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Post by Meluivan Indil on Dec 5, 2008 17:00:03 GMT -5
Atavus was glad to hear that she wouldn't have to continue the killing rampage she'd just been on a few moments before. Even if the voices in her head screamed for blood and the gluttonous feast she'd been partaking in that day, she still detested taking lives.
As they worked their way through the near empty hospital corridors she began to have hope that with Ark's special abilities they might be able to keep the death toll to a minimum something of a miracle in itself.
As they traveled the streets of the once peaceful city she made sure to stay as far from the doctor as she could. The remembered smell of her blood was teasing it's way through her senses, but there was still something quite different about the being that sent warning signals through her mind. And the signals said 'don't touch this one.' It was gut instinct, but she had learned throughout the centuries to follow her instincts. They often times saved her quasi-immortal life.
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Post by Ark on Dec 8, 2008 21:58:19 GMT -5
With the building in sight, and Ark tantalizingly close to resolving the horrors of this night, he turned quietly on his heel and faced his companions with a grin. "I'm going to take care of this personally my friends. You would do well to stay in the relative vicinity of the woods. The potion will reach you, but you'll also probably be free from unwanted distractions." Ark stated, half his now entirely vulpine face lighted by the glow of city-wide fires.
"I'll be as brief as possible, just be careful, okay?" he stated with an earnest chuckle. "I do hope you young ones can deal with such situations." he finished, sprinting off towards the building with a smirk before vanishing into its labyrinthine halls.
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Post by wirrawong on Dec 13, 2008 0:02:13 GMT -5
Tia's foraging took her further down the mountain side than she had originally planned. The silence in the woods besides the noise coming from the City was unnerving for her. No birds chirped to her nor did any rabbits or squirrels come up to greet her. In fact there was no sign of her furry friends. At least they’re smart thought Tia and sighed.
Having found nothing substantial, she moved closer to the City and the screams than she'd liked. As she crept forward, Tia remembered a good berry bush behind the water plant. It was her last resort before having to even think about entering the City for food. Veering left and a few hops over small streams saw her at the back of the water plant. Cautiously, Tia moved forward and spied her prize, a small bush laden with red berries.
Tia quickly grabbed a handful of berries and shoved them in her mouth. Once her immediate hunger was sated, she set about picking more for later. For every handful of berries stowed away in her pouch, a couple made their way to her mouth. So intent on her foraging, she failed to hear approaching footsteps on the other side of the water plant.
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Post by LadyRiona on Dec 14, 2008 15:41:52 GMT -5
As they approached the water treatment facility, Jude sighed. The entire trek from the hospital to their current location had added weight to the paper in her pocket until it felt like it was actually slowing her down. She knew this was not the case, that she was merely being dramatic, but there was just something to this. Something big...something odd.
Sighing, Jude found a decent sized boulder to sit upon with her knees drawn up and her face in her hands. Exhaustion was catching up with her finally. Her instincts were telling her not to doze off while there was a crazed vampire nearby, even though she probably was no longer thirsty. Still; Jude had only been asleep for two, maybe three hours before being woken up by the chaos. That had been after a thirty-six hour stint at the hospital - accident after accident, incident after incident in the ER, charting; there had been no end. Finally, she'd been sent home after someone had realized she'd been there for more than a day.
And not to mention the excitement of the night thus far; saving the city with an interesting party had given her an adrenaline rush that had since ended, leaving her ready to collapse. But Jude fought the feeling, fought to keep her eyes open. Eventually, she would win.
To distract herself from the tired feeling, Jude pulled the folded slip of paper out of her jacket pocket, turned it over and over in her hands. Finally, she unfolded it, forced down her fears, and placed her eyes on the words.
At first everything was normal; no diseases, no viruses or bacterial infections, nothing out of the ordinary. A sigh of relief washed over her when she finished it. It was normal. But it still didn't explain her odd resilience to the disease earlier.
'Read it again.' The words were in so clear a voice that Jude checked over her shoulder to see if someone had whispered in her ear. Was she going crazy? Was that it? An insane person was immune to the disease? It made sense; couldn't worsen something that was already at the bottom.
Still, Jude obeyed and scanned the page once more. Her mouth dropped open. How had she overlooked that?
"Unbelievable," she whispered, staring. Her white blood cells were through the roof! It was like her immune system was at least triple the normal rate for anyone else. How was that possible? How was it that her white blood cells, in their incredible number, didn't attack everything in sight, gradually taking over? Did this mean an auto-immune disease or something similar?
Jude began to shake. The words on the paper blurred. She tried to control herself...but this was too strange.
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Post by Ark on Dec 14, 2008 16:14:39 GMT -5
Ark's progression through the water treatment facility was rather arduous. Every step he took was careful and calculated, and even for someone that had lived an eternity, he felt like this was taking far too long. He stopped himself and pressed into a doorway, another crazed individual rushing by in a fit of madness.
Ark had been taking care to remain as inconspicuous as possible, and the nooks and crannies of the pipe-lines walls were useful for such a task. Yet, as he neared his destination, the long, smooth hallway that stood before him left him uneasy as it stretched off into the dark. There was something inherently wrong about this place, he could feel it in the air around him; it felt fake, heavy, and smelled faintly of death.
The immortal steeled himself and picked up his pace, rushing down the hallway without anything in his path, even as he quickly locked himself in the boiler room. Whatever was giving off such an awful feeling was not with him, but would warrant his interest at some later time. For now, though, he set about his work.
Slowly the roof and part of the boilers each began to erode away as he drew the minerals from them slowly. He didn't want an outright explosion, but getting this steam into the air with the right wind conditions (They were always right when Ark was concerned) the city would be quickly enveloped in a cloud of his potion.
With the hiss of steam as his cue, he drew the vial from his clothes and hurled it into the rupturing boiler just in time for a large explosion of steam.
Well he hadn't wanted an explosion, but he'd gotten one...
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