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[center][h3]Resident Evil Verse- Compound[/h3][/center]
[b]Mentioned:[/b] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Raineh Daze] [@PKMNB0Y]
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Sol quietly followed the group inside the compound with his Fuuenken resting upon his shoulder and acting as a makeshift headrest as his head seemed to lazily tilt against it. Introductions were made and the only point when he actually decided to start listening was when Claire Redfield asked for his and the group’s help.

[color=ed1c24]“Hm…seeing as those guys looked a bit dead back there…”[/color] Sol cast his maroon eyes up at the ceiling as though he were reading thoughts scribbled across the back of his head. He muttered softly to himself, [color=ed1c24]“Zombies…things that don’t die twice…army of them…undead army…”[/color]

[b]Goldibanne thinks that’s exactly why we’re here…[/b]

[color=ed1c24]“Speak for yourself sister,”[/color] Sol gruffly replied.

Lowering his sword, he waved his hand out and said frankly, [color=ed1c24]“I’ll handle this problem for 3 million world dollars. I’ll take half now. You can pay me the rest after I solve your problem.”[/color]

He had no idea how he wound up with these bozos. One was a little girl and the other talked funny. Then there was a giant wolf and the robochick. Well…it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Actually…yeap…nothing new. Even his world had characters who didn’t exactly make much sense.