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

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"Maybe," Anders said in a low voice to Maria, "This thing has seemed like a training exercise from the beginning. Though I'm not certain who's training whom. Light is a priority, so is a room by room detailed search. I feel like we missing something . . . something important."

"Now kill that rat - the little one, not the one with blonde hair, and let's form up and compare notes," Anders said, flexing his injured arm. "Moreno, you kill the rat and its edible - I'll share it with you."

"If this water is safe, I recommend we drink some. I, for one, have the cotton mouth from an 8 hour drinking binge. Sorta like Monte Carlo, but without the cards."

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Amelia Brogart

The rat continues to burrow in your hair, getting all nice and comfortable with no inclination to get out and get squashed by Maria.

Yuri Borzakovsky

Checking out the armoire, you see the silver key still in the lock and inside a good sized flashlight with batteries...looked good enough for a few hours at least. The light switch in the bathroom, however, gives you nothing in return when you flip it. You also notice a small tool sticking out of the corpse's backpocket during your armoir search.

Everyone

Rather oddly...all of you suddenly realize that you don't hear the howling any more and when you glance at the window, you don't see anything but shadows.

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Yuri looks around the room in the beat of silence that follows the last thing someone said. His eyes go to the windows. Hm, tell me they just forgot about us in here. He looks back down at the table leg in his hand and then goes over to the Sarge and Moreno, just as they are finishing talking amongst themselves.

"Moreno, I need some of that cleaning stuff to make a torch outta this. It isn't doing me any good as a club, I need light." He sort of waves the table leg a little for emphasis.

"Sarge, I need to talk to you again, uh... " Yuri lowers his voice and leans towards Anderson, "No time for lengthy debates, but I think we should keep an eye on anyone that was bitten by those zombies. From what I've seen so far, I have some suspicions about... infection. I could be wrong. The blonde woman and the asian woman have both been bitten. I can't say if the dog things or giant spiders count, or if scratches," he points to Anders' wounds, "count either, I mean, usually, acid and poison aren't vectors for disease, at least not by themselves." He leans back and pointedly eyes the gun in Carlson's hand, raising an eyebrow and speaking up some. "Just stay frosty Sarge, 's all I'm sayin'."

He then glances around for the blanket he thought he spied earlier, seeking to tear a strip off it to make the torch.

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After Michael made his case to the Sergeant, he's a little disappointed to see that he is whispering plans with Moreno. Michael looks around the room like he's a bit lost, trying to find something useful to do. His eyes rest on the young woman on the sofa, recovering from her wounds. He walks over to her, dropping on a knee to get closer to her, letting the light from the candle shine on her face a bit.

"Hi there, are you feeling better already? Looks like the corporal did a fine job here, just take it easy, okay. It doesn't seem like we're going anyhere for the time being, just take some time to rest. Oh, the cop has made a paste from some plants, that should help ease the wounds. It looks pretty awful, but I think it'll work just fine.
So, what happened up there?"

As he sits there near the sofa and looks at the rest of the furniture, Michael seems to remember something. He turns and looks at Goldstein.

"Mister, you said there was a statue somewhere here, earlier, that looked like it was moved? It might be important -- Heck, anything here is probably important. Where was it, could I have a look at it?"

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originally posted by Fanog
"Mister, you said there was a statue somewhere here, earlier, that looked like it was moved? It might be important -- Heck, anything here is probably important. Where was it, could I have a look at it?"

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"I left it in the ladies' room, knock yourself out," Isaac says with a smile, "I'd reckon it's heavy enough to," he then turns to Jaq, "I've got some medical training and could apply this stuff if you'd like. It'd probably help a lot."

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"Hey, Smith. I haven't forgotten about you," Anders called out to Michael. By way of explanation, Anders added with a smile, "When a strong, insistent woman pulls on you, you go along. Otherwise, something could get pulled off."

"Light is definitely a priority, as well as water. If Borzakovsky gives the okay, I recommend that everyone get something to drink. I'm thinking in bigger terms regarding the light. The power's out, or at least that's the way it seems. But we won't know for sure until we check the fusebox, breakers, or generator - whatever this forsaken house has," Ander said, more to everyone than to just Michael.

Anders nodded to Yuri in agreement, then flexed the hand of his injuried arm a few times. Ander then went over to the armoire to recover the key.

"Hmmm, what have we here?" Anders said rhetorically upon finding the flashlight and tool. He pulled the body out of the armoire to inspect it better, and to be sure nothing was behind or underneath it.

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"Oh, ok." Michael answers Carlson. He's not really sure how to react to the Sergeant's comments, so he just laughs a little. The comment about electricity has got him thinking, though

Well, if we're far off from the city, there's probably a generator. That should be out first target. Aren't these things usually somewhere outside, to avoid the noise they tend to make? That would be bad, considering the dogs outside -- Hey, the dogs, they've stopped howling.

As he ponders the possible location for the generator, Michael walks over to the bathroom, to recover the statue. On his way over, he runs into Goldstein again.

"Erm, sorry to be such a nuisance, but where did you find the statue? Someone might have knocked it over while planting something, I would like to check that spot out, just in case."

As he finds the statue, Michael lifts it to the light of his candle and takes some time to check it out.

Hmm, a soldier - Chinese? Then the signs on the base might be Chinese too. That could help, maybe I'll recognize some of 'em.

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"Catch" Maria yells at Yuri while throwing the bottle of cleaning agent at him. "Have fun with it." She smiles for a second, then returning her face to the normal, serious state.

Nodding to Anders, signing Maria understood what he ment, she walks back in search of the rat. "Hold still miss, we wouldn't want the creature to get away this time."

Taking a rush to get the rat without it being able to get away, it hits Maria. The dogs dissappeared. "Ehm.... where did the K-nines go?"

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"Yeah, drink out of the bathroom faucet, if you have to." Yuri says while examining the bottle of cleaning fluid, "Personally, I don't want to put anything around here in my mouth -- Hey, is that a flashlight? Sweet mother of pearl, Sarge, I could use that. It would do me better than a torch, as I could set it down to have my hands free and still have light. Of course, we should still make another torch, but I can't imagine it'll be too long before someone lights something on fire... but if anyone cares to, here it is."

Yuri sets the table leg and the bottle of cleaner down on an end table, then grabs the old blanket off the couch, all the while astutely avoiding Maria and her rat-hunting quest. He looks back at Carlson in earnest, as he tears a long strip off the blanket and begins to tie it around one end of the table leg.

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Anders Carlson

The flashlight feels solid in your hands and the tool looks somewhat useful. The body looks like its been dead (aside from the caved in head) for about a day or so. The stink is quite memorable and if it wasn't so cold, it probably could have been worse. He looks like a man in his forties, not even remotely military, and wearing some kind of jumpsuit with the words "Umbrella" on the label. The name "Dwayne Michaels" can be seen on on his name tag.

Yuri Borzakovsky

The fire explodes before as the table leg bursts into a vibrant flame, not unlike the other torches also in the room.

Maria Moreno

The rat is pesky and scampers all over Amelia. Just when you think you got a hold on it, it slips through your fingers - damn slippery beast.

Michael Smith

Generators...must be located somewhere outside and had to be pretty big to run a mansion this side. You figure that its probably in the back of the mansion in a building somewhere off to one side of the property. The owners probably hid it with trees and shubbery as such a building would not be something anyone wants to see from their window view.

The statue looked ancient, but sturdy. The edges of the base looked worn as if it had been stuck into something often. Each edge had a different colored character on it.

Inside was written...

The Dark Turtle hangs its head,
The Crimson Bird hovers in dance,
The Cerulean Dragon coils sinuously,
The White Tiger crouches down.