgraded the capacity stat of their Shotgun, and their TMP, just once for each, then handed the controller back with a smirk.
"Your welcome." Tobias smirked before he chuckled and explained. "Upgrading the capacity of your guns refills the improved magazine for free. I know you two are saving your money, but that was a necessary course of action."
"Oh..." Yuuki blinked a few times in surprise. "Well in that case, thanks dad."
"I also recommend replacing your pistol, as much as the chat disagrees." Tobias glanced at the available pistols. "I played this game years ago, I used the starting pistol for my entire first playthrough."
"I really like the one that bitch in the red dress was using. What's it called?" Rachael recalled a recent cutscene where said woman saved them from an enemy and promptly vanished.
"The Blacktail. I tried all of the guns in my second and even my third runs of the game, It's good enough, I just liked the default one better." Tobias explained.
"So... you must be that crossdressing faggot my son told me about."
"Oh fuck, here we go..." Valentine muttered under his breath in Russian as he glared over his shoulder at Dalton's father, a tall but pudgy, greasy haired man with equal parts grime and acne on his scruffy face. "I suggest you watch your mouth, I can already tell you'll be easier to deal with than what's left of your son, both mentally and physically."
"I'll do whatever I fucking please, you fairy!" The man tried to grab Valentine's shoulder, but with a quick reversal, Valentine had his Colt pressed under the man's jaw, which likewise earned collective gasps from several people surrounding them in the cafe, which was near the school. They wisely chose to back away, some even leaving the building entirely.
"Then by all means, do as you please. I, of course, shall do the same." Valentine cheekily tapped the man's neck with the side of his gun. "And that includes blowing your brains out on a whim."
"I can press charges on you!"
"Really?" Valentine released his grasp on the man's arm and withdrew his gun, only to replace it with one of his family calling cards, the BSAA, CCG and Umbrella logo's - as always - boldly emblazoned on the surface. "I'd love to see you try."
"The fuck's that supposed to mean?!" He tried to grab Valentine again, but with little more than a glance and flick of his wrist, he shot the man's kneecap with a smirk on his face, causing the remaining civilians to scream and take cover as he thudded flat on his face at Valentine's feet.
"It means I have some very potent diplomatic immunity." Valentine crouched down and rested his right hand - the one with his gun - on his raised knee. "So not only can you not do anything to me, neither can the police, nor the CCG. In fact, count yourself lucky that I'm not hungry right now. Just do me a favour and hang onto this for a while, dah?" He gently placed the calling card within easy reach of the wounded man before picking up the fallen shell casing and used his Magnokinesis to - painfully - extract the mangled but still intact hollow point .45 ACP Q-bullet from the man's leg, drawing it out for just a few lovely seconds longer than necessary.
The next day, at school...
"Daddy's even more of a little bitch than you are. Looks like I need to improve my obedience regime on the two of you, hm?" Valentine didn't care that everyone was listening, in fact, to the unknowing fool - which, sadly, all of his classmates save for Sheva were unknowing fools - it was a highly sexually charged comment that made them all raise eyebrows at the implication of not only Dalton's, but also his father's fetish for gender based powerplay... With Valentine.
"I'm not scared of you." Dalton spoke quietly through his teeth at Valentine, whose hand shot straight out and grabbed Dalton by the ear, dropping him down to one knee to grovel at Valentine's feet.
"Oh believe me... What I've done to you already... That shit can't hold a candle to what I have in mind for you, my two playthings." Valentine spoke in a low but husky whisper, just like an actual dominatrix, his face forming that signature Yandere-like smile.