[d20 Modern] RESIDENT EVIL: Damnation [PG -17]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Michael Smith

Candlelight didn't really provide much to see by, the closet was big enough to be a small bedroom in of itself and full of shelves...shelves full of boxes. Not to mention the plethora of congealed blood and...was that pieces of dessicated flesh?

The lightswitch didn't react as you clicked it up and down and the lightbulb, from what you can see, didn't look damage at all. The wiring though wasn't visible to your eyes, hidden behind the wall.

Isaac Goldstein

The doorknob feels like ice on your fingers but it gives freely when you attempt to twist it. You can only hope that something is left in your car, remembering that you usually kept your shotgun in the back trunk.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Whoa, cold, guess that means its pretty cold outside as well.

"Normally I leave my shotgun in the trunk, lets hope those people who are supposedly monitoring us didn't decide to take it home," he says with a shrug.

He turned the knob all the way and opened the door, looking around carefully before stepping outside.

"Don't want any more of the living dead jumping out of bushes at us now do we?" he says sarcastically.

Here's an opportunity to get an explanation for what I saw that while ago, as well as determine the fate of that poor girl's sister. I have a bad feeling about this place...

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael walks over to Corporal Moreno, after he finds out that he can't really do anything about the light in the closet. He candle is still in his one hand, the table leg in the other.

"Sorry, ma'am, I can't find what's wrong. I'd need some gear."

Then, he leans in a little closer, and nods towards the door and the older man in front of it. He whispers to the Corporal.

"Ma'am, I'm highly in favor of searching the car, but I thought I... erm, saw something moving outside, earlier. Could've been the wind in the bushes, but I'm not sure. I highly suggest we go out in full force, if we're gonna go."

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Clairemont Mansion

Yuri looks after the older man with mild surprise. Touchy old f*cker... fine, let him get killed... he's not my responsibility.

"I'm Corporal Yuri Borzakovsky. I'm the team's field medic." Yuri announces to any who are listening. He walks over to Maria.

"Moreno, let me check your neck," he proceeds to examine the bump on Maria's neck closely under direct candle light. "We'll get to the bottom of this, it could just be a swelling..."

"Mikey, hold that candle closer here please," he nods to Smith.

God, if it's not just swelling... if something's in there... in all of us... I don't have the tools to extract anything...

Yuri eyes the shears Maria is holding...

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"A shotgun would help a great deal. Plus there may be a first aid kit and other supplies. It's worth the risk," Anders said. "And we're all going, I don't want anyone left behind for more of whatever that thing was."

Anders turns to Yuri and motions toward the raven-haired spy, "Is she mobile?" he asks.

Anders will pass off his lit candle to someone else to hold, so that his hands are free to fight.

"We move, we move fast. I'll take point. Moreno, you've got my back. Smith, then civilians. Patel and Borzakovsky have the rear. Everyone eyes and ears open. Anything goes wrong and we need to retreat, we retreat back to this room. Questions, problems?" Anders explains as he moves to the open door.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Patel figures her name's been shot around enough for the civs to figure it out for themselves. She still thinks they're a liability and should be sent home in the car if the thing still works.

She's give her left leg for a gun right now, though, so any opportunity for that is fine with her. She wonders what Michael has found in that closet to light their torches as she makes her way over to the front door, club in hand.

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Clairemont Mansion

"My neck? What's with my neck?" Maria asks suspioucsly when Yuri approaches her to check it out. She doesn't stop him for checking though, as she knows Yuri usually makes sense some way. "Just keep it to my neck, okay Yuri?"

"Anders, wait up. I wanna know what's in my neck first. Then I'll cover your back."

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Her neck? What's wrong with it? She didn't get injured by the monster, did she? Let me see...

At the request from the Corporal, Michael raises the candle, so the light will shine on Moreno's neck. He follows the workings of the Corporal closely.

Keia said:

"We move, we move fast. I'll take point. Moreno, you've got my back. Smith, then civilians. Patel and Borzakovsky have the rear. Everyone eyes and ears open. Anything goes wrong and we need to retreat, we retreat back to this room. Questions, problems?" Anders explains as he moves to the open door.

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Michael is happy with this set of orders, and his face shows it. He seems eager to get out, switching the candle to his offhand, and the table leg to his right.

Finally, some coordinated action. We should be doing fine right now. The five of us, with a decent strategy, some gear from the car. Good -- unless there's more of those ... creatures outside. I did see something move, after all. It could've been -- Don't think about that now. Just head up to the car, strip it of anything useful, and head back, no big deal. Worry can wait 'till later.

Michael starts towards the door, when he realizes that Corporal Moreno isn't coming, and that Borzakovsky needs his light to check her neck. He turns back after one step and raises the light again, letting Borzakovsky work and watching what he does.

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Clairemont Mansion


Yuri looks from the Sargeant to the dark haired woman he bandaged up.

"She's as mobile as she's willing to be. But, hold up a sec Sarge, it'll just take a second for me here to check this out." He nods to Moreno, and continues his examination.

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Yuri Borzakovsky

Your fingers run across the back of Maria's neck, feeling the tense muscles on the woman even as that now eeriely familiar bump presses against your fingers.

Anders Carlson, Amisha Patel

You stand by the door directly behind the civilian man who had called himself Isaac Goldstein. The wind is cold, sending chills down your back as both of you grip your weapons tightly.

1st Floor – Front Entrance

Isaac Goldstein

Your hand turns the doorknob before pulling the door inward with a creak. As soon as you do, the cold humid air bites through you and your ears pick up the sound of the wind blowing through you and into the room to reach the others.

Six white columns decorate the top of the long curving steps that surround the front entrance of the house and edge the paved driveway where your car awaits - silent with open doors for your return.

Your feet make its way outside as your eyes scan the perimeter. Something in the fringe of the bushes catches your eye, but you can't really make anything out really.