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

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac watches the group of three disappear into the gloom residing at the top of the stairs.

I better go out to the car, looks like the old thing has been looted of anything of any value. Anything of value... well that'd include... umm... the car stereo?... wait, I took that and sold it... that doesn't really leave anything to steal... dammit, I need a new car.

"Hey Miss Amelia, I'm goin out to the car in a minute, I mighta left my stuff in there," he says and scratches his head.

He wanders around the room in a search, inspecting things while waiting for a reply from the CO.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Whoa, it's dark up here, darker than I'd imagined. Maybe it wasn't such a good plan to come up here, without light and al-- wait a sec--

Michael adresses the Corporal in a hurried tone, trying to get his point across without taking too much of her concentration away from what lies before them. He keeps his voice low, not wishing to startle her.
"Corp'ral ma'am, isn't it possible that there is a flashlight in the car you saw outside, or some spare lightbulbs and batteries? I think I could fix something, if I had some parts. Might beat going up here in the dark, not seeing where we're going and what we might stumble into..."

Only while he's talking, does he think about how this might come across to the two women in front of him.

I don't want to appear nervous, just trying to think along and get us some basic equipment. Should've thought of this sooner, though. Maybe there's even a weapon in the car, or a first-aid kit, a cellphone, or -- The thing could be a goldmine. Ah, stupid headache! ...should've thought of this sooner.

"...and there might also be some other equipment that we could use, Ma'am. A weapon maybe, or cell phone, or ..."

Damn, doing it again. Shut up already, you've made you point.

The young Private holds his mouth in mid-sentence, standing silent and awaiting for the Corporal to shoot down his plan, telling him to 'can it'...

 

[The Forsaken One]

"Hey Miss Amelia, I'm goin out to the car in a minute, I mighta left my stuff in there." Reaches Amelia's ears and it doesn't improve her headache. She keeps her eyes shut for another moment or two as she enjoys the silence and the coolness that seeps into her skull, soothing her headache.

Sigh, the copper is still around as well, from all things I could miss he's still here... Ah well... he serves his purpose, I guess... Now let's hope he does it without annoying me to much.

Her eyes flash open again as she stays on the ground for a moment. Then she puts her hands on the cold marble floor beneath her and slowly pushes herself off the floor. While sitting she looks around but sees there are only a few people in the room. People she doesn't know.

Ah well...

Then she gets up from her butt and onto her feet. Quickly her sight turns black and her head feels light as she wobbles on her feet. Stumbling towards a wall she slams her palms against it and puts her head against the wall. It feels cold as well but its nice for the staking pain in her head. After a few second she squeezes her eyes tightly shut and tries to open them again... slowly. She sees the same room but with several people looking at her as she slowly regains her footing and steps away from the wall.

Got up to fast... hate when that happens. Ugh, my head. What the hell happened to get me to feel this sick and it feels like I've got my heart in my head.

Suddenly it sinks into her what she set out to do and what she is here for. Fear grips her body for a moment as ideas suddenly race through her mind about the rumors about the corp. and how her head feels after what happened. Her eyes wide and with increased pulse she gets a grip of herself and calms down.

This isn't doing her headache any good.

She turns towards Isaac and replays what he just said in her mind. A quick glance out of the window and the memmory of the sun of her skin and the wind playing with her hair force a smile upon her face. Looking at Isaac again she takes a few steps in the direction of the door.

"I'll accompagny you outside. It seems I could use some fresh air and some warm sunlight wouldn't hurt me either."

Then she walks towards the door leading outside and turns the knob.

 

[Gurdjieff]

2nd Floor – Stair Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Getting scared Smith?" Maria asks with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. "Get used to it. Won't be your first time.'

She then sighs, and tries to make out anything in the dense darkness. I can see a thing up here, and it's not smart to take any risks with the two privates following me.

"Smith, Patel, move back. Nothing to see, literally. Let's try to get some lights up here."

Maria moves back down, making sure the noise she heard up there isn't getting closer to them.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Anders moved over to the shelves by the stairs, eyes alert and searching, nothing in his expression or posture betraying the thudding in his head and his internal struggles. Spying the candles and matches, he looks at the amount of dust on the candles and matches compared to the area on the shelf to determine if they were recently placed here or not.

As Anders took the candles and matches, he noticed the blond woman stirring. Anders, concern in his voice, said, "Ma'am, I'm Sergeant Anders Carlson, U.S. Marines. I, and most of my squad, all woke up in what appears to be the same condition you're waking up to right now. Do you have any idea what's going on here? If you need a few moments to gather yourself, I understand."

Anders will look more closely at the shelves and area by the stairs, searching for anything unusual or secret. Anders thought as he searched, Old place such as this probably has a lot of nooks and crannies. The layout doesn't seem to match what I remember of our map, however - assuming this is even the same mansion. And where the heck is the rest of my team??

As Amelia and Issac look to go outside, Anders will offer, "It might be a good idea to wait a moment and have everyone go outside together. We don't seem to have any equipment, so the only resource we seem to have is each other. Extra eyes and hears would likely be helpful and more secure."

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac nods, noting the calm disposition of Carlson.

He'd know what he's doing, got that whole respectable aura about him as well.

"It's my car, there might be some stuff of use in it, but I can't remember anything for s right now," he says matter-of-factly while continuing his search.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Her hand slowly clasps the cold doorknob and so she remains still for a moment or two. Then her hand slowly slides of the cold metal and her knees bend for a mere moment and she appears to be collapsing. She struggles to keep on her feet and as she leans back to the door she looks up at Anders and swipes a few strokes of hair from her face.

"I'm really not feeling well at all. Some fresh air would really do me a world of good. I think I'm gonna faint."

She looks down at the marble floor again but looks up after a second or two and smiles faintly at Anders.

"You look like a strong man and a marine as well. I'm sure you could protect me from anything that could possibly live around a mansion such as this."

She turns her head a slight bit and attempts to smile warmly but doesn't appear to be succeeding.

 

[Fanog]

2nd Floor – Stair Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael starts to open his mouth to make a retort against the Corporal's accusation of him being scared, but decides against it.

"No ma'am, not afraid. Just not really comfortable without gear."

The Corporal's assessment that more light is indeed needed and her decision to head back down, is a bit of an encouragement to him. Slightly more confident than before, he nods to Moreno and follows her down, to the rest of the group.

 

[Velenne]

2nd Floor – Stair Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Patel remembers the candles in the corners of the entry hall. She'll decend the staircase quickly and go immidiately toward the closest corner to look for a way to transport the tiny flame. Better yet - there may be a way to light some scrap of wood into a torch.

Amisha scans her thoughts back to Survival training. Cloth in the tapestries, maybe a leg of the bannister. Flashlights in the car, Smith had said. Hell, the techie could probably rig something up with the battery and headlights if given long enough. Barring that, a torch might still come in handy.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"You look like a strong man and a marine as well. I'm sure you could protect me from anything that could possibly live around a mansion such as this."

“I appreciate the compliment ma’am, but I’m going to need some answers if I’m to help anyone. Let’s start off with something simple . . . like your name, and work up to the tough stuff,” Anders said with a small smile to the blond woman.

Turning to the gentleman, Anders said as an introduction, “Sergeant Carlson, sir. You would be . . . ?” He asked as he saw the rest of his team that he was aware of descend the stairs.

He smiled, slightly reassured, both because he saw his team and he didn’t have to confront the woman haunting his dreams. He had pointedly ignored her first comments as she awoke. He needed to establish order and figure out what happened before talking to her.