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initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-07 10:39 pm
Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- alisha bailey (misfits),
- alphonse elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- artie nielsen (warehouse 13),
- caesar saladberg (suikoden iii),
- cheria barnes (tales of graces),
- crystalia amaquelin (marvel 616),
- donny casey (original),
- edward elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- giovanni auditore (assassin's creed),
- haruto souma (kamen rider wizard),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- johnny d'amico (original),
- kousuke nitoh (kamen rider wizard),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- lisbeth salander (tgwtdt),
- maya fey (ace attorney),
- meliantha (original),
- nill (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- physis (toward the terra),
- sango (inuyasha),
- suzaku kururugi (code geass),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- zevran arainai (dragon age),
- ✝ commander shepard [mass effect],
- ✝ ellie linton (tomorrow),
- ✝ leonard "bones" mccoy (star trex xi),
- ✝ nathan young (misfits),
- ✝ thorin oakenshield (the hobbit),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
Epidemic Exsilium: Stage Two
Date & Time: June 8th - June 14th
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: Anyone participating in hunting down the sleeper agents; anyone participating in taking care of the ill, or being ill themselves.
Summary: Stage Two of the Super Virus Epidemic strikes; sleeper agents of the United Earth are revealed.
Warnings: Illness, violence, needles. (Those IVs, man!)
Sniffles and coughs aren't unusual during the spring, with people combating allergies even in the far future, and colds being as present as always. But with more and more people falling ill, and none responding to antibiotics, things are starting to get worrying.
The first death is of an infant, on the night of the 7th. It's not the only one: three more are recorded not long after. It's unknown about the state of patients who never presented for medical assistance. Those familiar with viral infections fear the worse, especially as the usually healthy demographic starts arriving, coughing and displaying symptoms of the same sort of illness.
If that's not enough out among the natives, the Initiative has received its own information and insight into the true nature of the virus. "Wasmannian" Agents, spies of the Initiative in the United Earth, have reported back information at great cost to their security in their undercover positions. There is a super virus headed your way. They've been shipping it in to the island since December 3312. These are the manifests. We've deciphered most the code-names. Good luck.
Now the Initiative turns to the Transports for additional manpower to hunt down the United Earth's sleeper agents, pick up the shipments of the virus, and track down its physical origins in order to do something to stop the impending decimation of Exsilium's population.
Things are getting scary. It's a sick, sad world out there. Where are you, in the middle of it all?
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: Anyone participating in hunting down the sleeper agents; anyone participating in taking care of the ill, or being ill themselves.
Summary: Stage Two of the Super Virus Epidemic strikes; sleeper agents of the United Earth are revealed.
Warnings: Illness, violence, needles. (Those IVs, man!)
Sniffles and coughs aren't unusual during the spring, with people combating allergies even in the far future, and colds being as present as always. But with more and more people falling ill, and none responding to antibiotics, things are starting to get worrying.
The first death is of an infant, on the night of the 7th. It's not the only one: three more are recorded not long after. It's unknown about the state of patients who never presented for medical assistance. Those familiar with viral infections fear the worse, especially as the usually healthy demographic starts arriving, coughing and displaying symptoms of the same sort of illness.
If that's not enough out among the natives, the Initiative has received its own information and insight into the true nature of the virus. "Wasmannian" Agents, spies of the Initiative in the United Earth, have reported back information at great cost to their security in their undercover positions. There is a super virus headed your way. They've been shipping it in to the island since December 3312. These are the manifests. We've deciphered most the code-names. Good luck.
Now the Initiative turns to the Transports for additional manpower to hunt down the United Earth's sleeper agents, pick up the shipments of the virus, and track down its physical origins in order to do something to stop the impending decimation of Exsilium's population.
Things are getting scary. It's a sick, sad world out there. Where are you, in the middle of it all?
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It's pointless to worry about it. ]
I don't doubt she will. Best to grab her as soon as the door opens and drag her out here, no matter what kind of racket she might make.
[ That said, he'll move further away from the door, finding a less obvious spot to wait. He would only get in the way if it came to a brawl, so he'll use his time to locate an empty-looking room from his spot instead. ]
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[Said lightly, but tenuously so. She slides her gaze to Allen and it's vaguely more heavy in its solemnity, because here, she hasn't yet asked him for help, or to use his Innocence. Doesn't want to. He'll give her help if she needs it, without a doubt. She won't need to ask.
Lifts a hand and raps her knuckles neatly on the door, just below the window, and there is movement from within.]
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(He hardly knows anything about Caesar, isn't sure how much help he'd be in the event of a confrontation... he supposes he'll find out.)]
[Predictably, the woman opens the door.]
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But he can be very quiet, which is what he'll be doing when the door opens. Being quiet and not seen, over there, out of sight somewhere.
The woman at the door seems friendly in that nice bedside manner that nurses should have, smiling and asking Lenalee if something is the matter, if she was here to ask about a baby (her baby, perhaps?) or if she was lost, since the general public did not often linger near here and, well, she's obviously not another nurse. ]
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a smile, a nervous hand lifting and resting upon her stomach; mm, she does have a few questions, actually, questions with answers no one else has been able to give her. Lenalee doesn't allow herself to check for shrewdness of expression (can't bring herself to, just in case it isn't there), just slides a gentle-enough hand around the woman's wrist and then pulls her, less gently, out from the room, spins behind her, blocks the doorway, and waits for the fight. It's immediate, starting the second she began to move the woman, and escalates.
Fast.]
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But she struggles, as hard as she can, definitely making quite the racket. She's not planning on going easily.]
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Caesar leaves his spot against the wall. With the agent neutralized, it's safe to. ]
Get her mouth covered, too. She's going to bring the entire place down on us. [ Not that he's worried. It is the Initiative hospital, after all. He can presume some authority for this if he has to, to get people off their back. He would just rather not. ] And then bring her over here. There's a restroom.
[ He indicates which door it is by crossing the hall to it and opening the door. It seems empty enough to him, since no one is curiously peeking out of any stalls. He would have preferred a hospital room or a large closet or, well, anything, but it's what's closest. ]
Though we might need a chair...
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I'll get the chair. [Pretending she doesn't notice the look on Caesar's face, or the curious peering employees down the way, it's all too unpleasant, it's unclean-
She slips into the room she'd barred, takes a moment for a steeling breath, and hurries herself through the wing in search, ears pricked.]
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And he forces himself to turn a deaf ear to her muffled screams as he drags her towards the bathroom. Caesar seems calm, resourceful - Allen wonders if he's done this sort of thing before. He doesn't have to guess how Lenalee is feeling.
To the woman, as he pulls her through the door,] Please, I don't want to hurt you.
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Caesar watches Allen drag her past impassively, but lingers at the door, waiting for Lenalee to find a chair and keeping an eye on the worried natives at the end of the hall.
Probably trying to decide if they should interfere or not... or already calling security. Oh well. He'll deal with whatever comes of it. ]
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Tempted, briefly, to drop it all and make up some excuse and run; she wants to do that a lot lately, she realises- just jump until she breaks the clouds and nothing can bring her back to the earth. But she has better control of herself than that.
Sets the chair in place and backs away as though it might strike her, thinking its scraping almost alien. Alien like the thudding twist in her chest that comes with each heartbeat. The muffled screams of a woman they are treating like The Enemy.
(Because— well, isn't she, almost?
But she's also a human; weren't they better than this?
Guess not.)]
Does that lock? [ tenuously, in reference to the door ]
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So he's left gripping a handful of white cloth belts, tied to the UE's agent, positioning himself behind the chair before she can tip it over. They've got her. Job well done.
His expression remains guarded, tight-lipped. He glances at Lenalee, but she's not looking at him and he can't blame her for it, so he turns his attention to Caesar.
Well.
Does it lock?]
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[ This was a hospital, not a private home! Not that he could blame them for hoping. Having to worry about someone walking in on this only adds to the stress they're feeling right now, him included. He stays by the door, holding it shut, at least, with a hand on the handle.
The woman in the chair gets a long, thoughtful look. They had her, now what?
Well, he guesses he can start by asking. ]
This will be simpler if you cooperate. We need to know where the other package from the United Earth is. We know you got it. We know you're one of theirs. There's no use in denying it. All you have to do is tell us what we want to know and no one will have to be hurt.
[ He manages to sound calm, but it's all a show. He's never had to deal with this face-to-face, always being in the background and planning from afar, his own encounters with the enemy never putting him right before the danger.
What is he supposed to do if she won't talk?
Can they even follow through on any threats? Will Allen and Lenalee allow it? Will he? ]
So what do you say? Yes or no, nod or shake your head.
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She does not need to look to tell that the agent shakes her head, that her expression is full of vitriol and the muffled sound from her would be, without the ribbon gagging her, bitter words.]
It won't be that easy, Caesar. [ it never is ]
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'No one is going to be hurt', he wants to tell Caesar, at the same time. He didn't come here to hurt anybody! But he's also well aware admitting that aloud in front of their captive wouldn't be a prudent move, either.
All he can do is shake his head, afraid he might say the wrong thing, unable to think of the right one.
Why can't it ever be easy.]
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[ Of course the easy way wasn't going to get them anywhere, but he had to offer it. It only felt right, because he's going to feel bad about what he says next. Now, Caesar isn't a very intimidating figure. He's short for a guy. Scrawny.
But he doesn't imagine he has to be a big, intimidating guy to make this scary.
He doesn't approach, no, rather moving to the side a bit and leaning casually against the frame of the restroom door. He regards their captive with the same bored look he's been trying to maintain through this so far, looking like he's considering his words, perhaps.
The silence drags out to an uncomfortable degree before he finally does speak. ]
By the way, we have your verstatsi. I wonder... When was the last time today that you took that? Recently, I hope?
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Looks back to her, noting the new rigidity to the woman's posture. Lenalee is suddenly aware of the dampness across her brow- but not her fingers clenching themselves. Everything she's heard of the drug has come swelling into her head.
What Caesar says means more than what Caesar does. She waits for him to go somewhere with it before speaking up.]
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Her reaction's telling; it's definitely something akin to fear. He lays a hand on the back of her chair, holding it still.
But she's not going to actually answer the question, and he can't stop himself from asking:] What if she hasn't?
[What would they be putting her through, exactly?]
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It isn't a good feeling, but he can't let that show. ]
Then we'd better be prepared for that. [ That said, he looks towards Lenalee. ] Do you remember where we put it? I need you to go and bring it here.
[ Those words take some of the tension out of the woman's back and shoulders, but also makes her even warier than before, more uncertain. Did they intend to help her? Or was it a trick? ]
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[Hers is a wariness Lenalee reflects, feeding off the tensity the woman sheds, shifting her weight back and forth without immediate intent to move. It's a quick and sharp movement that takes her to the door.]
Wait for me. [ and biting on her tongue and all the unvoiced misgivings, she slips out ]
SCREAMS AT HOW LATE I AM how did i not reply to this
Only once she's out of earshot does he turn his attention back to their captive. He can tell what she must be feeling, right now. They're her enemies and she's the one here in a vulnerable position; she's not going to trust them remotely, he's sure she's too proud to give in easily.]
I promise we'll give it to you, if you cooperate.
oh hey HELLO
[ Caesar adds on, remaining in his place leaning against the door's frame. He folds his arms loosely across his chest and, somehow, somehow, he manages to keep on looking as if he finds this all incredibly dull. ]
They're already tracking down all the other operatives. I suggest you not take too long in deciding. You wouldn't want to find your answers suddenly unnecessary.
[ Which is to say that she's replaceable.
If nothing else, it does add to the uneasy air in the bathroom. Caesar doubts Allen liked that implication any better than the agent did. ]