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

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac nods to Amelia's questions and answers them.

"Outside? We encountered the dog equivalent of our friend in the closet, and like Michael says, the wounds burn. He described it pretty well, miss," he tells her.

Every time the whiskey is mentioned Isaac's mouth gets a little dryer.

God, I need something to dull the sharp edges of reality in here. Maybe when the whiskey comes over this way I could get a bit to drink.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri doesn't say anything. He uses the first aid kit and the booze to clean as many wounds as he can. After he's done with Michael, he nods, and moves on to Issac, ignoring Amelia for the most part. He seems slightly disconnected, as if concentrating intensely. Next the asian woman, then Amisha, then he calls Maria over, then finally Anders. He examines each woud as carefully as possible, trying to determine the level of damage and infection, while moving a quickly as possible. If he doesn't have enough light, he indicates for a torch to be brought over. As he treat's the Sargeant's wounds, he speaking in a low voice to him.

"Sarge, just about everyone's pretty torn up... but okay, for now. That isn't going to last. These wounds are not... natural. They've got to be washed out thoroughly with water. We seriously need to avoid fiascos like those... dogs... and find some real gear. And get the Hell out of here. It's my professional opinion that we are beyond screwed if we don't get a handle on things right f*icking now. Or we're all gonna be like that thing Patel dragged out there. Unhappy."

When he's done, he looks around for the makeshift club and picks it up again.

"Someone give me a candle, and a couple of those matches. I'm done with this being in the dark sh*t." He's not smiling anymore.

 

[loxmyth]

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Front Entrance

Jac smiled triumphantly in the dark as her fingers grasp the marble shard in a tight grip. With the cold hard thing in her hand, she felt just a little more empowered, just a bit more in control. The shudden howling causes her jerk her face up so she can peer into the darkness. Nothing but pitch blackness hemming her in on three sides came to her eyes. Except... was that the reflection of the moonlight off another dog's eyes? She wasn't about to wait around and find out. Quickly straightening herself to her full height, she whirled and smoothly made a short run for the relative safety of inside at full speed, slamming the door behind her.

She was coming in so fast, she almost ran directly in the last person she wanted to talk to: the guy the rest of the grunts deferred to and called sargeant. Only cat-like reflexes and experience allowed her to grab out for some other fixture and stop most of her momentum before she barrelled into him.

She stared silently at him for a while, eyes as dark as the night outside sizing him up. He was big, strong... maybe ruggedly handsome if you went in for the military-chic look. Which of course, I don't, she reminded herself. But easy on the eyes is always better than put-a-bag-over-my-head, any day. Her eyes roamed the length of him for a while, taking in the shape of his body and the way he carried himself. They stopped on his wound... and at that point, she remembered that she had one that looked remarkably similar.

"Stupid dogs," she muttered as she stared right into his eyes, her own narrowing further as she waved her arm about to get the sting out of it. She guestured with her head towards the doors she had just closed. "There are more of them. Outside. We need to barricade it, or something."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion
December 31, 2002 18:30

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Amelia Brogart

From what you can see in the light, it looks as if Isaac's wound definitely had some type of acid on them. And it made sense that it got there through the dog...thing's...bite. But you know through your training that canine saliva is not acidic (its more neutral an alkaline-based)...and you can't figure out how it could get that terrible.

You do know that it needs to be rinsed clean in order to keep the acid from eating away Isaac's wound. And you know that if the acid is an oxidizer, if its mixed with alcohol will explode.

Maria Moreno

The ID badge falls into your fingers, passed onto you by Michael. It shows you the picture of a blonde woman resembling the one presently not too far away from you. There's a different set of numbers in the right and left corners...and a magnetic datastripe on the back of the badge.

Anders Carlson

You stand there by the door, face to face with Jacqueline. You can see the fear in her eyes and yet at the same time, the strength within her to survive. In her hands she holds a sharp piece of marble. There is blood all over her, from the cuts on her shoulder, the bite on her arm..she looks like bloody wreck. In addition to that, your bite wound continues to burn.

Yuri, Michael

You realize that there are only 4 doses in that medical kit. Only 4 will receive the help they need. While you decide who gets the aid, you clean off their wounds as best you can while the people wince. It isn't enough though, the bites are deep and need to be cleaned with water.

You're aware the alcohol when mixed with an oxidizer will explode.

Amisha, Maria

Suddenly you both hear something thump on the stairs but you can't even barely see the stairs in the darkness that even two burning torches fail to illuminate.

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"We've got incoming" Maria yells. She hands the badge and the torch to Michael, and drawing her tableleg. "The stairs!"

Maria tries to identify what is coming down from the stairs, and if it's some kind of undead again.

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Well, no rest for the slow and lazy, Amisha thinks, Maybe God's feeling nice and decided to drop a cache of guns for us...

She grins and takes up a flanking position left of the stairs, torch in hand. She's patient beyond belief but it's wearing thin and she's about to start giving her own orders if people don't start getting their in order.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

You stand there by the door, face to face with Jacqueline.

Anders looked down over the woman and into the darkness as she closed the doors. Unable to think clearly, Anders had difficulty coming up with something to say. He drank in her presence, absorbing it all.

"Miss, . . . you look like sh-t," he said quietly with a half-grin, "Why don't you have my medic look at those wounds and see what he can do. Not much to barricade them with, think you can lock them - that'll have to do."

Anders moved over to Yuri to get a quiet update.

"Sarge, just about everyone's pretty torn up... but okay, for now. That isn't going to last. These wounds are not... natural. They've got to be washed out thoroughly with water. We seriously need to avoid fiascos like those... dogs... and find some real gear. And get the Hell out of here.

"Yuri," Anders said, stepping into Yuri's personal space and using his first name, "That fiasco was for the express purpose of getting us the fu-- out of here. Someone or something is operating one step ahead of us. We didn't even get to check if the frelling car could be hot wired and started before it hit. I'll see to finding us a bathroom or a washroom - there's got to be one out one of these doors. You get us up and running again. I need you to come through for us here, understand?"

Yuri's answer was torn away by Maria's call of possible trouble. Anders looked to Yuri and said with a grin, "BOHICA, huh? Bend Over, Here It Comes Again. Work on getting us up and running."

Anders then got a solid grip on his table leg and hustled to the stairs. He started up the stairs, peering into the darkness using the light of the torch to see what was coming.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael had followed the Corporal during his round of the wounded, aiding him wherever he could. He was glad to note that Borzakovsky had also decided that using the alcohol was not a good idea, considering that they were probably dealing with an acid. Still, the wounds needed to be cleaned, Michael could still feel his arm glowing and burning.

At the Borzakovsky's comment, Michael hands over his candle. A moment later, he gladly accepts Moreno's torch, but is a bit startled by her warning.

Dear Lord, more of them... While we're still recovering from the last attack? Damn, someone must be watching us, if they can time it this well. My arm is killing me, how would the others feel. We have to make sure the acid is out before anything else. The others might hold off an attack for a moment while the Corporal and I think of something. --Clean it out with something, but what?

Seeing the flame from the torch suddenly gives Michael an idea, he hustles over to Borzakovsky.

"Sir, I've got an idea. The bottle of Jack is pretty much the only source of clean liquid we have available now. We need that to clean the wounds, but the alcohol spoils it, since it doesn't mix with the acid all that well. How about we just burn the alcohol right out of it? Oxidizing alcohol leaves water and CO2; A little flame and a couple of second and we should be good to go."

While talking, Michael has already looked around the room, and formed a plan how to go about it.

We probably need about half of what's left in the bottle. That combined with the first aid kit should be enough to help everyone. The crystal vase over there, it would probably be big enough, and it would be a good container to do the burning. The murkey water is probably unusable, just throw it away. --Oh wait, I could pour it in one of the empty bottles of cleaning agent, there must be an empty one close by. You never know if we may have to use it some time later.
Okay, I think we're all set. --Just do a quick recap of burning liquor. Nothing can go wrong right, and most of the alcohol should be gone in a short while? I think so. Good...

"I think half of what's left in the bottle would do, if we also use the supplies from the first aid kit. Can I proceed, Sir?"

Michael nervously looks up at the stairs, trying to see how much time they'll have left before they'll have to defend themselves from the next attack.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Michael Smith

As your thoughts mull over the idea, you realize that there was a slight problem in your plan. Heating up the alcohol requires boiling and distilling it. If you just burned it, the match would either go out or turn the water into steam as the alcohol burned off. If you boiled it without distilling, the water would just evaporate.

Yuri Borzakovsky

Taking the first aid kit with you, you work your way through your temporary patients. You seem unable to help with Isaac or Jac's wounds as much as you wished...but your skill works wonders on Amisha and Michael's wounds. The kit now lies in your hands completely spent.

Maria Moreno

Just as you reach the stairs, something squishes beneath your feet. Your arms pinwheeling you fall backwards onto Anders. Anger at your fall changes to something else as soon as you realize what you had stepped on.

Amisha, Maria, Anders

The three of you stare in horror, the light from the torch illuminating the disgusting tableau in ways you'd rather not contemplate. A thick slab of flesh, distended and torn with Maria's footprint lying in a large pool of blood...perhaps three meters in diameter. Definitely alot of blood...whoever...or whatever had given that much certainly had to be dead. Even as you watch the pool, more of the crimson liquid drips onto the floor from above.

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


"Oh man, that's just grose!" Maria says while getting back on her feet again. "Where the hell did that come from?" She looks up the stairs, still keeping her weapon at high.
"Anders... I have a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling if you know what I mean." she whispers softly so her voice wouldn't carry over to the rest a few feet behind them. "This thing really looks like some kind of sick horror movie, and a bad one if you ask me."

Maria takes a few steps up the stairs, but staying out of reach of whatever could be coming down the stairs, making the thumping sound. "Make sure everything down here is being watched by at least one of us. We're going up." Maria looks at Anders as if she wants to say Come on, dont let fear take over, we're supposed to be an example to the rest. "Okay with you Anders?"