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

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

With five members of his team up, Michael seems to regain something of his spirit and pace.

Ah, Amisha is up. She seems to recover fast, wow. The Sergeant and Corporal also seems to have regained consciousness, good.

He turns to face Sergeant Carlson: "Yes sir, doing fine regarding cicumstances."

When turning back to continue to the Corporal, Michael sees Amisha striding past him. He gives her a nod and a compassionate smile to as she walks past him. "You OK?"

Than he turns his attention to Borzakovsky, who seems to a harder time getting up. "Sir, are you doing all right?"

He offers Borzakovsky a hand to help him stand up, but the Corporal seems to have regained himself. While turning to walk with Borzakovsky, Michael notices the body of a slim asian woman, lying in the corner of the hall.

Hmm, more strangers. Well, we'll get that sorted out later. First things first. Let's get everyone together...

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri, rubbing the back of his head and frowning, looks Amisha up and down. "Hey Patel, lookin' good, all things considered. I guess not all is lost, eh? You freakin' out? I'm on the verge, myself." He flashes a smile and winks, then calls over to Maria "How 'bout you, Moreno, you okay? Need me to check you out? Make sure nothing's broken?"

"Smith? Sarge?" he glaces back and forth between them. "Oh yeah, and who..." Yuri waves a hand at the man kneeling over the blonde woman. "...the Hell are they?"

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


"The only thing that's gonna get broken is you if you don't watch your words Borzakovsky. So can it."

"Smith, Patel, follow me. We'll check the upper floor. Borzakovsky, you stay here and see if everyone is okay. And keep your sweet talk to yourself."

After giving the orders, Maria slowly walks towards the stairs. When Smith and Patel join her, she walks up, being very causious that the group might have some company in this mansion.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Yes ma'am."

Before following Maria, Smith turns to to Barzakovky and point to the far corner of the room, in the direction where Amisha awoke.

"Sir, there's another stranger over there, Sir. As asian woman, didn't know if you had seen her yet, Sir. Thought I might point her out..."

After that, he has to hurry to catch up with Maria. Michael shakes his head a couple of times, trying (without succes) to shake out the headache and the anxious feeling he has got.
His hands fiddle at his belt, not finding a gun. His hands feel empty, his fingers can't stop moving, like they're nervous and not at all ready for what's about to happen.

Glad to be away from him for a while. His talking gave me the creeps, he ought to know better. "on the verge" Pah, get his act together. At least Moreno knows what she's doing --glad to be with her, now.

Michael's fingers seem to have resigned themselves to the fact that they're on their own - no gun or flashlight. Years of training come to the fore and his hands settle in a semi-flexed state; two fingers straight, two bent.

Ok, this is it. Let's go.

He falls in behind Maria, looking out for signs of trouble.

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Patel falls in next to Moreno. As Smith approaches, she wordlessly reaches out, grabs his lapel and puts him behind the pair of women. He may be a soldier, but he's a techie and she knows he spends far more time in front of a computer than any opponent -sim or real.

Amisha hadn't known Maria very long, but she didn't need too long to recognize a tough bi†ch when she saw one. And she likes that. The PFC is eager to see the woman in action. She's also glad to be out of that Hall. Too many entrances, too many variables, and the civies are an unfactored liability.

She assumes a guarded martial combat stance and ascends slowly next to the Corporal, eyes and ears picking up everything.

 

[Keia]

"Smith, Patel, follow me. We'll check the upper floor. Borzakovsky, you stay here and see if everyone is okay. And keep your sweet talk to yourself."

After giving the orders, Maria slowly walks towards the stairs. When Smith and Patel join her, she walks up, being very causious that the group might have some company in this mansion.

Anders gives a look to Maria, a 'I'd rather you didn't, but since you already said so, I won't counter it' look, and leans in to tell her, "Just see if we're guests here and there's someone upstairs. If a doors closed, leave it closed. We'll do a detailed search once everyone is up and moving."

Turning to Corporal Borzakovsky, "Fall in, corporal, you've got my six. Let's go see who else is here on this little joy ride."

As Anders walks over to the closest person, he is active searching the room, looking for any details in the hall.

 

[Creamsteak]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall (Clairemont Mansion)

Throwing her right arm against her head, and focusing on herself, Nyugen stairs up at the cieling in a sort of dazed trance that only she understands. Am I awake? Am I awake? Am I awake? Where's the recorder?

"Oh !"

Throwing her left foot up underneith her, Nyugen jumps up onto her feat and goes through her pockets, for two reasons. One, to check for her posessions, and two, to make sure she still has her clothes to begin with.

"..."

She takes a look over the room, checking to make a headcount... Maybe one of these jarheads has a gun still on them...

"Hey, Baldy, wheres your equipment?" - Directed at Anders

I brush my hand against the door and lock just north of my position, I check to see if the door-knob or handle turns easily, so I know whether it's locked or not in the case that I need to sneak out of here.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael looks a bit baffled as Amisha pushes him behind her. He'd expected to keep the tail, but had somehow hoped that she'd be there besides him.

Wha-? is she pulling rank on me...? Getting familiar with Moreno? Ack, looks like I'm on my one for now, stuck here in the back.

It frustrates him, walking on his own. After the Corporal gave her orders, he had hoped for some time with Amisha. His head was bouncing from all the things happening. Somehow, she seemed to help him get all the things in place. He hadn't really figured out just yet how she did it, but talking with her did seem to get him to order his thoughts.

Too bad, i'll just have to deal with it for now. Maybe we'll find some clues up there. What did happen, who are the three persons down there with us: the blonde, the older guy who seemed to know her and the asian one. Did the man know her as well? -where are we even, is this the place we were sent to originally, or are we someplace else? Does any of the others remember more than I?

The silence from the two woman before him seems to kill the Private. Still, he isn't about to be caught off-guard here, on his first real mission, in this kind of mess. Once more, Michael decides to hold the questions for later, and to keep his thoughts to his current activities; the stairs, second floor, and the two woman in front of him.

Better not let them down while they're counting on me.

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac witnesses the military going to work around them. He blinks and looks again.

Military? Weird... How did I get stuck with military goons?

He hears about the car but stays quiet, thinking it best to see if the car is his before delcaring it.

"Back in a moment Amelia, I think my car's just out front," he says and approaches the window that the female corporal was looking out of.

He has a little difficulty finding his feet, but they're there and he makes his way over and tries to identify the car.

Hmm, is it mine?

The military types split up.

They're pretty quick to action.

The asian woman then jumps up and bad mouths the commanding officer there.

Good for her.

"Hey," he says after the asian is done, "Anyone know whats goin' on here?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Anders Carlson

Slowly as your make your way around the room for a preliminary check you see a beautiful blonde woman – a civilian probably – still prostrate on the floor. As you head toward her, your eyes spy a few candles and a matchbook sitting unused on top of a shelf just by the staircase.

Isaac Goldstein

Your legs feel more wobbly than a sailor fresh off the ship and this time you’re pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with booze. Stumbling across the dimly lit room, you fall heavily against the window sill and peer outside into the gaping darkness, trying to see what the woman had seen. Never one to miss detail, your sharp eyes pick out the outline of your car – the dilapidated hunk of junk. It sits there in silence with doors wide open as if to welcome you back into its cold arms again yet without a spark within its metal exterior.

Jac Nguyen

The door handle feels cold but it gives to your touch.

2nd Floor – Stair Hall

Maria, Amisha, and Michael

Taking neither light nor weapon, you ascend the staircase into the hollow darkness above. The noise reverberates twice as loudly, probably because the only sound you can really hear is your own breathing and that of your companions.

With no light, the upstairs looks very dark, only dimly outlined from where you stand at the edge of the stairs. You can barely see five feet in front of you....but you can swear you heard a noise somewhere in the darkness.