Otto's chilly response was exactly what Lawr had hoped for and he all but drank in the other man's unease. They were to quarantine infected hunters, it was a curious task all told, and he hoped that they would have to dispose of a few, perhaps he could even claim them on his theoretical scorecard if he ran into the mysterious horsewoman again. What would a worldwide zombie outbreak be worth to the horsemen?
"Lets mosey, shall we?" he said and led the way into one of the adjoining patient cells.
Inside was an unfortunate chained to a chair.
"Someone's already roped and wrangled this one." he said, and stood back so that someone else that wasn't him could undo the chains.
When they entered the room, Sasha didn't dally. She directed Otto towards the chair, and moved ahead herself.
"Now, yawwwwwl," Sasha purred, glancing over at Jan with a big, toothy grin on her lips, "let's take this slow, mm?"
Her chain came free without a hitch, the infected merely stringing together hungry words that sounded phlegmy and disgusting.
"You're up, Otto, darling."
1) You remove one of the four chains and you hear a loud snap, as the infected patient begins to foam at the mouth and convulse 2) You remove one of the four chains and the infected lunges towards you, snapping their teeth at you. They have lost all coherence and continue to salivate 3) You remove one of the four chains and the infected coughs, spitting blood all over you. Hopefully you didn't get any in your mouth.... 4) You remove one of the four chains and the infected stirs, repeatedly repeating the word eat over and over and over. They seem to have lost their mind.
Otto wanted to kick Lawr/Jan in the teeth, but he had more important things to do. Concentrating on the work to be done helped quell his fantasy.
The infected was of course a wretched sight to behold. He feared being touched or bitten by this thing the longer they lingered. It reminded him of some of the bodies his father would have on his table in the basement; more unfortunate of the dearly departed.
Removing the chains was a tricky business, and Otto flinched with the snap of the patient's struggles. "******** Hell..." He shuddered.
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Lawr waited patiently - close to the door of course - giving as wide a berth as possible to the babbling, virus addled person in the chair. Eat, it said, and he felt like it was not, even in it's stupor, much different from the general population of the island.
He looked on with bright, keen interest in his too-light eyes as Otto faced up to the creature next and found himself hoping that the other man got himself bitten. More moths, more excuse to shoot their little blonde friend in the head. Well. Not shoot. He wasn't that impersonal. He only had claws.
<> Butch volunteered.
He wasn't in a biting mood, he stayed where he was.
Sasha released the third chain, and the creature continued to convulse.
"What a foul little beastie," she crooned softly to it before glancing over at Otto. "Nicely done, once more, mon précieux bête, hmm?"
Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 7:14 am
America was flitting about and talking to people around them, but Peyton had stayed put, hand in Noah's, and just watched. She'd seen people arriving she knew, people she considered friends and allies, but she had a bad feeling about this mission. Worst than the usual foreboding that accompanied any sort of mission presented on high from the leads, she suspected having just spent a series of days and nights with America, Taym and Kostya in the infirmary was effecting her general outlook. She was usually a little more gung-ho than this.
While they waited for Caelius to show up the Sun looked over what she had in her thigh pouch. Runic bandages, runic torch, a few spare runes(just in case), regular bandages(again, just in case). It had seemed well packed the night before when she'd checked it, but now she found herself wishing she'd packed more. Frowning thoughtfully, she stuffed her phone on there as well, close to her thigh so the bandages were a barrier between it and anything hard that might hit her leg.
When Caelius did arrive he full attention went to him, and that persistent sense of foreboding only increased with the use of words such as contaminated and neutralizing threats.
Once they'd all arrived in the dank, darkness of wherever they'd been sent Peyton sought out Noah again, lacing her fingers with his, and then worked her way through the crowd until she could loop her other arm with Amerca's, who had probably already found Kon. "I was totally serious about us sticking together." There didn't seem to be much room for debate. An eclipse team made up of full hunters was impressive enough, but if they stuck together they also had a Life and a Death, and that covered all their bases nicely.
"Where should we start?"
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Otto's lip curled in disgust, wishing he'd packed a mask in addition to everything else he brought with him. Maybe he'd add that to his survival kit next he got the chance. "This is so unsanitary." He griped under his breath.
Despite Sasha's crooning, it wasn't any less of a dirty job.
The infected began murmuring all over again, making Otto's stomach to twists and acrobatics.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 7:51 am
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"Well done." Lawr said with added patronizing for Otto's benefit. "Now we have a little dogie wandering around or at least trying. " And just for the sake of security, he picked up one of the chains for himself, though (of course) still held at arm's length. "Apparently, we need to take it to room C for some sort of quarantine check. Maybe they'll have wet wipes for you there, not everyone can be rugged cowboys. "
He led the way (because that put the most distance between him and their patient) to the room. Inside it was absolutely freezing. It put him in mind of the Antarctic, where he'd patiently waited for death.
"Do you need my coat?" he asked Otto, just in case the man boy was going to start complaining in here too.
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That was...unusual for Tuck. Heidi narrowed her eyes as she watched Tuck, looking him up and down and then back at Stormy. That had been strange, too. What was going on? But before she could wonder about it for much longer he had demanded to know who was staying or not. She huffed softly and blew blonde hair from her face.
"You know I'm always staying," she told him as she stepped up to put a hand on his arm. Her back to everyone else, she frowned. What's wrong? Why are you doing this? Heidi reached for his hand again, to hold it with a reassuring squeeze and her fingers threaded between his.
"Oh, Otto, we've seen worse," Sasha murmured to the Sun, wrinkling her nose as they followed after Lawr into the next room.
"I'm the most rugged cowboy, yawwwl," Sasha drawled as she stepped into the room. It was cold, bone-chillingly so. Nothing she hadn't live through before.
"What's wrong with your eyes, pet," Sasha whispered to the infected patient, leaning in closer. "What a pretty color."
1) The patient is not subdued and talks about a great hunger. They try very hard to gnaw at their own arms. 2) The patient is not subdued and begins to convulse. 3) The patient is not subdued, there is something wrong with their eyes, which are a sickly green. 4) The patient is subdued, their movements have slowed down. It is time for them to move to quarantine.
Lawr was once again given a seething look of discontent. The Southerner did not take kindly to such baby talk. Sasha of course eased the riled up nerves with her calming murmur.
Otto found the room to be unpleasantly cold. He wished he didn't wear shorts so often, as his leg hairs began to stand on end in chilling protest. "Ya'll need to chill out with yer damned phony balogne accents." Otto grumbled in ornery glory.
He accidentally caught the patient's gaze. They were a sickly green. Unnatural and unnerving. Sasha's calm reaction and pet naming was especially distressing. Was she sick in the head or what?
Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 8:13 am
Then, the Death Lead came, exactly one hour later.
Shu dropped everything down and concentrated on Caelius with her full attention, when he mentioned of "group", her eye peeked at the surrounding, finally noticed she was too excited and left Abbi and Lesile behind. Her eyes kept on rolling left and right and eyebrows knitted closer and closer together when she heard of words like "contaminated", "neutralize", "viral". It wasn't very clear what they were facing until they entered the structure and Mark talked about the details.
Ok, she was worried about others when she knew they were going to face zombies. She felt so uncomfortable in this place, it reminded her the breath of dead. She didn't play zombie fighting games before and she was clueless of what might happen. Please be safe, guys, she prayed in her heart.
The problem she had was finding a group, quivering, she looked around the space and spotted a lovely pink color. "Princess!" She lunged and glomped the girl from behind, sharing the body warmth Kiki had. "Do you have a group yet? Wanna to do it together?" She asked with the sweetest smile, glad to see someone she knew.
Kiki cringed as someone glomped her, every nerve in her body screaming to kick the girl in the shins. She instead stomped on Shu's foot.
"Oops. My bad. I thought you were someone else." She was lying.
"Sure~ I'll group with you. On one condition." She leaned in, holding up her index finger threatingly. "Don't ever touch me again."
The sweet smile returned. She did so enjoy being called Princess. "Good to see you again Shu~ You're looking well."
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The cold was satisfying in the way that only physical discomfort could satisfy him, reminding him that he was alive and for now at least - mortal. It was a joke he did not get tired of.
"T'ain't phoney." he said, and his grin was broad. "I'm bona fide cowboy material."
He did have a closer look at the individual's eyes as they were brought up and found it interesting to say the least, important symptoms to note. "Them there eyes would look good on some people." he volunteered.
The unfortunate man seemed to take this as a cue to convulse in some kind of fit. It momentarily jarred Lawr out of his smirking persona, back to some memory a very long time ago. He quickly dismissed it. "He ain't lookin' too good." he said, but without the prior level of confidence in his persona.
He'd shifted so that he could watch Evan and Stormy leave, watching them until he could no longer see them. Herryk's presence shifted into something protective, soothing, but it did little to calm Tuck.
Tuck allowed Heidi to take his hand, but there was a tenseness around his eyes, his mouth. His jaw clenched tight, and he glanced down at Heidi but gave a taut shake of his head.
