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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#201: Feb 27th 2011 at 7:54:40 PM

"The antidote! Hurry!" Clare barks at the others — especially to Gant, standing idly as a lifeless statue. "Do you really want her to die?"

In all respects, Clare is indifferent if she does die. Mainly it means one less person to consider.

edited 27th Feb '11 7:55:40 PM by QQQQQ

BobbyG vigilantly taxonomish from England Since: Jan, 2001
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#202: Feb 27th 2011 at 7:56:03 PM

Poisoned? So it wasn't a disease, then. Genovefa did not feel reassured by this news. Regardless, there was no chance of her reaching the portal at this point in time. She couldn't walk, much less climb a tree.

She seemed to be viewing the world through a kind of heat haze. Coupled with the fact that she could smell only puke, this left her feeling quite disoriented.

edited 27th Feb '11 7:57:11 PM by BobbyG

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#203: Feb 27th 2011 at 7:57:46 PM

Clare says to the girl, "I think you should rest. Lie down. If you stay standing and moving.. your veins pump the tainted blood faster. Do you want to come with me into the hut?"

edited 27th Feb '11 7:58:50 PM by QQQQQ

BobbyG vigilantly taxonomish from England Since: Jan, 2001
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#204: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:02:25 PM

What Genovefa actually wanted was to lie down where she was sat, but in spite of her pain, she had enough of her wits remaining to realise that this would probably be unwise.

"OK," she said, trying to push herself up off the ground. It took effort, and having got to her feet, she immediately grasped a tree trunk for support again.

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#205: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:19:28 PM

With the girl shouldered at her side (feeling like hauling especially loaded baggage), Clare begins to do a three-legged hop into the mudhut. The girl would lose it and trip at times, and Clare would just hold the girl tightly at hand. She feels kinda cuddly.

In, the only light comes dimly through the outside windows, and the yellow flickering of fireplace alight. Clare peers — she thinks it is a living room of sorts. Mayan embroideries hang alongside biblical paintings on the gnarly walls. A table has stacked sheets of paper on it, with pens and little tools— ahh, there's a marked map of the forest! (Clare takes note of this.)

The coloured rugs serve to drive the feeling of homeliness in, as Clare spots a suitable couch some steps from the rugged fireplace. She helps the girl lie down, and Clare covers her with the fur blanket at hand.

"Now.." Clare glances if anyone else is home, and then she leans intimate and her lips touch the girl's pointed, numb ears. "Do you have anything you want to say, before you die?"

edited 27th Feb '11 8:37:46 PM by QQQQQ

BobbyG vigilantly taxonomish from England Since: Jan, 2001
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#206: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:39:43 PM

Confusion, quickly giving way to fear. Either this human had absolutely terrible bedside manner, or she did not have Genovefa's best interests at heart. Then, vision clouding, questions racing through her head, almost certainly to go unanswered, Genovefa began to despair. So this was how it would end - slipping out of reality, lying in an alien bed on an alien world, and nobody back home would know.

If this was it... if this was, truly, the end... Genovefa only wished she knew what was actually going on. What exactly could she say to a strange alien of unknown motives, at a time like this? Goodbye? Fuck you? Should she curse whatever bizarre contrivance or accident of fate had brought her to this place?

It didn't matter. When she opened her mouth, she found she could only retch emptily. The pain was becoming unbearable, and Genovefa could feel her consciousness slipping away. Absolute nothingness beckoned, and she embraced it.

edited 27th Feb '11 8:41:32 PM by BobbyG

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Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
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#207: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:45:53 PM

Gant waits until the two of them are at a good distance, and steps back from the crowd, sidling to the hut. He sees the woman look around for others, waiting for her to turn back before retracting the optical sensor and sliding the majority of his bulk under the gap of the door, waiting until he was in the most shadowed corner behind her, before rising out of the dark puddle like a vengeful demon. He hears most everything.

It had been rather evident, and he smiled as he knew that his gambit had played itself off. He would let the woman wound the elf, then drive his knife into the back of her skull. The combined evidence of testimony and physical evidence would suffice to keep him from being suspected, leaving him free for the fight. Simple gaming strategy.

She was foolish if she did not expect him to note something, what with her desire to isolate herself from the rest, with a weakened victim. But then he saw the elven girl slip into unconsciousness. Or death. Sighing, he formed a blade in his hand and stepped behind Clare, tapping her on the side of the neck with its spine.

"Yes, I would let her die. But I would have little interest in allowing you to kill her. It is a pitiable thing, indeed, but why should I feel guilt over something I could not affect? You, however, are still an interesting adversary."

edited 27th Feb '11 9:18:24 PM by Morgulion

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#208: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:48:25 PM

Clare looks at the once-alive girl. Her foaming mouth. Her fading blush. Her eyes now blank. She is dead and that is all.

Clare remembers her mother too. Maman had the same expression as she was limp on the hospital bed, the dull tones of the flatline ringing. It was a weird, uncanny expression. Like Maman just saw God, but she couldn't make a face to express her awe. Clare didn't cry then— her heart just fell numb. It was only when she came back home that all the colour had drained out and she was alone in her room, and she screamed.

Here, 25 years later, she just blinks, and a lone tear drop falls on the girl.

"She's dead," Clare says, like a simple statement in court-of-law, to an unseen Gant behind her. She can care less about the blade jabbing by her throat.

edited 27th Feb '11 8:59:48 PM by QQQQQ

KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#209: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:49:44 PM

(OOC: I'm measuring my options here. I did previously say the Eyes and Teeth could use pain as a window into the material plane. Theoretically, I could have it use Genovefa's pain as a conduit, so it can fulfill its oath and keep her alive — for a sufficiently loose definition of alive. But while I could justify it in an in-universe sense, I'm hesitant to do so for storyline reasons — it stinks too much of Deus ex Machina/Diabolus ex Machina. So I won't do it without the approval of at least two others.)

(OOC Edit-in: Well, QQQQQ and Morgalin have spoken, and I shall respect their wishes.)

edited 27th Feb '11 8:55:14 PM by KillerClowns

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
An accurate depiction
#211: Feb 27th 2011 at 8:53:01 PM

(OOC: I agree. Too similar to DEM, leave it be for now.)

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eligram Since: Sep, 2009 Relationship Status: In denial
#212: Feb 27th 2011 at 9:00:32 PM

(OCC: Night.)

Jacob was watching the commotion his poison was doing, it seems that no one there has curative powers, and no one was able to detect his ability at all. Good to know. Now he had to choose what course of action take from now on, to kill the girl or clean her body from the poison and make it look that Clare help her so she can gain the trust of the others. The second choice was the most promising, considering that the girl isn't a treat at all, but he needed to wait for the right opportunity.

As he thinks all this he hears a voice trying to comunicate with him from the radio, it was Gavril.

"Hey best friend... Are you still alive?"

"...Yes. Where the hell are you?"

"You remember the guys I killed a while ago? They had a base near the place and well... I decided to stop by."

"You got to be kidding me. What about the others?"

"Well I really needed to come here and I thought you and your girlfriend could handle it hehe..."

"Why is that? ... No, let me guess, they had something you wanted right?" He commented while remembering the lost pages of the book.

"Haha maybe. Anyway, how things going there?"

"Clare is infiltrating the enemy as we speak. Though I'm worried, three of them seems really dangerous."

"How much?"

"Well, they crucified one of our men just to make a point. I bet all of you would make good friends."

"Haha I agree, I already like them."

"Yes well that... Oh yes, and I poisoned one of them."

"And yet you didn't kill her. Seriously, that's the problem with you, you're way to soft. I bet you don't have intention of killing her at all."

"...Yes well it's not like it really matters now. Clare's taking care of that."

"Haha that's our girl."

"What's your position anyway?"

"... Hmmm you're about to find out in five seconds."

"What do you mean with..." And before Jacob could finish that sentence a big explosion happened not to far from him. The fire from the explosion was falling from the sky and was spreading slowly through the jungle, making Jacob have to move from his position.

"That son of a..." He said full of anger.

(OCC: Yeah, Gavril is that impredictable... Should make a good distraction for Clare to escape... Maybe.)

edited 27th Feb '11 9:05:12 PM by eligram

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#213: Feb 27th 2011 at 9:08:12 PM

The low boom echos through the cabin's walls, briefly sending Clare back to reality. What goes on? An attack? She dismisses these concerns, as she has a knife up to her throat.

"Why.. do you look upon me like this, Gant?" she asks him, afraid to turn her head around — she can only imagine the ugly expression he wears. "You act like.. I'm the one to blame for her death. If my laying her on this couch constitutes good cause for you, then my friend, you are very harsh."

She lays her hand and closes the girl's eyes to this world. "Let me hope you won't cut my throat for this one action."

edited 27th Feb '11 9:12:17 PM by QQQQQ

Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
An accurate depiction
#214: Feb 27th 2011 at 9:18:07 PM

Gant chuckles. "And of course the fact that you said you would kill her is not at all suspicious. Save your games, Clare. I am a machine; I hear things that others might not, and I have no particular care for proving my innocence. And this time, my paranoia seems to have been correct."

He steps back, confident in his ability to capture her with ease if the need arises. "For now, I will let you live. Plant whatever seeds you like among us. It will make the upcoming fight so much more delicious. Just know that I know what your purpose is. Manipulator. Judas Iscariot. Weakling."

He turns his back to her, pulling open the door. "Your throat, and indeed your life, are insignificant, and to take them would be a waste of a good blade. Yet no one is beyond my scope; even when I am fighting your blunter colleagues, recall that I know your ends. I see you, Clare. And I see that you still have some mark of human weakness when it comes to killing, born of misplaced empathy. Watch yourself."

He strides out, seeking whatever caused the blast. His knife lengthens, becoming a dark sword, the familiar straight edge of an industrially-made weapon, and he hooks his other arm over it, moving like a walking cross.

edited 27th Feb '11 9:24:24 PM by Morgulion

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KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#215: Feb 27th 2011 at 9:18:11 PM

(OOC: I'd feel incomplete without at least giving this brief bit.)

An alien horror had been watching intently. The girl — the one its Sigil had made a promise to — was dying. Pain. But not enough pain. It was the pain of poison — amoral, disinterested. No good. The Eyes and Teeth struggled against its bonds, desperately tried to fulfill its promise, but to no avail. It needed more pain. More pain! Just a little more...

The pain disappeared as Genovefa embraced oblivion. The Eyes and Teeth had not upheld its oath. It roared impotently out into the eternal blackness of the void between dimensions, and struggled, thrashing against the very fabric of the universe, to reach into Clare's mind and pay her a fraction of the agony that she had caused it by forcing it to break its word. But without a Sigil nearby doing its will, a mage serving its whims, or a creature undergoing true torture by the hand of a sadist, it had no power. It had watched galaxies born, it had toppled empires, devoured souls beyond count, burned worlds to ash... and now, all it could do was howl into the uncaring abyss beyond time. Desperate to quench its rage, it found a mage less pious than most, and without so much as an explanation, set him alight and watched him burn in agony, forced him to embrace his only son as the flames consumed him. It delighted in watching a woman sacrificed to its unholy name, fed upon her slow, drawn-out pain. But none of these distractions would suffice. It had failed its oath. Only vengeance would suffice. But it had no way to attain that vengeance. So it screamed, and screamed, and screamed...

edited 27th Feb '11 9:22:03 PM by KillerClowns

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#216: Feb 27th 2011 at 9:41:52 PM

Watching Gant leave, his words still echoing in her mind, Clare feels like sticking her tongue out at him. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Not that Clare wants to correct Gant's misconceptions, but. She has a penchant for correcting others' stupidity. No one is all-seeing, despite how many say so.

Last but not least, she covers the girl's face entirely with the blanket.

Then Clare heads over to the marked map above the desk — it seems they have marked where the all the other 'friendly' bases are, and also where the 'enemy' is suspected to lie. This is very informative for her. Clare does not need to steal the map. She already has it memorized fully.

Feeling nervous of Gant putting the others against her, or being watched, Clare can only stay here with this dead person. Unable to call up her assets. Unwilling to go out as she tries formulating her exit.

LoniJay from Australia Since: Dec, 2009 Relationship Status: Pining for the fjords
#217: Feb 27th 2011 at 10:16:31 PM

Flinn saw Gant stride from the hut, leaving the door open. So that's where he got to! he thought. He went over to the hut end entered.

"Hey! Did I hear you say -" The question dies on his lips as he sees the covered body. "...she's dead, then."

Pity closes his throat momentarily. Not the first innocent he's seen die, but he never got used to it. So much for you and your protection, he thought sadly. Nothing you could do.

Be not afraid...
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#218: Feb 27th 2011 at 11:11:24 PM

(OOC: G'night.)

Isaac and Alice arrived at the hut, Alice yelling, "you hear that explosion? I think we got company!"

But as soon as he entered the hut and saw Genovefa's body, Isaac looked ill. "Oh God," he said, "she's dead. Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... how could it possibly have acted so quickly?" He took several deep breaths, and suddenly, his demeanor changed.

He stood a little taller, adjusted his glasses, and said, "I need gloves. Now. And a scalpel. Or a small knife, if we've got none. I presume this place doesn't have a microscope, but if there's one lying around, you fuckers better get it for me right this instant. What else, what else, what else..." he went over to Genovefa's body as Alice scurried off. "Without gloves, physical contact with the subject's body could prove lethal. This poison — hereafter referred to as XA-3 — is transmitted through the skin. It is black in color, and stains cloth. No, not just that. XA-3 goes through cloth. What else, what else..."

Alice arrived, a pair of thick leather gloves under her shoulder, and the smallest of Vince's cooking knives in her hands. "The gloves aren't perfect. I'd prefer rubber, vinyl, neoprene. I can't tell if XA-3 will seep through. It's too dangerous, we can't risk it. Excellent knife, though. Alice. Remove the subject's shirt. Avoid contact with XA-3 infected areas at all costs." Alice complied, tearing off Genovefa's shirt with the knife without touching the cloth. Isaac leaned in, examining the poison's marks. "The subject's blood is also ink-like." He took the knife from Alice and gingerly cut out a sample of the infected area. "Subject's blood is black, and abnormally viscous. Damn, I wish I had a microscope. Anyone seen a microscope? Anyone?"

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#219: Feb 28th 2011 at 5:41:26 AM

(OOC: I hate Black Screens Of Death. And my school's computer network. So much. I lost the post I was typing, and it's all their fault. :<)

Vince looked in to see what was going on- huh, a powerful poison that could even seep through clothing. He was really of little help right now and all the microscopes he knew of were at his friend's laboratory... yeah, that's meaningless right now. Had he been the one in that situation instead of the girl, nothing would've happened. He couldn't deny it, that incident that he just wanted to forget about gave him something useful.

He hesitated, then went over anyway. "That's going to seep through your glove. I'll take it." Suddenly, something red spread through his skin, over his hand, and up to his elbow, and he took the sample. A scarlet-colored exoskeleton of some kind. Poison was dripping off of his skin as though it was made out of plastic. There, he thought. Weren't sure about my eyes? Here you go.

edited 28th Feb '11 5:43:18 AM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#220: Feb 28th 2011 at 7:42:09 AM

Alice gaped in amazement and said, "well, that's useful to know!"

Isaac, however, was too focused on his work for anything to surprise him. He simply said, "excellent. I need to run a few basic tests. This isn't a proper laboratory, but let's see what I can do..."

He thought briefly, than said, "I need a mammal. A test subject. Best case scenario, the poison is one that a body can produce antivenoms for, antivenoms we can extract and use. But at the very least, I should like to see how the poison works. Also, if you've seen any, or know of any way to produce one, I could use a fine mesh to separate any larger particles contained in XA-3. And don't forget the microscope."


Isaac continued his work, a whirlwind of activity. He found a notebook and began taking notes in his private shorthand — even a fellow biochemist would be hard pressed to decipher them. It wasn't a code, just a mixture of odd abbreviations and sloppy handwriting, but it might as well have been. He raided the kitchen for pots and pans, setting up various primitive lab apparatuses. He was in a state of nirvana. One might assume he was utterly unaware of his work, but the opposite was true; he was aware of everything. If he focused too narrowly, he risked missing some minor detail demonstrated outside of his testing, after all. He continued working on the subject's body. (He didn't think of it as Genovefa's body — that could wait. Right now, it was just the subject.) His knife danced, taking samples, as he instructed Vince as to what samples went where. He operated his primitive lab, going from apparatus to apparatus with practiced ease. The poison was clever, yes. But Isaac was cleverer. "Superpowers?" he muttered, "I got one better: a PhD from MI-fucking-T."

edited 28th Feb '11 10:29:12 AM by KillerClowns

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#221: Feb 28th 2011 at 11:11:38 AM

Vince played the role of lab assistant for the time being thanks to his inorganic hands that offered him protection against the poison. His red fingers were thick, with a turquoise ridge starting on the back of his palm and climbing up. His exoskeleton had a smooth, plastic-like texture with no folds.

As he labeled samples and brought them over to their own little areas, it brought back scenes of his microbiologist friend Vitya ordering a group of his assistants to get this and that.

But now that he's shown himself, he wondered if Alice and Isaac were going to want to see what sort of life he was, too. I mean, how do you explain "mutant host of an alien virus"? Hell, he's probably not classified as a mammal anymore.

(OOC: Vitya is a Russian diminutive of Viktor.)

edited 28th Feb '11 11:16:55 AM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#222: Feb 28th 2011 at 11:26:21 AM

Clare, holding herself at the background, has her heart pounding so unbearably she can barely hear the others talking their biology terminology. She is at the crossroads, and she instinctively knows she cannot blaze away like an action heroine. She feels that if she makes one swift move they will cut her down. Her legs have gone weak with trembling.

She does not understand a word they're saying. It is literally gibberish for her. Her mind is so filled with pounding blood that nothing else registers.

Then she decides.

Clare walks up behind the man handling the samples, and flicking her hand beneath the poncho, she pulls out her silenced magnum and plants the barrel point-blank the back of his head. She shoots and watches his skull explode in a mist.

Then she flicks over to the two examining the girl's body. She slams a round squarely between Alice's eyes and when the bullet exits the other side blasts out a huge gout of blood and skull fragments onto the petrified Issac's clothes.

Her other hand pulls out another silenced magnum. Clare concentrates on the furry Flynn with one gun, and on Issac with the other. She does not immediately pull triggers though, but flinches as though she wants to see both their reactions before their death. Her lips purse as if they're about to say something ineffable.

Finally, she blurts, "Have you seen the beautiful city of Vienna? Vienna.. Vienna.. city of my dreams, Laughter and music and stars that shine? Yes? I visited there twice. Such a marvellous atmosphere! And their orchestra.. my! People say you ought to have been there, before you die. You will miss much otherwise."

edited 28th Feb '11 11:50:29 AM by QQQQQ

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#223: Feb 28th 2011 at 11:54:48 AM

This post never happened.

edited 28th Feb '11 4:49:17 PM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
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#224: Feb 28th 2011 at 12:28:21 PM

Gant simpy shimmers, moving faster than the eye can see as he sides to where Clare is, his sword biting through her gun and taking the tip of a finger with it. His other hand closes over her second weapon even as it fires, squeezing it until shards of metal triclke from between his fingers, falling with quiet tinkling tinkling noises to the ground.

He intentionally avoids taking her hand. Instead he draws back a hand and strikes her in the stomach with his palm, moderating himself just enough to avoid being kiled instantly. "How like an assassin, unable to fight at all when exposed." He slams her against the wal of the hut ike a ragdoll, morei nterested in causing pain than damage.

"You are going to pay for-" A round bites into his neck, and detonates a moment later, leaving only a fragment of his throat to hold his head, which dangled against his chest.

Gant snarls ike an animal, all traces of humanity gone as he tosses Clare aside, sending her skidding over the ground, and lopes forward, seeking out whatever dared to interrupt him.

This is this.
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#225: Feb 28th 2011 at 12:48:06 PM

There is no post here. There never was a post here. Anybody who says there was a post is guilty of thoughtcrime.

edited 28th Feb '11 12:57:35 PM by KillerClowns


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