BioQuest: Call

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Staring at the crossbow and radio in the Bathysphere with her, Elizabeth knew she had a decision to make… Whatever happened at the docks, violence was bound to involved with Sullivan and Booker on one side, Fontaine’s men on the other.

She stood sharply, leaving the crossbow behind and stepping out to dank air and gunfire with just the radio. She’d have no part in killing the wrong man.

Crouched for cover, Elizabeth followed the sounds of screams and bullets, weaving through the wreckage their fighting left.

The vending machine she passed was lopsided and still calling out with tinny laughter, a camera hung limply from the socket on the wall as it sparked, and debris and casings littered the floor. Her heels did her no favors there…

At last, she reached a door to the main area of the docks where she presumed Jack was first rescued… Where Booker stayed behind. She tightened her grip on the radio, approaching the door decorated with bronzed rays reaching out towards the frame.

Only to see it half open, the firefight going on just beyond reach. If they killed the man they believed to be Fontaine before she got there, they’d not only kill an innocent man, but give Fontaine freedom to search for Jack.

“Booker,” she called through the door. The lights had already dimmed to simulate nighttime, and the damage to the area kicked up dust, making it even harder to see where he might be. “Booker, I’m stuck!”

“Stay–” A blast of fire roared by here and she ducked, taking a sharp breath in and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. “Stay there, Elizabeth! Don’t move!” He finished, still out of sight.

“Booker, get back here! This instant!” She huffed, but he was gone. Clipping the radio to her skirt, she propped her hands on her hips and examined the door. It was wedged open by some mechanical error, the gap slightly wider than her shoulders.

“I can fit,” she decided and reassured herself. Elizabeth tucked a curl of hair behind her ear again, reminding herself to get a clip for that soon, and smoothed her blouse.

“Nothing to be nervous about.” …but should she do this? Maybe it was possible to stop them from killing Fontaine’s fake if she could only get a hold of someone with the authority to stop them. “Ryan,” she whispered to herself.

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Christmas Cosplays!

Jasmine Jolene (Closet Cosplay)

Jasmine Jolene closet cosplay

As part of a community challenge on the BioShock Amino, I put together a closet cosplay for Jasmine Jolene from the first game.

Controversial her character may be, but this was a delight to do and I hope to do more challenges like this in the future!

BioQuest: Maneuver

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September 10, 1958

The familiar ridges and bumps of the metal stump of her finger comforted her to an extent… Booker climbed the stairs with the theater lights on his shoulders, reflecting off his gun. Her first steps after him were more sure than she felt, but Elizabeth followed and sat beside him in the Bathysphere to the docks.

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“You sure the little miss should be coming?” Sullivan looked to Booker as if she wasn’t even there as they rushed through the ocean, bubbles whirling past them.

“You’re welcome to try stopping her. I’m not about to,” Booker replied flatly, eyeing the radio that had been returned to its place in the Bathysphere. It reminded silent but perhaps that’s what worried him… But she couldn’t resist a soft chuckle after their exchange.

“I can defend myself, Mr. Sullivan.” True, she spent most of her time with Booker outside the tower just hiding during fights, but once the rebellion began… Daisy and Slate insisted she learned to fight as well. Crossing her legs, Elizabeth flashed a knowing smile at Sullivan and he grimaced in response.

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“Should’ve known… All the dames here are razor sharp, one way or another.” He shifted in his seat, his casual suit (if one could call it that) straining against his movement even with the first button of his shirt undone.

Though Sullivan was not much to look at, he was a man built like a brick. Booker was athletic, but Sullivan… He looked like the sort of man who wouldn’t flinch if you punched him directly in the jaw. She could see how he became the head of Rapture’s security and so close to Ryan.

They travelled in silence, but the moment the Bathysphere door opened to the docks, shouts and gunfire and a mechanical laugh from the vending machine rang through the air and straight through her nerves. It was easy to forget how combat just took you over…

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Booker and Sullivan moved out down the dark hall toward the ports, hunched for cover. Other men were already waiting for them at the turn of the hall, welcoming the two of them as new cogs in their war machine.

One such man turned his gun to the rafters and a woman with… Were those hook in her hands…? She fell from the ceiling with a few bursts from the barrel of the soldier’s weapon.

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And somewhere out there would be tears for her to use, no doubt, but not with all those people present. They had to face down Fontaine without her abilities, but from what Tenenbaum said…

The real Fontaine wasn’t here. This death was fake and with it, he’d be free to maneuver the city and find Jack again. This was ahead of schedule but he’d also just lost a critical piece of his plan.

Beside Elizabeth was the crossbow from when she first came to get Booker… Or the radio still resting against the wall where she’d first found it.

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BioQuest: Rest

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Watching Cohen leave, she let out a breath and fidgeted with the metal end of where her pinky should have been. The familiar surface of the metal was soothing, especially in such tumultuous times…
She faced Booker, who stood alone. Sullivan waited out of sight in the Bathysphere, she presumed. “How long will this ‘favor’ take, Booker?”


He scoffed, answering, “Way this night’s been, I’ll be back in the morning. I traded a blind eye from Sullivan by agreeing to help when he needed it next.”
Booker had taken a few steps towards the Bathysphere, hesitating as she didn’t follow. “And this is Fontaine we’re dealing with. You want your rest before the big meetup the loon tomorrow? Go home.”
He didn’t wait any longer. Gun propped over his shoulder, he followed Sullivan’s path to the Bathysphere. “Anyway, our gracious host could probably use your help. I’ll be back.”

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