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

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac frowns upon finding the half empty clip, his thoughts ticking away at the even layer of dust. He puts these thoughts aside for a moment though when Amelia speaks.

"Wasn't there another girl here a few moments ago?"

"Yes there was Miss Amelia," he says, finding it hard to not reply to the helpless young thing, "But if she wants to run off on her own thats her choice, the place is pretty dark outside of this room."

He smiles reassuringly to her and goes over to inspect a panel above the fireplace.

"How 'bout you, er...sir. I should take a look at you too."

Isaac waves away the suggestion.

"It can wait, there's things that need a thorough looking to here," he says, "Everything seems wrong, the dust seems almost artificial. There's an even layer of it everywhere. On top of that there's this half spent Beretta clip and a secret panel... here."

He taps the secret panel.

"No idea how to open it," he says, his voice taking on a tone of apathy to their overall situation.

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Oddly, Patel seems to tenderly remove the vase from its place on the end table and set it ever-so-delicately on the floor a few feet away. She then bends forward at the waist until her nose is on her knees -perhaps limbering up for something.

The quiet soldier assumes a fighting stance, inhales deeply, and flies into motion. Her rear leg ascends swiftly in front of her until it's perpedicular to the floor, then swoops down in a powerful arc into the exact center of the end table's top. Her breath hisses through her teeth all the way down, fast throughout the motion, then slowly as she surveys her handiwork.

"You wanted torches?"

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"It can wait, there's things that need a thorough looking to here," he says, "Everything seems wrong, the dust seems almost artificial. There's an even layer of it everywhere. On top of that there's this half spent Beretta clip and a secret panel... here."

Yuri sighs and shoots the Sargeant a questioning look, while casually as possible, he feels the back of his own neck for any bumps.

"Panel? What panel?" Yuri moves to also examine this so-called panel, but not before shooting the Sargeant a questioning look.

At the sound of the end table crashing apart, Yuri gives a start and spins around, startled, and gapes at Amisha... then smiles.

"God I love that woman! You so crazy, Patel."

 

[KitanaVorr]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Amisha Patel

Thanks to your handiwork, you now have four splintered pieces of mahogany plus one flat marble table top.

Yuri Borzakovsky

You feel something alright as you head over to the civilian man by the fireplace. A bump on your neck exactly like the one on the blonde bombshell.

As for the panel, you can barely even see it until the man points it out to you, but how to get into it eludes you.

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Well seeing as you're here now you might as well take a look," Isaac concedes and finds a seat to sit down on.

"So Sgt. Carlson, what brings your people here?" he asks conversationally.

Hmm, something's been fed right in the skull here. I suspect Amelia's sister to be in a lot of trouble if she expects to find her somewhere here. Military presence... what has her sister gotten herself into? I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, Amelia's sister has a hell of alot of explaining to do.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"It can wait, there's things that need a thorough looking to here," he says, "Everything seems wrong, the dust seems almost artificial. There's an even layer of it everywhere. On top of that there's this half spent Beretta clip and a secret panel... here."
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"That seems to correspond to what I've noticed as well. I found these candles - with no dust on them at all, sitting on the shelve up here along with a matchbook with a stylized 'T' on it." Anders responds.

"So Sgt. Carlson, what brings your people here?" he asks conversationally.

"As to why my team is here, or what's left of them, I'm starting to have my doubts. I don't think we're here for what I was told we were here for. I'm sure that sounds confusing, but I'm still trying to work it out myself." Anders sincerely responds.

"You wanted torches?"

Anders holds up his hand to catch a table leg and said, "Right now, I'd take a club, they can be torches later."

"Smith, see if you can help Borzakovsky and the gentleman over there with that panel."

Not willing to only trust his own gut feelings and potentially hurt his squad, Ander leans in to Maria to quietly ask, "You think its worth chasing after the spy?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"As to why my team is here, or what's left of them, I'm starting to have my doubts. I don't think we're here for what I was told we were here for. I'm sure that sounds confusing, but I'm still trying to work it out myself." Anders sincerely responds.

"Mmm, I see, well I came here simply for a missing persons investigation. Kinda makes me wonder what the missing person was getting into," he says.

Well, all of us are in a spot of trouble it seems. It'd be best to send Amelia back in the car, escorted by a soldier as well, gotta take care of the poor girl. The rest of us could investigate the place, I'll have find a phone and call in STARS, they'd do the trick. Heh, wonder what that crazy bunch is doin' now...

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

After seeing some movement from the corner of his eye, Michael quickly spins around to see the Asian woman slipping through the door. He hurries over to the Sergeant, unsure if anyone else noticed.

"Sir, the woman, Sir, she just left through that door. Shouldn't we go after her, she might know something we don't."

"Smith, see if you can help Borzakovsky and the gentleman over there with that panel."

"Yes Sir, I'll get right to it."

The private is about to leave for the fireplace, but seems to think of something else and turns back to the Sergeant. He speak again, the words coming out at an amazing speed, as if his mouth can't really keep up with the constant flow of words that it is being sent.

"Euhm, another things, Sir. This dust and candles have got me thinking - it kind of reminds me of lab conditions, Sir, where an environment is created specifically to test something, to see how a subject responds to certain stimuli - it's often used in psychology and medicine. Sir, it feels a bit like we're, ehm... lab rats, Sir."

Realizing that he might not have really made a point, Michael adds:

"If that's the case, maybe we're being watched as well. Maybe we should watch out for surveillance equipement, microphones or cameras."

Oh, I was supposed to help the Corporal and the other one on the panel. Better get to it.

He turns again, hustling over to the fireplace to check it out, unless the Sergeant stops him to continue the conversation.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri does take the chance to look at the back of the old guy's neck, just to see if he can see a similar bump. But then, he turns his attention to the fireplace and the panel, examining the area closely for a few moments.

Secret passages? This is really too much. I wonder if we should even be fiddling with it? What did Moreno say before? Moving to another room? And what did Smith just say? Always babbling on, that guy. If we are being watched, well... that somehow makes creepy sense...

"Smith, give me a hand here... maybe bring a light over? We'll take a peek at what's behind here... " Maybe answer a few questions while we're at it.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Silently listening to the conversations going on around her she could swear she heard something on the other side of the door... or is it her imagination playing tricks on her... again...

I could have sworn...

Amelia shrugs it off and blames it on the wind or some vermin or something. But before she can worry some more about it some words that reach her air catch her attention and she looks at the doorknob for a moment. Smiling she thinks for a moment what it would mean if the other girl got lost in the "big bad dark house," but she quickly wipes the smeer of her face and turns around. Her hand glides of the warm knob once more and throwing her hair back again she watches the soldiers for a moment and can't help to smile just a bit.

--nds me of lab conditions, Sir, where an environment is created specifically to test something, to see how a subject responds to certain stimuli - it's often used in psychology and medicine. Sir, it feels a bit like we're, ehm... lab rats, Sir.--

Hmmm seems like someone else here caught on quickly as well. Seems like I'm not the only one with a brain around here but...

The smile grows into one big smirk across her face.

He's still a male afterall. Heh. And smart males due come in handy, especially since he's right and seems to be on level concerning his intellect... I might have a few words with him later on... curious to see what he might have to offer me.. euhm I mean us offcourse!

Putting up a sincere face again as she leans back against the door again and searches with her hands behind her back for a way she might possibly lock it. Then she leans casually back and swipes a few strands of hair behind her ear.