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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:41 pm
His head turned over his shoulder as he only just now heard Rin whispering at him. "Huh?" His blue gaze narrowed some. "Whaddya want?" He asked back at her in a harsh whisper.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:42 pm
The Hospital< I've got a bad feeling about this.> The demon's voice was soft in her mind as she surveyed the area, searching for sentries, for the most part. When Kostya spoke up she brought her attention back to him before looking up at the dark shadow of the building he was aiming towards. You and me both.. It was with an almost pained expression the Sun took off after Kostya towards what looked to be the shell of a hospital. It was empty when they got inside, scarred and blood stained, empty, and really ******** creepy. She lingered in the lobby for just a second, enough time for the Death hunter to nearly disappear around the corner as he headed for the stairs, but she hurried along after him, guarding his back. She assumed America was right there with them. When they reached the room, and Kostya moved off to investigate something, Peyton hovered near the door, watching and listening. She didn't move further inside until she heard the rustle of paper,and even then she moved slowly, backwards, sweeping the room, the shadows, everything, because her shoulders were tight with tension. Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper when she spoke. "Find anything?" HP: 47 CHG: 2/3
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:43 pm
It feels like a familiar Hunter to Lex, maybe someone he had met briefly in passing. They are wearing a Death Hunter coat, more recognizable up close now, and in their hands, as they were clutching it rather tightly, is a key card.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:44 pm
"I'm here to help," Rin replied with a calmer hush as she moved closer. She tilted her head at him as he seemed to be trying to pilfer a picture off the wall. "Uh... what ... are...?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:50 pm
Otto grimaced, "Just...." What was he doing? Solving mysteries like some Scooby Doo sleuth? "See those folders? Look'em over." The ones with the odd yet minimalist 'poetry'. "It says I am alive. So I'm checking out pictures of people who are supposed to be dead. There's too many here of Charlotte, so I'm tryin' this one of Sam..." Was he hoping she was alive? He hoped he wasn't that naive.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:51 pm
The HospitalThe building was empty, apparently entirely abandoned, blood painted across the floor, the walls marked with what looked like claw marks. Jordan summoned Ferros without even really thinking about it, but whatever had been here wasn't immediately jumping out at them. He made his way up the stairs, finding no patients, but a trail of bloodstains. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who'd had the same idea, and he joined Kostya and Peyton in the room to which the trail led. "Find anything?" he asked, and thoughtfully picked up the folder marked 6-1-13.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:52 pm
DORMS The frame opens with a small click, off to one side. Inside is a small cabinet.
On top of the small cabinet is a hairbrush. And inside the cabinet itself is a wig suspended on a head mould. It is a perfect, meticulously created wig complete with long blonde curls that trail off all directions.
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 4, 2, 4, 1, 1
Total: 17 (7-28)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:54 pm
Center
America moved to follow Konstantin and Peyton, but the sound of gunfire drew her attention. Jaw tight and Stryker at the ready, America ran toward the firefight, determined to make sure it didn't travel in their direction.
Snapping the glowing ball out and back, a large fireball shot toward the shooters, resulting in a brilliant explosion. Hopefully it'd be enough to draw any other guards around the compound here, instead of the other buildings.
HP: 39 Dmg: 13 Boss HP: 69
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:55 pm
"And that's why we need to find clues. There could be something that can help combat their weapon. If they have something that can cut through our shields so effortlessly, I'd hate to think what else they have up their sleeves. That's why we need to be prepared. You can't just get through everything with brute force." It sounded strange for him to be saying such a thing, considering that was... what he'd be doing before. But he knew better. Or, was LEARNING to be better. That was why he wanted to be a death hunter, was it not? Smashing and punching things could only solve so many problems, but at times, especially times like these, it was information that would give them the advantage.
He understood her concern for him. Really, he did, but the way she was acting was completely irrational, and it frustrated him. "It's not like I WANT you to worry about me. Sherry, I'm not a kid anymore. Stop treating me like one. I can make my own decisions, and I don't need you following up on me for every little thing. I told you. I'm fine. I still have a full shield. And you..." He gestured at her arm. "I know it's not serious, but still. And I know you're a great fighter and all, but you're also a medic. You can help people. YOU can save lives. Are you telling me you'd ignore that just so you can babysit me?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:55 pm
Rin glanced to the folder and then Otto and suddenly looked uncertain, "What about the dead guy on the way in? What if he's..." Rin shook her head. She highly doubted it. But she still had to look. "Um. If I don't come back I'm dead okay?" She just barely missed the discovery of the wig perfect for otto. She moved back to the body near the entrance to investigate it better, checking vitals and then pockets if she was sure he was dead.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:02 pm
"Don't die." Otto scoffed sternly at Rin.
As she left, something clicked. The teen walked toward the newly opened cabinet, to find something... odd. His brows knit tightly. "Why a wig?" He picked up the brush out of curiosity, picking at any stray hairs in it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:06 pm
Hospital
The folder read as follows, a simple report, with the date stamped at the top, and a signature that started with a "S".
-- issue with project Neverland. The vessel simply cannot be contained within one individual. Perhaps a network is needed to further this research. There is also another variable that continues to show up, regardless of our meticulous replication of the same environment as the areas before. This has lead me to conclude that there is something self aware about --
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:06 pm
Dorms
Shots cracked nearby, and bullets hissed into the dirt.
Harrison got low. They were open targets out here, and needed cover.
"Go," he gritted out, and rushed towards the nearest building, and only relaxing slightly once he was deeper into the dim. The outside threats seemed to disappear, but on the stairs, someone in a white coat was sprawled there.
Harrison scanned the area, then with Rep nearby, hooked B0nez's larger blade to his belt and bent to check their pulse, but the body wasn't even warm. When he did hear beating, it was from up the stairs.
He stood, took out B0nez, and gestured to Rep with his chin. They proceeded up the stairs cautiously, to find...a whole s**t ton of blood.
"Identify yourselves!" He shouted through the door.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:07 pm
HospitalKostya read over the file once, then twice, absorbing the information. It was all foreign, to him: he knew little of projects and intrigue, but perhaps someone else would be able to parse it. He folded the report, pocketing it,Upon Jordan and Peyton's entrance, he offered a nod, noticing that there was no America behind them. Perhaps she'd been drawn to the battle; Stryker had glowed in a way that Kostya recognised from their spar so long ago. "Is talk of experiment," he said, "Neverland. Talk of vorld that can be access vith trigger, and they are learning from doing much observe. They say vhat they make, is beyond vhat they can understand." Kostya picked up the folder labelled 09-01-14, and read it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:08 pm
DORMSThere is a key card inside the pocket of this person. It seems it may be useful somewhere else. The keycard is specifically red and white in colour, and has no name, simply an emblem of a large O in red.
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