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

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Anders lifted Maria up by the shoulders and helped here regain her balance. A light punch to the shoulder with a grin and a nod was an unspoken 'Back to you', meaning it was now her turn to catch/cover him.

"Borzakovsky, you're in charge down here. No one goes alone - anywhere. Check the doors for your water source, but don't stray too far. We'll give a holler if we need help. Smith, you're call on where you want to go. Patel, Moreno, you're with me. Let's hope this bloody mess is from the guy that took all our weapons." Anders finished.

Anders started climbing the stairs - mindful of the puddle of blood. He paused at the edge of the light and waited for Maria and Amisha to catch up, then proceeded up the stairs with them.

"We're looking for intel and resources up here, not another bloody fight, got it?" Anders said to the to two with him. 'Course I 'm sure the creatures are going to respect our wishes. he thought sarcastically.

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Clairemont Mansion

"Corporal, Sir. On second thought, I don't think the trick with the whiskey would help, unless we've got more time and equipment. We'll waste too much water in heating it up, I think. We may have to find another way..."

Michael pondered a moment, thinking back of the things he and Maria found in the closet. Could there be anything there containing a base, something to counteract the acid, or even something that could react to make something that would help?

Michael's thoughts are interrupted by the Sergeant giving orders.

"Sir, I'd like to stay here and help the corporal. We'll work here to find something to fix these wounds, and call you as soon as we've found something."

After that, Michael turns back to Borzakovsky. "Well Sir, which door shall we try first -- one of the small ones?"

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri sighs at the now empty first aid kit, and then chucks it into the also empty fireplace, just as Michael finishes his speil about the alchohol burning idea.

He mulls it over a moment, but before he can respond...

"Borzakovsky, you're in charge down here. No one goes alone - anywhere. Check the doors for your water source, but don't stray too far. We'll give a holler if we need help. Smith, you're call on where you want to go. Patel, Moreno, you're with me. Let's hope this bloody mess is from the guy that took all our weapons."

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Up and running... running where? I gotta find more supplies... something...

He tries not to look back at the slab of meat that Maria just stepped in, even though he does find it mildly amusing in a gallows humour kind of way. Oops, by the way, don't step in the dead chunk of flesh over there. Instead, he casts his gaze around once again, eyeing everyone still downstairs.

Okay... who's the problem child... hmmm... His gaze falls on the asian woman. She seems tough, and she's the most likely to be up for it.

"Well Sir, which door shall we try first -- one of the small ones?"

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"Smith, hang here and watch their backs for a minute," he gestures to the three ascending the stairs, "cop guy... er... Issac? You look after blondie there and keep a lookout for trouble. Ma'am," he turns to the asian woman, "you come with me. I need to find water, or something, and I need to do it now. I think you understand that helping out would benefit us all right now."

With that, he lights his candle on Michael's torch and heads over to the right-hand door on the east wall. Pausing before it, he turns to see if the woman is following him, then focuses his attention on the door, looking to see if it is obviously locked or if there's anything extraordinary about it. Like a sign that says "Restroom".

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Michael Smith

Your mind mulls over what was in the closet, but remember that cleaning fluids tend to be quite toxic to living things when introduced into the blood stream. You know there has to be a bathroom somewhere - that is if the water's even running in this place.

Yuri Borzakovsky

Your hand touches the doorknob, it turns easily in your hand but the metal feels quite cold. The door looks quite solid and made of excellent mahogany. There're no signs anywhere to tell you what lies beyond.

2nd Floor – Stair Hall

Anders, Maria, Amisha

Your footsteps echo up the stairs, the soles of your shoes stained from the crimson liquid all over the floor. Bit by bit the light illuminates the bottom part of the stairs, but you cannot see anything at the moment...until you three notice the arm hanging from the second floor but the rest of the body is hidden in darkness. The arm looks quite fresh and continues to drip crimson blood down onto the first floor.

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It's not very useful if its gonna sit around here doing nothing, I'll give it to Mr Medic.

"Hey Medic," Isaac calls, "Heads up."

When he has Yuri's attention he slides the shotgun across the floor to him.

"Two shells in it, pray you don't need 'em," he adds with a smile.

Isaac leans back and tries to think happy thoughts as the acid ruins his arm.

1st Floor – 2nd Floor Stair Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha halts, hearing the gun rattle across the floor. In her haste to assemble the torch she had forgotten to take it from the old man. And now there's another "corpse" at the top of the stairs just waiting for them to get close enough. She thinks better of continuing with just her torch.

"Sir," she says in a hushed tone, "permission to retrieve that firearm? Fists are fun and all, sir, but I can take the stem off an apple at thirty yards...when I'm drunk. And it's firing slugs, not shot, sir. I could tell by the sound."

1st Floor – 2nd Floor Stair Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Permission granted, Patel," Anders called out, "but give Moreno the torch before you leave. Without goggles, the dark isn't nearly enough fun."

After the torch passed hands, Anders glanced at the arm before heading up the steps. Damn thing better not twitch . . . don't do it you frelling arm. Wonder whose it is.

1st Floor – 2nd Floor Stair Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha's eyes light up for the first time since she awoke in this God-forsaken place. She bounds back down the stairs two at a time and skids to a stop next to Yuri. She bends down at the same time as him and they both put their hands on prized shotgun.

"Sorry Doc, Sarge's orders. He wants the firearm with us, " she says excitedly while wearing a rare grin.

Still squating with her hand on the barrel, she looks over her shoulder at the Detective, "You got any extra slugs for this firecracker?" She half turns and holds up her other hand as if expecting to catch them.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael can't help but smile at Amisha's overt joy over getting to pick up the shotgun. So cold one moment, like a kid in a candy story the next. Reminds my of my li'l sis when she's excited like that. His smile widens a bit at imagining the private in a store crammed full of shelves filled with sweets of every color thinkable.
"So, you're all set then? Isn't that thing a bit crude for your style?", he teases her. "Let me know if you happen to find a tool box up there. Heck, even a screwdriver would be something." He rolls his eyes, and looks a bit disappointed at not having any more to contribute to their team, without anything to work with...

Well, I'd better get to doing something useful, while I'm stuck down here.

Michael makes a short survey of the room from where he stands, trying to decide on what to do. His eyes end on the blonde woman, and he walks over to her.

He speaks to her in a gentle and slightly soft voice, trying to open a conversation without startling her. "Miss, are you doing okay? Here is that card back again. I don't know what it did here, but I trust you'll keep it safe for now." He pulls the plastic card out of his pocket, looking at the picture on it before giving it back.
"Miss, the woman in the picture - she's your sister, right? Are you Amelia Brogart? I seem to remember a researcher by that name..."

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Amisha Patel

Nearly slipping on the crimson floor, you manage to catch yourself before you fall onto the bloody pool. Your feet create long streaks of blood along the marble when you rush over to catch the gun before Yuri could. The rifle feels heavy and the metal cold in your hands.

Amisha, Yuri, Amelia, Isaac, Jacqueline, Mike

Faint howling echoes from the outside...sounding closer this time around than before. As everyone's eyes travel to the door, you realize that the windows don't have bars on them. Now with the curtains removed, the rectanglar windows seem more and more like deep abysses with your reflections peering out.

2nd Floor – Stair Hall

Anders Carlson

Slowly you head up the stairs, your hear pounding in your throat with each step. Maria seems hesitant, waiting with the torch at the bottom of the stairs. Never-the-less you move forward as if a thin string lies between you and that all too human arm hanging off the railing. The closer you come the more you can see.

A body, hanging over the railing, and redder than pool of blood below. On one end just a stump where the head should have been. The rest of the body filletted...long slabs of meat hanging off in strips. White bone visible in the pink moist meat.

The smell strikes you strongly, reminding you of the Spanish butcher shop in the morning after a freshly slaughtered cow is hung on the hooks. In fact, eeriely...that's what it the tableau reminds you of.