While he had made it out of the proverbial pot, climbing safely up the rope and avoiding being snagged by the teeth, it seemed that Arland hadn't yet made it out of the fire. He had been asked to stand aside for... "Famine quarantine? What is that? ******** is going on?"
It didn't seem as though he was going to find any answers, however; at least not while everyone else was still being scanned and one by one the Quarantine Zone started to fill up with others. He glanced around for a moment, taking a quick mental note of faces he recognized both in quarantine and out of it. Inoke should be out there somewhere... Or on his way in here, if he were unlucky as well.
<********>. He closed his eyes, turning his focus inward for the moment in an attempt to pull his calm facade back, no matter how tempting it was to completely lose his s**t.
Noemi moved with Milo, not looking back at the sand filling mouth of the titan or the blood and guts. At this point, she would've let Milo carry her out. But bleed the lord, Mark came right in time for a ladder and she clambered after Milo.
"O...Okay." She whispered hoarsely, She gripped the rope ladder tight and tried her best to get up without just clinging to it. It was a struggle.
She hissed though as she felt a pain down her arm, a part of tooth dragging over her skin and she cried out a bit, softly and muffled so Milo wouldn't hear her. She had caused the sun hunter much trouble already.
She didn't make it far before a hunter clean up crew started scanning her, before she could even touch her feet to the ground.
"infected." the hunter said and pushed her towards a quarentine. Noemi's already panicked levels just reached breaking point.
"Wh...why!?!?" She fumbled to hold Mel's totem form. "M...Mel what's going on?"
Mel soothed, and a cold water like feeling settled on the damage of Noemi's arm. Mel soothed again and Noemi's legs dropped under her.
"MILO!" She squeaked when the sun hunter joined her but she couldn't move much more then that. Unfortunetly, with all that had happened, tears started to flow more freely. She didn't get much more out even though her weapon tried to soothe her.
Harland was right, she wasn't much for ranged weapons. However much to her relief others seemed to be. Luck have it in only a few minutes they had knocked out enough teeth to see light, then the sand came. s**t. Her newly blood spattered face stared as the Death hunter from before started to rifle through the backpack with him and then pull out a way out.
On a breath of relief she turned to make sure Harland was seeing this and following along before heading towards the ladder that was now hanging down, with the glance having missed the mans 'amazing escape.' "Let's get out of here partner." She giggled, adding the partner a bit cheekily just because it was Harls.
With a wipe of the blood off her face with the sleeve of her coat, she started up careful of the teeth as she went, so not to get nicked by them. As she reached the top of the ladder, it was then that other hunters came into view along with a tent. When had they arrived? Had they just been waiting out there to see if they made it out? A bit furious with her own questions the woman's cheeks tinted pink as she pulled herself out and up to stand on solid ground. Ushered to the scanners after hearing the group was clean up she twisted the end of her coat tail, growing nervous as her turn approached. On a deep inhale she closed both her eyes when the scan began only to have them open, filled with worry for the ping. "T-that's..not good is it?" While she didn't get a verbal answer her placement in the Quarantine area was more than enough to tell her no, it wasn't good.
Near tears her hands clutched tight together, fingers squeezing the tops of her hands on each breath, eyes scanning to search for anything that would distract her racing thoughts. This, this couldn't be happening, they weren't going to die in here were they?! What if clean up meant they were going to clean them out for whatever set off the ping! Lilac's chest rose sharply, threatening a spell of hyperventilating.
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Lydia is auto quarantined and Finn......
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Hanna let her smile rest in the corner of her mouth at Jack's quip. Her hands were still gummy from the muck so she dragged them through the sand, hoping to grate some of it off. At first, it only gave her slime-and-sand crusted hands, but after some more passes, she managed to relatively clean them. Relatively, being the operative word. "Damn," she said, her tone light. The vaccines had been a hopeful joke, a little more hopeful than Hanna cared to admit.
The tiny Hunter outside of the barrier daggers unloading a pile of information -- parasites, white hair, basement clean up. Hanna was torn. On one hand, she wished her paper and pen weren't soaked in gore so she could take notes. On the other hand, she was the subject of this latest famine infection, which was less than excellent. "If white hair is the worst to come of this for me, then I will take it," she said. "Call me Daenerys Famineborn."
Jack had finished with her bandage. Hanna pumped her leg once to test it out. "Thanks," she said quickly. "Hopefully your hard work gets to be used when we all walk out of here... soon? I'm hoping soon. For a nice long walk along the water-less beach."
As each new Hunter popped out of the Sarlacc-y pit, Hanna noted a large portion of them coming over to her quarantined section. That couldn't be good.
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Sarlacc's, sand, blood, gore, bombs ... it was depressing how much that didnt phase him. Well it did but given the circumstances and how much it should have done so it didn't. "god i'm getting used to this s**t." Shaking his head he hauled himself up, avoiding the teeth, and was immedietely stopped.
"Quarantined?" He raised a brow and almost asked if this was some crack about how skinny he was but thought better of it. "I just want a ******** bath." He didn't want to sit around while someone decided if he was sick or not. "If you're going to make us stand around here can't you at least get us something to get the gore off us?"
Honestly there was a whole ocean on the other side of the portal. They could bring some over. Shaking his head he looked around to see if he recognized anyone.
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Harland avoided the bile, blood and acid, letting the worst of it hit his leather hat. There was a practical side to his fashion choices, as a hunter, it turned out. More than once he'd been grateful for the bandanna around his mouth and nose, or the hat to cover him.
He watched the Death Assistant rifle through his bag until they had the rope to let them up. Harland only waited until Lilac climbed it, smiling at her but not replying just then-- he was extremely focused on getting out of there, and finding what was up there that had made Mark yelp.
Harland was hovering near her as Lilac tested positive for the quarantine. He didn't really think about what was happening around him, just knew that he needed to follow, to make sure she was okay-- when he got sent to quarantine too, he found Lilac before doing absolutely anything else, and opened his arms to fold her up in them, holding her against his chest. "Shh, a roisin, Beidh biseach ort go luath," he whispered, pulling his bandanna down so that his voice was close, warm. He repeated the words again, Beidh biseach ort go luath. You'll be better soon.
He rocked gently, as his eyes scanned the Quarantined space and looked for answers. "We're here together, we'll leave together," he reassured Lilac.
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Zascha didn't need to be told twice. As soon as the rope was available for him to climb he returned Gothsmog to her earring form before taking hold of it. With a light grunt, he hoisted himself upwards, letting his still numb foot to dangle as he used all the upper body strength he could to finally reach the top. Swinging his good leg over, the nearby teeth cutting into the cloth and flesh of his calf. He almost lost his grip for a moment but caught himself and dragged his aching body over the edge.
He wasn't surprised that there were others there. Though he recognized none of them aside from everyone in their group for the most part.
Spreading his arms, he let himself be scanned. Instantly the scanner went off and he was shuffled off to the quarantine zone like several others had been. "Famine quarantine....?" He had no clue what that was. What was Famine? Well, he knew the term but what did they mean by it anyway.
I don't like this. Gothsmog grumbled. She just wanted to go back to the Island, to rest.
Zascha clasped a hand to the tassled earring on his left ear. "I don't either."
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 7:08 pm
"No water, no krakens. Though I can't say I'm terribly pleased with the dessert alternative." Giant sand beast, no thank you.
Her attention slid down to her hands, and she began picking at the filth that had embedded itself beneath her nails, but she did look up again at Nora's obvious distress over when she'd just told them all about the basement. "That was a while ago, during the basement clean up. It's safe now." America lived down there, and Kostya, and Milo, and any number of people she gave a damn about, and if there had been any lingering danger she'd have tried to do something about getting them out of there and into proper rooms. Pale eyes stayed on Nora, watching her expression. "My best friend lives down there, she says it's safe. I believe her."
Lips pursed at Jack's question, and after a second she shook her head. "I don't think so. There's probably still samples of both in the Life labs, somewhere." Seemed logical, right? Saving specimens of contaminates found in and around Deus.
Evan had found his way into the quarantined zone, and she watched him quietly for a handful of seconds as he tried to talk to Stormy, who continued to sit there silently, huddled into as small a ball as humanly possible. If there was anything Pey could have done to help, she would have, but nothing came to mind.
She was still passing quick, worried glances towards the mouth of the pit, and finally Noah made his way out. She watched as he was nudged into line to be scanned, and visibly winced when he was directed to join the others within the barrier. When he didn't come to join the others at the side she'd sat down closest to--when he went to stand on his own--she frowned, sitting up straighter so she could keep him in sight. It was very worrisome having him in there, but that worry was compounded with his sequestering himself away from everyone, from her. "Noah?"
Rolling forward, she grabbed her soiled clothing and rose a little unsteadily to her feet. "Baby, it's gunna be okay." Voice soft, she walked around until she was closer to him, dropped the dirty clothing, and sank back down to sit in the sand again. She really didn't like that he'd separated himself, it made her chest hurt, and she held her hand out to him, trying to coax him closer.
The Game of Thrones reference sadly went over his head because Jack was a culture fool. He did, however, give a sly grin. "Jack Hawthorn," he introduced himself, deciding it best not to extend a hand in greeting; no need to sully them more after that wound dressing. "Do let me know if you need company on that walk."
Asuming he wasn't busy with those possible samples. Peyton walked off to go check on someone before he could ask some more about them.
Noting there were more people incoming than expected (quite a infectious strain, wasn't it), Jack spoke up for those who were wondering aloud about the situation."Famine, for those of you who failed to so much as open a book, is one of four horsemen clans. Yes, those horsemen: apocalypse bringers, riders on pale horses among other things, that kind. They specialize in plagues so, surprise surprise, that thing was probably an incubator for God only knows what sort of diseases. So yes, quarantined."
He suppressed a shiver and huddled over his legs, trying not to think about it himself. "Swear, with the amount of Fear to keep that creature alive, though? I wouldn't be surprised if some of these readings were off."
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Alright, so Hanna was alright and Evan was handling the nutter . . . Nora kept a keen eye out for other faces. Zascha, Arland, and Inoke were over in the zone as well . . . and she could've sworn she saw Bradley earlier. The Sun kept a mental tally, mother henning as she continued standing next to the bandaged Death trainee.
"Ah, good, you lot didn't get swallowed," she called to the guys rather pleasantly, still wiping off grime. At least her armor, or at least the breastplate, wasn't frying her, though the doublet that had padded it underneath wasn't much help. She was considering stripping further but decided to wait it out. "Feeling all right, then? Relatively speaking, that is."
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There were noises still going on. Nobody was touching her, or so she hoped (it was hard to tell when she still felt bugs crawling around under her skin), but the noise, the noise, the noise. She couldnt' hear her own prayers over them.
"Baby, it's gunna be okay."
"Nothing is okay," Stormy said darkly as she caught the tail end of Peyton's words, her voice muffled behind the legs she had curled into. "Nothing is right. Bait. We're food. We are nothing. And we'll still be nothing but food."
Thane's words couldn't soothe her if he tried. The dracolich's cool presence only solidified her thoughts into something more concrete, if confusedly threaded together and erratic.
"We're here together, we'll leave together."
"Dead or alive." This was apparently supposed to be comforting, though the curled up Mist appeared more agitated.
She recognized Noemi's voice screaming someone's name, vaguely familiar but loud. Her hands clenched her legs tighter and she started to quiver under Jack's coat, almost willing her neck to break so she could fully stuff her head into the niche between thighs and chest.
"Someone shut her up," she hissed without explanation, as much pleading as she was frustrated. "Be quiet, be quiet for once, please."
Hearing Inoke's voice amongst those quarantined off, Arland couldn't help but smirk. He shook his head and almost brought his hand up to rub at his face as he shook his head, pausing just shy of doing so upon opening his eyes. His hand was disgusting. Hell, there probably wasn't any bit of him that wasn't disgusting at this point and the only thing that kept him from stripping down to his skivvies... Well, two things...
One: He was very likely to wind up with the worst sunburn ever, out in the Sahara, pale as he was and without any sunscreen.
Two: There was a chance that someone, somewhere would have a runic hose that they would just come spray them down with as if they were children who had been playing in the mud all day; not allowed to come inside until they were clean.
He lowered his hand after signaling to Inoke that he was amongst the potentially diseased as well, resisting the urge to flip off the one going on about horseman. He'd thumbed through the book of Revelations at one point, but... The horseman were real?
< There are a number of things that you did not once believe in that are 'real', as you put it. Does this truly surprise you, hunter? >
He didn't respond to that.
Figuring that Inoke would see him moving, he made his way over towards Nora. "Swallowed, yes. Digested? Not so much." He shook his head. "Not sure if 'all right' is the term I would use either. Out of sorts, maybe, but certainly not sick enough to anything other than my stomach to warrant a quarantine. You?"
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He could hear the conversations fluttering all around him, several he kind of wanted to get himself in on - several others he wanted to just check on, some surprising they were even stuck in this like he was. But Milo sort of had to tune that all out, there was something a little more important going on.
Like a girl crying right at his feet. (He hadn't even gotten in an apology for spooking her). Internally, the brunet was kind of in a panic having no real skill set or knowledge with how to deal with this sort of thing. His fingers twitched for a moment, he pulled back mentally and asked Koume what to do. She was female.
< Oh, so just because I'm a ghoul makes you think I know what to do. Aho. Talk to her and distract her. I don't know. Mendokuse ~ >
Aa. Milo's lips feel into a thin line. Not very helpful. He could hear what sounded like her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. "Hey, nah, Noemi-chan ~" He tried, pulling the chipper tone back into his voice as he sank down to his knees. Milo reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder and then realized it was covered in weird gunk. "They're just worried about Famine stuff getting everywhere, no biggie. Precautions and stuff." Yeah, probably not gonna work.
Hm. Were there any quarantine episodes on Power Rangers....
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Since he apparently wasn't toing to get the hosing off that he was wishing for any time soon he stripped off his coat and tried to wring some of the grime off it. Wasn't helping much but it was better than keeping the heavy, disgusting, garment on in the heat.
<Too bad I can't make water. That would be a useful trick right about now.>
"Yes it would, but you cant." He huffed at Vi quietly. Thankfully she didn't answer other than to laugh and he heard a voice he recognize called out. It wasn't Land but when he looked up toward the voice he saw the other hunter heading that way too. Shaking his coat out once more he headed over.
"You'd think if they were going to keep us out here they'd at least clean us off. This is disgusting."
