Session Start: Thu Mar 27 20:37:46 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030327.log'
<Ire> Session 39: Contagion
<Ire> Time Chart: June 10th, 2222 (almost 2 weeks after last session)
<Ire> Location: Building 38
* Stark sits in the control room, filing reports.
<Ire> GM: *it's a typical summer day - hot. All the windows are open to let in air since the building's AC is broken. Ire sits in his control room, various sketches hung up on the billboard ranging from Ghoul to Senreich to the latest angel incident*
*** X1 is now known as Pope
<Ire> GM: *outside, military vehicles drive by, making noise. Half of the police force has already been transferred over to military duty. So far, no one has even looked at the "Joke Unit" to help out*
* Ire has his uniform's shirt unbuttoned. His black hair is matted with sweat. He grunts, glaring at the broken AC unit.
<Ire> I told Dahok not to touch the damn thing.
* Stark sits, used to it, as he is from the bayou.
<Vile> *Outside the control room, voices can be heard: "Hey you! Slow down!" "Sorry, but I'm in a hurr-" "LOOK OUT!" *A woman screams, something glass-like shatters. "FIGNUTS!" "Wait! Behind yo-" *A loud 'oomphf' is heard, then a single gunshot, then a cry of pain.*
* Pope is off somewhere in the complex, in a weightlighting room as he worksout
<Ire> ...
<Vile> *Jerry races into the control room, his face almost purple, his large chest heaving with every breath, "Er...the janitor might not be around for a month or two.."
* Ire begins smacking his hand against his forehead
<Stark> Bobo: *hobbles into the control room*
<Vile> *Jerry rubs the back of his neck, "Yeah..." *He heads to the main computer, "Got a new case for you, Sir."
* Ire pops some asprin, waving Jerry on.
<Vile> *Jerry pulls up a chair then sits, the legs of it straining visible under his large frame. He begins typing at the keys, bringing up information, then begins to print, "Did you want to assemble the crew?"
<Ire> Right, right. Sorry. *pops more asprin, grabbing the comm*
<Ire> All available units who haven't gone to the beach, get your asses over here. Now.
* Steven_Frost nervously glances into the control room, then slowly steps in, glancing back and forth between Ire and a sheet of paper
* Ire pauses, turning to eye Steven
<Ire> ...Frost?
<Vile> *Jerry laughs, thinking Ire is speaking to him, and not seeing Steven, "In this heat, sir? I think not."
* Pope groans, silently swearing to himself as he sets the bar back up on the rack
* Ire pauses, looking at Jerry
<Ire> ...I don't understand.
<Steven_Frost> Sir! *snaps to salute* You... you're Lieutenant McCormick... right...?
* Steven_Frost is quite visibly nervous
* Ire looks back at Frost.
<Vile> *Jerry pays it no mind, continuing to type and print.*
<Ire> Well, I ... see you've recovered.
* Pope sits up and wipes the sweat off his face. Then as he hangs the towel around his neck ,he heads off for the control room
<Ire> And who is ... McCormick?
* Steven_Frost glances quickly at the sheet
* Stark quirks his brow.
<Steven_Frost> Yikes... Lieutenant Carmichael, I mean...
<Ire> ... *stands up and approaches Frost, standing 2 feet away from him*
* Steven_Frost begins to sweat as Ire approaches
* Ire snatches the paper and looks at it.
* Pope stands in the doorway of the control room, looking somewhat labored
<Ire> Why the hell do you need information on all of us? And what's with all these notes...?
* Steven_Frost winces and recoils back slightly
<Steven_Frost> Well... I... you see... I can't... that is to say, I don't...
* Ire pauses, eyeing Frost.
<Ire> You lost your mind.
* Ire stands there, not looking pleased or displeased. He just crosses his arms.
<Steven_Frost> Yeah... amnesia, that's it...
* Ire leans forward.
<Ire> Boo.
* Steven_Frost yelps and recoils backwards again
* Ire sighs and throws the paper up
<Ire> And your personality.
* Stark presses hsi classes up the bridge of his nose.
<Steven_Frost> The... medics said you'd think... that was a good thing...
<Ire> Frost, I'm afraid we can't use you in your condition. Go home.
<Stark> Ire.
* Ire looks at Stark.
<Steven_Frost> ...I would... if I knew what home was. *taps his temple* Amnesia, remember?
<Stark> May I? *nods at Frost*
* Ire gestures at him
<Ire> Go ahead. I'm going to look up his home address.
* Stark walks over to Frost
* Ire walks over to a free computer, sitting down.
<Steven_Frost> ...Stark, right?
<Vile> *Jerry finishes printing out all the information, and is gathering it all into several neat piles. He glances at Ire and jerks a thumb in Frost's direction, "What happened to him, sir?"
<Stark> Now, this might hurt.
* Steven_Frost lowers his eyebrows
* Stark throws his walking stick up into the air to distract Frost, kneeing him in the gut.
<Pope> ...All right, what was so bloody important I couldn't finish me workout?
<Ire> When the 5th Column attacked the Janus Weapon Exhibition, he got caught in one of their explosions they used to escape. IT basically charred him to bits. I see his ... face is reconstructed fine, but he seems to have lost it up here.
* Steven_Frost jumps forward, plants his hand on Stark's shoulder, and flips over him. He lands behind Stark with both guns drawn.
* Ire taps his head.
* Stark looks over his shoulder, catching his walking stick in hand and leaning on it.
<Stark> He still has his reflexes, Ire.
<Steven_Frost> Nice try. *smirks a bit*
<Vile> *Jerry nods, "Ah...maybe we should get started?"
* Steven_Frost stands, spins his guns, and drops them in their holsters with the same skill he had before
<Ire> Yes, Jerry. I think our British ally is getting impatient.
<Vile> *Jerry hands a stack of papers to Ire, then stands and heads to Pope, offering him a stack also.
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
* Ire looks at the papers.
* Pope eyes the stack, then stares at Jerry. "An' what's this?"
<Steven_Frost> ...Are you sure I can't join you, Lieutenant? I may not remember anything, but I think I can still be an asset, rather than a liability...
<Vile> Jerry: Information, Captain Britain. Please pass them out to the rest, will you?"
<Ire> Fine. But if you die, it's not my problem.
<Steven_Frost> Fair enough.
* Silouette enters the control room, pausing to look over the group gathered.
* Pope glares at Jerry. "Name's not 'Cap'n Britain', you sod."
<Steven_Frost> ...You know... you don't seem quite as bad as the medics made you out to be, Lieutenant... sorry about the whole scared-to-death thing when I first came in.
<Vile> *Jerry shrugs, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he heads back to Ire*
* Ire grunts.
* Ire fans himself with his papers as he looks them over.
<Vile> Jerry
<Vile> NRP: erk..
<Vile> Jerry: We ready to go, sir? On your order.
<Ire> NRP: Jerry: Yes, Vile?
<Ire> You may begin. I doubt anyoen else is showing up today.
* Pope looks the papers once over, lazily.
<Vile> NRP: AAH! Multiple personalities! You do not! Sure I do!
* Silouette quietly wanders over, casually. Not even the heat seeming to bother her.
<Vile> Jerry: Alright folks, the following information IS classified and doesnt leave this room. If any of the following is to be leaked out, we'd have mass hysteria in Mega City.
<Ire> As if we don't have enough with the war.
<Stark> Bobo: *hobbles over to Frost*
<Steven_Frost> ...What the hell is this thing?
<Ire> Bobo.
<Stark> Bobo: Boh?
* Ire casually glances at another report, frowning.
<Vile> *Jerry chuckles, "True...true..Anyways, on page 2 of the report I gave to you, you'll see that ove the last 6 days, patients admitting into local hospitals have gone up 37%.
* Steven_Frost slowly slides away
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<Pope> Mass hysteria, eh? Gee, not like the city ain't been through that enough already..
<Silouette> ...sure that it's not just heat stroke?
<Ire> Odd.
<Vile> Jerry: 97% of them drifters, homeless folks and street walkers - undesirables, so to speak. Either way, they are flooding the hospitals at an incredible rate. They all suffer from the same illness - a disease that is slowly eating away at their bodies.
<Pope> NRP: We cal lthis disease...'Michael Jackson Syndrome'
<Stark> Can you be more specific?
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Steven_Frost> ...Weird.
<Vile> *Jerry shakes his head, "I can't. We're still analyzing the disease itself. We only know what it does. We dont even know how it's contracted.
<Ire> So, everyone in the hospital could be infected?
<Vile> Jerry: We've ran tests on the nurses, doctors, and so fourth and so far the disease has not spread out from those already infected.
<Ire> Interesting. And it's all the street rabble?
<Steven_Frost> So it isn't airborne... I wonder how everyone's contracting it, then...?
<Ire> Well, if it's only drifters, it could be their living conditions. Or someone is purposely trying to kill them off.
<Vile> *Jerry nods to Ire, "The majority of the those gone sick have reportadly been from the East side, but it shows sign of spreading to the North of the city.
<Ire> East side, not exactly the most well off place in the city.
<Ire> And it's just Mega City, correct? Nothing in Vesperton?
<Vile> *Jerry nods.*
<Steven_Frost> If it's just living conditions, it would've started a long time before now, though. And it wouldn't have caused the massive influx into the hospitals that it has...
<Silouette> ...any other link between the people being infected?
<Vile> Jerry: From what we can tell, just Mega City. *He glances at Frost, "Thats the conclusion we came too, as well." *Then, to Sil* "Nothing, ma'am. Just that they are..well, for lack of a better wording, the scum of the city."
<Pope> If this thing's so contangious, has anyone considered a massive quarentine of the city?
<Ire> That'll be perfect. Chaos. Total chaos.
<Vile> *Jerry looks to Pope, "What with the war and all, the Brass upstairs wants to keep that as a last resort. They want you all to investigate."
<Steven_Frost> ...But if it isn't living conditions, why is it only infecting that certain part of the population...?
<Stark> How can we be expected to investigate a pathogen? What leads do we have?
<Pope> Right, so it's better possible agents are leavin' the city an' spreadin' this shite, yeah, that's bloomin' brilliant.
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<Vile> *Jerry shrugs, "All I can show you are the areas where the most patients have come from."
* Ire rolls over to all his case files, grabbing files specifically linked to the East side of Mega City.
* Ire grabs them and stands up.
<Ire> Well, we have nothing better to do. We can drive around and ask questions as I study these files.
<Vile> *Jerry nods, "Sorry folks. When I know more, so will you all."
* Ire grabs a comm, calling a van to be sent over.
<Silouette> ...maybe you'll get lucky and get a van with an AC.
* Ire pauses, eyeing Silouette, who seems to be one of the few not suffering from the heatwave.
<Ire> Everyone, down stairs in five minutes.
* Ire walks out with his case files
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*** Topic is 'Session 39: Contagion  - Disease runs rumpant thru the lower levels of Mega City, as the homeless and street walkers flood the local hospitals. Is this some sort of bio-attack, or is something more sinister lurking in the depths?'
*** Set by DeathStar on Thu Mar 27 18:51:00
* Pope shrugs and goes to get changed
<Ire> NRP: Wroooong button
* Steven_Frost tags along behind Ire, already ready to go
<Ire> ...
* Ire pauses, glancing at Steven as he opens the front door.
* Stark keeps with Ire and Frost
* Silouette heads down stairs after checking something on the computer.
* Ire shakes his head and walks out. The van pulls up.
<Steven_Frost> ...Don't mind me... still trying to learn the layout of the building. Since you took my notes...
<Ire> Teen Driver: *just sits in the car, jamming to music*
<Ire> ...
* Pope walks out of his room in a clean pair of clothes and heads outside, walking up to the van
<Ire> Mr. Stark, would you? *gestures at the driver*
<Vile> NRP: o/~ Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! O/~ <Ire> That is so not appropriate.
<Ire> NRP: LOL
* Ire sees Stark is phased out, as he normally is these days.
* Stark hits the driver.
<Ire> Driver: *falls out of the van unconscious*
* Stark drags the Driver around the corner.
* Ire gets into the seat and slams the door shut
* Silouette gets her usual place in the back.
<Ire> Thank you.
* Pope gets in
* Stark returns, with a glass of red fluid and takes shotgun.
* Ire turns off the music and bumps the AC up.
* Ire pauses, looking at the glass of red fluid.
* Stark sips at it.
* Ire pops more asprin
<Vile> NRP: LOL
* Ire pulls out of the complex and starts driving towards East Side.
* Steven_Frost grabs onto the back bumper as the van starts to leave him
* Ire drives along, oblivious
<Steven_Frost> NOT good...!
* Steven_Frost does a combination of hanging in the wind and running, while trying to beat on the back of the van
* Ire slams on breaks when he heard the banging.
* Steven_Frost crashes into the back of the van
<Steven_Frost> OW!
* Steven_Frost scrambles through the side door and takes a seat in the middle, panting
<Steven_Frost> Sorry, Lieutenant... zoned out for a minute.
* Ire starts up again, ignoring the military jeeps honking at him.
<Ire> Thoughts on this mission, anyone?
* Silouette is silent.
<Pope> Waste of our bloody time.
* Stark finishes his drink "None."
<Ire> GM: *the area changes as they come into East Side*
<Ire> GM: *this is definitely the older section of town. Instead of Downtown! Ha ha ha*
<Vile> *They'd most likely notice the influx of homeless people, prostitutes and street gangs roaming the streets.*
* Ire is forced to stop so he doesn't hit any of them.
<Ire> Stark - Frost, question some of them. Take Pope along for back up, but make sure he does no talking.
<Pope> ...
<Vile> *Immediatly, someone comes up and begins washing their windsheild*
<Ire> ...
<Steven_Frost> ...What do you want us to ask them? Or, how can we ask without freaking them out?
* Ire hits the horn.
<Vile> *A group of street punks on an apartment building's stoop hoot and hollar at them, 'nice van' and all*
<Pope> An' why the 'ell can't I do any talkin'?
<Vile> *The guy screams, flicks off Ire and walks off*
<Ire> You have the charm of pissing people off.
<Stark> Indeed...
<Ire> As for what to ask them, make it up as you go.
* Ire begins to flip through his case files.
<Vile> *A bottle shatters on their hood. One of the punks is standing now, laughing like an idiot at what he's done.*
<Ire> ..
<Silouette> ......
* Ire is getting that "look".
<Vile> NRP: 'Beat It' begins to play. The punks begin to dance in unison.*
<Steven_Frost> ...
<Steven_Frost> Stark, let's get this over with.
* Stark nods.
* Pope grumbles
* Ire goes back to his reports.
* Steven_Frost steps out of the van
* Pope follows
<Vile> *A second bottle flies past both Frost and Pope, shattering on the side of the van*
<Ire> ..
* Steven_Frost moves his head to the side to avoid being clocked
* Ire looks up from his report again.
<Steven_Frost> ...This isn't going to be easy...
<Vile> *By now, all 7 of the punks are standing. The leader is still laughing like an ass, thin and wiry with greasy shoulder length hair.*
<Pope> Sure it will.
* Pope reaches over his back and pulls out his shotgun
* Steven_Frost holds his hand back, signaling Pope to take it easy
<Vile> *The leader smiles and snaps his fingers. 4 out of the 7 pull machine pistols from their coats. <Punk Leader> You better back off our turf, buddy."
<Steven_Frost> *sighs* Listen, fellas, we just want some information. Give it to us, and we'll get outta here. Deal?
* Ire blissfully reads his report.
<Vile> *The group begins to approach them, the leader snickers, "Well, I'll answer whatever questions you ask..if you give us the van."
<Steven_Frost> That's not my decision to make. Pope, ask Ire.
<Pope> You soddin' poofers better get yer arses outta here while ya stil lcan.
* Pope lookes at Frost
<Pope> We ain't givin' 'em the bloody van, you silly git.
* Ire adjusts the AC vent to blow on himself as he goes back to reading reports. He doesn't seem to notice the events taking place outside.
<Silouette> ((<Ire> *pulls his gun* I am NOT parting with my AC.))
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Steven_Frost> ...What's a git...?
<Vile> *The group begin laughing, the leader holds up his hands for them to shush, "'Poofers'? the fuck is that? Look buddy, take your little homo friend here and walk the hell away. That van is in OUR territory, so it's OURS now."
<Steven_Frost> I'm afraid I can't do that...
* Pope shrugs, putting the shotgun back, then starts to take off his jacket
<Steven_Frost> *to Pope* <Get the others. This could get ugly.>
<Vile> *The leader shrugs, "Then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to shoot your honky asses."
<Silouette> *idle watching the commotion* ...could kill every last one of them... if we weren't the good guys.
<Ire> Hm. *flips through the pages*
<Pope> Nah, watch this.
<Vile> *The leader suddenly blinks, seeing Sil in the van, "Woah woah, what have we here...Fuck that, man. Take the van....we'll take the girl. Fun time tonight, boys."
* Stark steps forward
<Vile> *the 4 with pistols raise them, aiming over the leader's shoulder at Stark and Pope*
* Stark holds up his walking stick "I think not."
<Steven_Frost> Yeah. No.
* Pope suddenly snaps his hand to his side and pulls out a whip. The tail snaps out and around the leader's throat. With a vicious tug, Pope jerks the leader across teh ground
<Vile> *The leader gags and is tugged to the ground. The rest of his goons, surprised, just watch, their aim dropping*
<Stark> Frost, I don't believe they're friendly. Shall we educate them otherwise?
* Steven_Frost spins out a gun and points it at the leader
<Steven_Frost> Looks like we're holding the trump card now.
* Pope pulls up on the whip, jerking on the leader's neck a bit
<Pope> Now, you poofers were sayin' somethin'?
* Stark walks over and disarms the other goons.
<Vile> *The leader gags again, prying at the whip, "..shuuuct..shooooct..dat motha..."
<Vile> *The goons dont resist.*
<Pope> Wrong answer, arseface.
* Ire casually reads the reports.
* Pope punches the leader in the kidneys
<Vile> *The leader cries out and begins to cry - and I mean cry. Like a twelve year old girl.*
<Stark> Are you trying to say "Shoot the motherfucker?" If you're going to say it, say it. *presses the clip releases and takes the bullets from the guns, tossing them to the side*
<Steven_Frost> ...An interesting turn of events... *rubs the barrel of his gun against his temple*
<Ire> GM: *the gun Frost is rubbing accidently fires*
* Stark looks at Frost as though he's retarded.
* Silouette casually ignores the police brutality.
<Vile> *The other goons are slowly backin' away, Goon3.6:..Uh..we'll see ya latah, mang." *They turn and bolt.*
* Pope looks at Stark as the gun goes off
<Vile> *The leader shrieks at the sound.*
* Pope looks back at Frost
* Steven_Frost blinks as the shot goes over his head, singing a couple of hairs
<Pope> ...You're a stupid one, mate.
<Steven_Frost> ...Guess I forgot to turn the safety on...
<Stark> ....
* Ire keeps reading as if the shot never occured.
* Pope turns his attention back to the leader
<Pope> All right, lil' girl, tell us what we wanna know
<Vile> *The homeless folks around the area are watching, huddling in their boxes and street corners.*
<Vile> *The leader snobs, then sniffles, "I...dont know..shit, man.."
* Stark looks at the homeless, and sighs.
<Pope> Don't gimme that load of shite, gang-bangers always got the lowdown.
<Vile> *The leaders at shift to Sil at the mention of gang-bangers, then back to Pope, "...I'm telling ya..I dont know anything, man.."
<Vile> Nrp: er, eyes
* Pope turns to Stark
<Pope> Get his pants.
<Vile> *His eyes go wide, "Wait..what?! Hold on!"
<Stark> ..... Not my field. *turns to Frost*
* Pope smacks the leader
* Silouette just reguards the thugs with a flat, emotionless expression.
<Pope> Di'n tell you you to talk, nancy.
<Vile> *He cries out and goes silent, with the exception of the occasional sob and sniffle.*
<Steven_Frost> ...Don't look at me.
<Pope> Just get his bloody pants.
<Stark> Just shoot him in the crotch.
<Vile> *His eyes go wide, but he says nothing.*
* Pope grumbles to himself, then looks fiercly down at hte leader
<Pope> Take off yer pants.
<Steven_Frost> I like the latter option, myself. *flips a switch on the gun, then spins the gun and points it at the leader*
<Vile> *The leader shrieks, "Naw, man! Don't cut it off! Alright! Alright, whatever you want to know! I'll talk! Just ask, man! Just ask!"
<Stark> NRP: Take off yer pants, boyah! Sewwwwweeee that there is a fine piece of ass, yessir!
<Vile> NRP: "He must work out." "Jenny Craig for Gangbangers."
* Pope slaps his forehead. "Lordy, you people don't know how to do anythin'"
<Vile> *The leader looks to each of them, frantic now.*
* Ire reads
<Steven_Frost> You seem to be doing a fine job, Pope. Continue.
* Pope lets go of his grip on the whips, then shucks the leader and kicks him square in the ass, holding up the pants as he takes out a lighter and sets them on fire. "Get the hell outta 'ere, whitey tighties. If I catch ya harassin' anyone again, next time I'l shootin' yer dick off."
* Vile leader screams trying to slap out the fire as he runs, "You fuckin' crazy, man! Fucking crazy!"
<Vile> NRP: The leader.
* Pope tosses the flaming pants to the side
<Steven_Frost> ...
<Vile> *The street would be quite quiet now, all eyes on the group.*
* Steven_Frost just stares, still pointing his gun at the now empty spot
<Silouette> ...I think they're enjoying this.
<Pope> Get canvasin' the area.
<Ire> Probably.
* Ire flips the page.
<Steven_Frost> ...English, please?
<Pope> ...That was English, you stupid bint!
<Steven_Frost> ...AMERICAN English.
* Pope smacks his face, gritting his teeth in frustration. "ASK THE FUCKIN' PEOPLE WHAT THEY KNOW!"
<Steven_Frost> ...Damn, Brit. Chill out, would ya?
* Steven_Frost holsters the gun and shoves his hands in his pocket, whistling as he walks up to a random person
* Pope swears under his breath in hreavy English tongue as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. "....and he bloody wonders why I'm irrate so much."
<Ire> GM: *Stark is gone. The wind blows. Where did he go?*
<Vile> *An older homeless man looks up at Frost as he approaches.*
<Steven_Frost> .oO{Ok, Steven, time to play nice guy.}
* Steven_Frost smiles, apparently genuinely, as he approaches
<Vile> *The eyes him, "You arnt going to steal my pants and light them on fire, are you?"
* Ire finishes going through the stack of reports. He glances back at Sil.
<Vile> NRP: the homeless guy
<Steven_Frost> No, I'm not. I just want a little information about this... sickness that's going around.
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<Ellie> NRP: session?
<Ire> NRP: Yep.
*** Ellie is now known as Infinity
<Infinity> NRP: where can I pop in?
<Ire> NRP: Well, right now, we're in the middle of a street in the East side - home of gangbangers, homeless people, scum of the Earth.
<Vile> *The homeless guy looks eyes Frost some more, then spits on a globe of phlegm on Frost's chest. "Fuck you. I've told you No once already. I'm not into this sickness thing, nor do I want to be a part of it. Do you people understand english? I said NO."
<Steven_Frost> NRP: o~/ Scum of the Earth, COME ON! /~o
* Infinity sees the group and shakes her head. She walks over to the group, looking oddly like she belongs here.
<Vile> NRP:...er...yeah, corrections where they are needed. I'm too tired to name them all.
* Steven_Frost slides to the left, avoiding the phlegm
* Ire is in the van with Sil. Pope and Steven are on the street.
<Steven_Frost> ...Ok, never mind...
* Steven_Frost looks for another that might be a bit more willing
* Pope stands around, looking pissed off
* Infinity looks to Pope, "What the bloody hell is going on?"
<Vile> *The homeless guy yells after Frost, "They wont help you! They've all told you no! We're not part of that fucking religious nonsense! You wont kill us today!"
* Pope jumps slightly, then looking back at Infinity. "Christ, luv, give a bloke a heartattack."
* Steven_Frost hesitates, and turns around
<Steven_Frost> What fucking religious nonsense?
* Ire rubs the side of his face. He continues to enjoy the van's AC. Since outside there's a fucking heatwave going on.
* Infinity smiles slightly, "I;m good like that."
* Pope wipes some sweat off his forehead. "Investigatin' some sort of outbreak that seems to be hittin' the homeless blokes 'round 'ere"
<Vile> *The guy glares at Frost, "You know damn well what. You and your monks preaching! Ha! 'Preaching'? Thats not even the word! Mutilating! Senseless killing! But no more! We'll stand up! We'll fight!"
* Infinity narrows her eyebrows, "What type of plague?"
<Vile> *Several other homeless folks near them begin to join in, "We dont want anything to do with your cults! None of it! Get off our street!"
* Pope shrugs. "Gonna 'ave to ask Ire on that one."
<Steven_Frost> ...I wish I knew what you were talking about... I'm from the Mega City Police. I don't remember the last time I went to a church. .oO{Literally.}
<Vile> *The homeless guy attempts to spit at Frost again, then rolls over in his box.*
* Infinity nods, "Yeah....." She eyes Frost, "He ain't gonna help you, let's leave.
* Steven_Frost steps aside
<Steven_Frost> I don't think we're going to get much help from anyone around here, ...uh... *searches for a name, and comes up blank*
* Ire organizes his files as he waits.
<Silouette> ...you'd think they could get a little information given enough time.
* Ire looks outside the van at them all standing around
* Infinity thinks, "I'.... I got an idea."
<Ire> I really wonder what they're doing.
<Steven_Frost> I'm listening.
<Pope> Love to 'ear it.
<Infinity> They're calling us preachers, eh? Saying we're part of a cult.
* Ire reads Infinity's lips.
<Ire> ...cult?
<Ire> Hmmm...
* Ire grabs a particular case file.
<Steven_Frost> ...Yeah.
* Ire flips it open.
<Infinity> What's the opposite of a cult? The government.
<Infinity> We gotta come back here, dressed like decontamation people. We'll get answers maybe that way?
<Silouette> ...think of something?
<Pope> ...Wouldn't we scare 'em off more than way?
<Steven_Frost> ...We ARE the government... *again stops before giving a name*
<Ire> Cult...cult...Well, there's information in here about a religious group. An odd group. Supposedly went under a while back.
* Infinity shrugs, "Incase you haven't noticed, I'm in my civies. And we sure ain't acting government like."
<Ire> ...Healers of the Light. That's what they were called.
<Ire> And they were set up right here in East side.
<Steven_Frost> Point. *notes that he's in street clothes as well*
* Ire glances at Silouette.
<Ire> Think it's worth looking into?
<Silouette> *shrugs* ...we've got nothing else to go on.
<Infinity> Let's go back to Ire and get his approval.
* Ire nods.
<Steven_Frost> I'm pretty sure that this cult has something to do with the disease, actually...
* Ire shifts out of park and drives past the group, heading on his merry way.
* Infinity sees the van, "....or not."
* Pope stands there, watching Ire go.
<Pope> That's jsut bloody wonderful.
<Steven_Frost> ...Uh...
<Steven_Frost> ...Is he always that oblivious?
* Infinity eyes the group, "I'm going to go to the clinic, okay?"
<Pope> Might as well follow you, then.
<Steven_Frost> *shrugs* Can't go back to base.
* Infinity smiles, "Just follow my lead then babe." She begins to make her way to the clinic.
* Steven_Frost glances at Pope
<Vile> *The local clinic is in shambles - its old, decrepit and looking like it should be torn down.*
<Steven_Frost> ...Never mind. *follows Infinity*
* Pope follows after the two
* Infinity smiles, and gets a frantic look about her. She grabs Pope's arm, and tugs him along, into the clinic. She calls out, "My God! My God! Help me! I think my husband is infected!"
* Steven_Frost hesitates outside
* Ire pulls up behind Frost.
* Ire flips the van off and steps out of the van.
* Infinity waits for the medical people to come to her.
<Vile> *Inside is devoid of people. It's dark....very dark. It looks empty, devoid of people. But, if so, what the hell is that stench of unwashed bodies and sour milk coming from?*
* Silouette steps out quietly
<Ire> This is where the religious group was last known to be operating.
* Ire glances at Sil.
* Steven_Frost hesitantly steps inside
<Ire> Be prepared for anything.
* Infinity drops his hand, and frowns, "....Right, this sure as hell ain't koshar."
* Ire casually walks inside the clinic, moving up behind the others.
* Infinity pulls her pistol out and her flashlight. She shines the light into the room.
<Ire> ...I'm impressed. You found out about the religious group, too?
* Pope takes uot his shotgun, resting the barrel against his shoulder
<Vile> *The receptionist desk is there, empty of course. To the left of it are double doors that lead deeper into the clinic*
<Infinity> NRP: once again Infinity brings them all to the answer... and isn't gonna get any credit! :P
<Steven_Frost> I have a suspicion... I think it's coincidence we ended up here, though.
<Silouette> ...they didn't do it sitting with the air conditioner though.
* Infinity nods to Pope, and points to the doors. She kicks at them to open it.
* Ire crosses his arms and glances at Sil.
* Pope aims his gun, ready to shoot
* Ire glances around, then casually walks back outside the clinic. He looks left, right, then walks out of sight to the right.
<Vile> *A long hallway stretches before them, with doors lining each side. The stench of unwashed bodies, sour milk and vomit is almost over powering.*
* Steven_Frost whips out both guns, pointing them through the door
<Silouette> ...plesant place.
<Steven_Frost> ...Quite.
<Vile> *An allyway stretches before Ire - with an ambulance access door about 20 feet from him.*
* Infinity does gag, the stench is not so bad for her... She's used to these smells. She begins walking down the hall way, opening the doors as she goes.
* Ire pauses in front of the ambulance access door. He glances inside.
* Steven_Frost heads in, forcing himself to breathe through his mouth
<Infinity> NRP: doesn't gag
<Vile> *Empty medical rooms await them. A slight sound can be heard - drums. For Ire, the 'drum' sound is louder, and he sees into the same hallway - able to see his teammates up at the opposite end*
<Infinity> ...drums.
* Infinity begins walking in the direction of the drums....
* Ire rips open the door.
* Steven_Frost walks after Infinity
* Ire steps into the hallway in front of the group. He turns, walking towards the drums.
<Infinity> ...Ire?
* Pope follows cautiously
<Vile> *The two groups have meet at a crossroads, so to speak - another set of double doors. The drums are louder behind it.*
<Ire> Infinity.
* Ire draws his handguns.
* Infinity slides to Ire's side, "We've got to stop this." She looks to the door.
<Ire> Becareful. The "Healer of the Light" don't seem to be all there anymore.
<Silouette> ...if they ever were.
* Ire motions towards the door, then motions for everyone to be ready. He walks forward.
* Ire reaches out with his foot to push the door open.
* Infinity looks to Ire, and smiles sadly, "Then I shall bring them the light." Cocking her gun and aiming it ahead of her, she steps to the side to cover Ire
<Vile> *Yet another hallway before them - but at the bottom of it, they see a figure. The stench is even worse than before. The figure is thin, and shrouded in a Monks cloak and hood. He turns to face them, face hidden in the shadow of his cowl. Gripped in one hand is an everyday fire axe.*
* Infinity aims her gun, and fires at the figure's legs.
<Vile> *The 'Monk' screeches and collapses, his legs shot to shit.*
* Ire moves down the hallway, staying out of Infinity's line of fire until he reaches the figure.
* Infinity shadows Ire
* Ire reaches out with his foot to kick the hood back.
* Infinity aims her gun at the figure
<Vile> *Using the axe like a crutch, the Monk begins to rise, "Typhoid! Herald of the Rot! CHOSEN OF THE HIVE!" *The hood is kicked back, revealing a nasty sight - head shaven bald, pale and yellow-like in complextion. His face is marked with sores that ooze puss. His right eye is rotton completly, a black peice of meat in his eyes.*
<Vile> Nrp: er eye socket
<Pope> A face only a mother could love.
* Ire steps back, surprised.
<Vile> *And, for your information, the AC is on.*
<Steven_Frost> ...Tasty.
* Infinity keeps her aim. "....his name? Or is he calling you that?"
<Vile> *The monk lashes out with the axe at Pope's face, "TYPHOID! HERALD OF THE ROT!"
<Ire> Take him down!
* Infinity fires at the monk, aiming for his chest
* Pope gasps, then drops back
<Vile> *The Monk spasms, the shots blowing chunks out of his chest in a spray of foul smelling blood. He falls onto his back. He gasps once, twice, then his good eye rolls back into his head. He moves no more.*
* Ire casually walks around him.
* Ire seems pacified with the AC on.
* Infinity looks to Pope, "....are you okay?"
* Pope covers his mouth and the stench rises
<Pope> Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the save.
<Silouette> ...that was... disgusting.
* Infinity smiles to Pope, and then walks after Ire.
<Pope> Wouldn't get too close to that, you 'eard Friar Fuck, it's typhod.
<Pope> *typhoid
<Vile> *At the bottom of the hallway, the doors open and two more monks step out, one weilding a crowbar, the other a scalpel, their voices echo up the corridor, "Disease of the Saved...Followers of the Destroyer..."
* Infinity shakes her head, "....I can't help but think they're talking about us...."
* Ire stops in mid-stride, eyeing the two worshippors.
* Pope cocks his gun
<Ire> Don't give them a chance to strike, team.
<Pope> Well, let's give 'em somethin' to talk 'bout, then
<Vile> *They screech - throwing their hoods back as they charge the group. Garved in monk robes, one is woman - her once blonde hair is greasy and matter, most of it fallen out in clumps. Faces covered in puss-oozing sores*
<Vile> nrp: garbed
* Infinity fires at the woman's face.
<Infinity> NRP: again, cue the Resident Evil music
<Vile> *The woman screeches, the back of her head exploding like a melon and showering her running comrade in her blood. He screams in delight, licking at the blood as he leaps at Ire, slashing with the scalpel.*
* Pope fires at the other attacker
* Ire steps back and tiltsh is body, letting the scalpel miss him by a few inches. He stands there, not retaliating, but smirks.
<Infinity> Ire!
* Steven_Frost runs in, catching up, and fires at the guy
* Infinity blinks, and then narrows her eyes....." Ire."
<Vile> *The man loses most of his right shoulder to Pope's shotgun blast. He cries out and turns, preparing to slash at Pope, but is nailed several times by Frost. He collapses and twitches once or twice before going still.*
* Ire stares at the two dead worshippers.
<Steven_Frost> You can thank me later. *blows the smoke from the barrels*
* Infinity stares at Ire.
* Ire eyes the door they came from, still holding his handguns.
<Ire> Get ready.
<Infinity> Wait.
<Vile> *The drums are now very loud, coming from the direction of the doors they came out of.*
* Ire jumps over them.
* Ire glances back at Infinity.
<Infinity> Sil, symptoms of the infection.
<Infinity> Now, what are they?
<Ire> Your skin melts away.
* Ire turns and walks through the door.
* Infinity looks at Ire, a firm and dangerous gleam in her eyes.
* Infinity looks to the group, "Something wrong with Ire." She jogs after him.
* Steven_Frost shrugs
* Steven_Frost jogs after the other two
* Silouette keeps after the others so to not be left behind.
<Vile> *Another sound mixes with that of the drums - the AC dying. It sputters, then goes quiet*
* Ire pauses, looking at the sound.
<Ire> ...
<Ire> Oh hell no.
<Steven_Frost> That figures.
* Ire charges into the room with the drums.
<Steven_Frost> ...He's pissed.
<Vile> *They are in the cafeteria, now - with about a dozen cultists, backs to them, several are beating drums. They speak as one, "Herald of the Rot! Chosen of the Hive! Host of the Destroyer! Typhoid!"
* Silouette quickens her pace to keep up
* Ire opens fire on the cult members, finally attacking them.
* Infinity blinks, and then aims her gun at Ire, "Freeze!"
* Steven_Frost runs after Ire, guns at the ready
<Vile> *The first 3 are gunned down, shot in the back. The rest turn and shriek, grabbing whatever weapons they have - bottles, lunch trays, knives, forks, 2X4's, whatever.*
* Ire ignores Infinity, aiming his two handguns to fire and hit every single cult member he can.
* Pope blinks, looking at Infinity. "Ayn..?"
<Infinity> ...fine....
* Infinity looks to Pope, "That ain't Ire with a full deck, with all his round glass balls."
<Vile> *The group surge toward them - another cultist falling to ire's fire, his chest ripped to bloody peices as he falls.*
<Steven_Frost> ...No choice!
* Steven_Frost opens fire
<Ire> This has been a fucking perfect day...and now the AC has to go and fucking BREAK.
* Ire keeps firing.
<Infinity> ...we're getting out of here... cover me
* Infinity leaps at Ire, trying to tackle him
* Ire is caught totally off guard.
<Ire> Wha--1?
<Vile> "TYPOID! HERALD OF THE ROT" *Their ranks are thinning, but the bulk of them will be within close-combat range in about 3-5 seconds.*
* Steven_Frost keeps firing, as he is apparently being ignored by his teammates
<Vile> *A lunchtray comes fluing in at Frost's head.*
<Pope> Shit shit shit
<Vile> NRP: flying
* Silouette fires some shurikens into the crowd, aiming for vitals
* Ire struggles with Infinity
* Infinity looks at Ire, "We're leaving...." She punches at Ire's head
* Pope opens fire
* Ire catches her fist.
<Ire> I don't know what YOUR problem is, but we got a job to do!
<Vile> *A woman leaps at Pope, shot mid air - her face blown off. A second leaps over her body, slamming into Pope*
* Infinity growls, "What's your problem Ire?! You're not acting like you should!"
<Ire> And why you waste time, our teammates are getting nailed!
<Pope> FUCK!
<Ire> (while)
<Vile> *The cultist on Pope attempts to litterally bite his face off.*
* Pope is taken to the floor, wrestling with his assailant
* Steven_Frost ignites a saber and begins swinging it at the ones that got close while still firing at others
<Infinity> Why didn't you defend yourself? Why are they calling you herald of the rot?
<Ire> ....*pause* What?!
<Infinity> you didn't defend yourself when he attacked you.
<Vile> *His blade bisects bodies - what was a dozen has trippled in numbers - where they have come from, no one knows. Sil's shurikens find their marks, downing insane cultists as they attempt to close in on them*
* Ire pauses, aiming past Infinity to fire at some of the cultists who are coming up behind her.
<Ire> I knew you guys would nail him.
<Steven_Frost> ...Bad idea... *backs away, firing*
<Infinity> You've never done that before.
<Ire> I was enjoying the AC,
<Pope> A LIL' 'ELP HERE!
* Ire aims at the one on Pope, firing.
* Infinity glances at the cultists that were coming at her, and with a reluctant sigh, she stands. "Fine, but after this, you're going to get your head shrunk."
<Vile> *A brick comes flying in at Sil's head - Pope's assailent is shot in the back and cries out - several cultists drag the body into the mass of them.
* Infinity scowls and opens fire at some of the cultists
* Ire stands up finally, standing behind Infinity. He pants, looking around.
<Ire> Pull back!
* Silouette ducks the brick, drawing her sword in her free hand.
<Ire> Into the hallway. Make them come through it to get to us.
* Pope gets back to his feet. "'Bout time someone came up with a plan!"
<Vile> *The mass of dead bodies litter the ground infront of them, making a sort of makeshift barricade. Doesnt matter, tho, as their buddies are more than willing to climb up over them to reach the group - this has bought them about 6 seconds.*
* Pope ducks out into the hall
* Infinity ducks out into the hall, and looks to Ire, not so trusting
* Ire walks backwards to the hallway, firing at anything that moves and isn't a team member.
* Steven_Frost backs out, still firing
* Silouette falls back, firing into the crowd as she does so.
<Vile> "Typoid!" "HERALD OF THE ROT" "DISEASE OF THE SAVED!"
*** Stark is now known as Garland
<Ire> Now, the only way to us is through the doorway. Don't let them through.
* Ire keeps firing at the cultists.
* Infinity keeps firing as well, but anyone can tell she's watching Ire like a hawk
* Ire seems to be hot and miserible. And irritated.
<Vile> *The group surge over their fallen comrade, grabbing body parts from them to use as weapons as they surge out into the hallway. It's a killing field - in the confined space, with that much firepower pouring into them, it's nothing short of a massacre. Cultists die by the dozens.*
* Steven_Frost crouches and continues fire
* Infinity keeps firing.
<Vile> *Eventually, their bodies pile up, almost obscuring the doors and most of the floor. One last cultist climbs up, waving the arm of a buddy and shrieking*
* Infinity fires at the cultist
* Ire fires at him, too
* Steven_Frost fires at him, low
<Vile> *His body almosts explodes thanks to the overkill - he collapses, in peices.*
* Silouette lets the others shoot him
<Steven_Frost> NRP: Long live overkill!
* Infinity looks to Ire.
* Ire holsters his hand guns, glancing at Infinity. He's annoyed. Definitely.
<Vile> *I'd also like to note the smell would be quiiiite nasty.*
<Ire> We're going to burn this place.
* Steven_Frost waves his hand in front of his nose
* Infinity looks to Ire. She looks annoyed. Definately.
<Steven_Frost> Sheesh...
* Ire turns and heads out the ambulance entrance, grabbing his comm.
<Infinity> What about evidence?
<Vile> *Drums, suddenly....no...not drums. Footsteps. Heavy...large...footsteps.*
<Ire> Command never believes us anyway, I don't care what the hell they think now.
<Ire> ...
* Ire pauses, looking around.
<Pope> ...That can't be good
* Infinity follows Ire, and then stops dead, "So why the fuck are you still here?"
* Ire draws his handguns.
* Steven_Frost starts to walk away, but hesitates
<Steven_Frost> ...Yeah, that can't be good.
<Vile> *One cultist, most of his lower body a bloody mess, squirms, then giggles, "Typoid...Herald of the Rot-ACK!" *He goes quiet.*
<Ire> ...
<Vile> Nrp: Typhoid
* Ire raises his handguns in the direction of the footsteps, waiting.
<Vile> *Something large and dark fills the entrance to the hallway. It's almost impossible to see what exactly it is, but it's huge - roughly 7 feet tall, with a shoulder span of about the same. It fills the hallway and has to stoop slightly.*
<Steven_Frost> ...Yep. That's quite bad.
* Infinity looks to Ire, and readies her pistol
<Ire> My day just gets that much worse...
<Vile> *Lashes out with arms thick like tank barrels, backhanding the mass of bodies and sending them at the group like rag dolls.*
* Pope hits the ground
* Ire dives out the door and rolls outside along the ground. He glances back inside.
* Steven_Frost rolls to the side, firing at the bodies out of reflex
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* Silouette flips back out of the way
<Silouette> ...think that's their avatar?
* Ire runs back inside.
<Vile> *He moves into the hallway, it's bulk cracking the ceiling AND the walls. It's appears to be clad in black full-plate armor, from head to toe. It's face is hidden behind a full-helm, with a Y-shaped slit. A single curved horn juts out from it's armored helmed forehead. Out of its back are exhaust pipes, dozens of them, spewing a thick gas into the air.*
*** Infinity has quit IRC (Quit: Now the flood gates may not hold, though we may race and we may run, we cannot change what has been done.)
<Ire> What---the---fuck?
<Vile> *In one hand is a huge scythe, the blade about as tall as Pope. Dangling from the butt end of it is a chain large enough to attached to the anchor of a battleship. It's looped across his other hand, and dangling from it is a wreaking ball. The scythe blade drips with a foul liquid.*
<Ire> GM: *Infinity is buried under bodies*
<Steven_Frost> ...You've GOTTA be kidding me!
<Vile> *He seems to just be looking them over, then suddenly it bellows in a booming voice, "TYPHOID! HERALD OF THE ROT!"
<Steven_Frost> Ok, maybe you're NOT kidding me...
<Ire> Boss Battle #5: Typhoid! Herald of the Rot!
<Vile> *It surges toward the group, it's bulk tearing up the walls as it's horn tears up the ceiling.*
<Ire> Outside!
* Pope digs Infinity out of the heap. "Ire, Infinity's out, I've gotta get 'er outta here!"
<Ire> Go! Go!
* Ire waves Pope on.
* Steven_Frost stares
* Pope hauls Infinity out and flees the clinic
<Steven_Frost> So what's the plan, Lieutenant...?
<Ire> Run.
*** Pope is now known as X1-Sleep
* Ire runs out of the clinic.
<Steven_Frost> Works for me!
<Vile> *Typhoid comes crashing after them, roaring.*
* Steven_Frost hauls ass out of the clinic
<Silouette> ...got a plan?
* Ire slides along the gravel, glancing back at the van.
<Ire> Steven, get the van. Quick!
*** Vile is now known as Typhoid
* Ire fires inside the clinic at Typhoid, hoping not to hit Silouette, who's still inside.
<Steven_Frost> Right! *doesn't stop, changing directions for the van*
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<Typhoid> *Ire's shot do little to nothing against the heavy plate armor.*
* Ire turns and aims at the clinic, firing away at the roof, hoping to bring it down on Typhoid.
* Steven_Frost slides past the door, grabs the handle, and pulls it open. He gets in and cranks it up, then drives to Ire.
*** Silouette has quit IRC (Write Error: Connection reset by peer)
<Typhoid> *Indeed, thanks to Typoids tearing thru the hallway, the foundations are begining to tremble. The place is about to collapse.*
*** Kim[AWAY] is now known as Silouette
* Ire backflips into the air and lands on the roof of the van. He keeps firing at the clinic, hoping Silouette gets outside in time.
<Steven_Frost> *rolls down the window and looks up* Step two?
* Silouette makes a mad dash for the exit
<Ire> Just drive around in circles for now.
<Typhoid> *The places begins to fall down around Sil as she runs - que dramatic slow-mo shot.*
<Steven_Frost> Works for me. *floors it and spins the wheel to the left
<Dias> NRP: Caused by a rush of Enphredine, or Adrenaline.
<Typhoid> *As Sil makes it, the place collapses. Dust is thrown into the air, obscurring the area.*
<Ire> Okay, stop, Steven.
* Steven_Frost screeches to a halt
* Ire flies off the van
* Silouette rolls to safety as the last pieces of debris almost catch her foot.
* Ire slams on the ground on his back.
<Steven_Frost> ...Oops.
<Typhoid> *Then...an odd sound. That of a helicopter's rotor blades.*
* Ire lays motionlessly on the ground
<Typhoid> *As the dust clears, it's revealed that it is not, infact, a chopper. No, Typhoid stands in the wreckage, swinging the huge chain, connected to the even larger wreaking ball, above his helmeted head. It's a blur now.*
<Steven_Frost> ...Lieutenant, get up! We've got problems.
<Ire> ...
* Typhoid roars in rage and swings the wreaking ball one last time before lashing out at the van with it.
<Steven_Frost> Yipe! *throws it in reverse and floors it*
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<Typhoid> *The large wreaking ball slams into the pavement where the van was and tears thru the concrete with ease.*
<Steven_Frost> Whoa! IRE, COME ON!
* Typhoid starts forward, pulling the chain and thusly, the wreaking ball backtoward him as he advances on the group.*
* Ire groans, rolling over on his stomach. He attempts to push himself up.
<Steven_Frost> Grr...
* Ire looks up, blood running down the side of his face.
* Typhoid brandishes his scythe, raising it over his head in a two handed grip. He's coming up on Ire.
<Ire> Steven, aim the van straight at him and jump at the...last moment...
<Ire> jump..out
* Steven_Frost floors it
<Steven_Frost> *to Ire* <Already on it...>
<Typhoid> TYPHOID! HERALD OF THE ROT"
* Ire aims his handgun, trying to keep his aim on the gastank.
<Ire> Ungh...focus...Warren...
* Typhoid , now upon Ire, looms over him. He ignores the oncoming van and raises his scythe.
<Steven_Frost> Frozen Warrior! *transforms, a blue aura surrounding him*
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<Steven_Frost> ...I hope Ire knows what he's doing...
* Ire ignores him, keeping his aim focused on the van.
* Silouette watches from a safe distance.
<Ire> .oO (C'mon...)
* Steven_Frost waits until he is close, and throws the van into neutral and dives out
* Typhoid roars and brings the scythe down, "CHOSEN OF THE HIVE!"
* Steven_Frost gets a good bit of distance, thanks to the transformation, and overshoots his mark, slamming into a wall
* Ire waits for the van to get within a few feet and fires at the gastank, causing it to explode. The explosion hits him, sending him back.
* Typhoid roars, stopping in mid swing and bringing an arm-gaurd up to his helmet to shield himself from the sudden bright light.
<Steven_Frost> ...Ow... *flips to his feet*
* Ire slides along the ground, grimacing in pain, hoping the exploding van hits Typhoid.
* Typhoid is hit by the flaming van and is taken along with it. His roars are drowned out by the secondary explosion.
* Ire grunts, passing out again.
<Steven_Frost> Sheesh... some first day.
* Typhoid stumbles out of the wreakage, empty handed now, and on fire - it seems whatever gas is spewing out his back his flamable. His armor plating is red due to the heat. He screams, and stumbles another few steps before collapsing and going silent.
<Steven_Frost> I guess this heat is affecting all of us. Even him.
* Typhoid 's armored gauntlet rises into the air...then his arm drops. The fire consumes him. He moves no longer.
<Silouette> ...guess he couldn't take the heat either.
* Ire lays where he's fallen.
<Dias> NRP: *does a drum roll*
<Typhoid> *By now, the fire has spread to the ruined remains of the clinic, setting them ablaze as well.*
<Steven_Frost> ...You know, I just realized... this form works like a natural air conditioner. All right! *laughs, trying to make light of the situation*
<Typhoid> NRP: Meanwhile, Ire is bleeding to death.
* Steven_Frost picks up Ire's comm, lacking one of his own
<Ire> NRP: Poor Ire. First he's accused of being infected, now he's bleeding to death.
<Steven_Frost> *flips it on* Steven Frost calling headquarters...
<Typhoid> Comm: Jerry here, what can I do for ya?
<Steven_Frost> Yeah... we need another van, and a medic. Think you can handle that?
* Ire opens one eye
* Silouette prods Ire with a foot.
<Ire> It's hot out here.
<Typhoid> Comm: Homing in on your location...sending the medics now.
<Ire> NRP: Er, after she prodded him
<Steven_Frost> Thanks. *flips it off*
* Steven_Frost hands Ire his communicator
<Steven_Frost> Sorry I dumped you back there, boss...
* Ire takes it and slips it back on his arm.
* Ire lays there. He just grunts.
<Ire> I hate this day.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Thu Mar 27 23:24:13 2003