The More things Change [Open-ish, Pre-podpop]

[governmentninja]

Leon was, somehow, 900 kajillion light-years away from everything and everyone he ever knew. But what was he doing right now?

Walking through a ruined city that was crawling with raging infected in an attempt to locate and rescue any survivors. Again. Not that this work wasn't his stock and trade, but one would think that fate would have something else in store for him. But what is, is. At least he wasn't completely on his own, this time, having gathered a small group to go in and help.

With the virus having leaked out here initially, there was no telling where the hot zone was, so as a precaution, he (and anyone else who went) was wearing a modified combat-ready environment-suit. It was fairly light weight, but had some added padding in addition to body armor, and had ts own re-breather to supply air. In addition, he had a few weapons with him, as well as several clips of 'specialty' ammo, since he really had to be ready for anyone to be infected.

He moved through cautiously, looking for anyone who needed help.

((OOC: Open thread for anyone, infected or not, stuck in the city, and for anyone helping with the evac. Interacting with Leon isn't required, and you guys can free thread amongst yourselves if you want.))

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[on_errantry]

It was lucky - more than lucky - that Rhiow kept her personal shield loaded at the back of her mind. One quick word - mental, not verbal - and it sprang to life around her. The fire licked harmlessly at its edges, surrounding her in a cocoon of flame until it died away.

"Charming," Rhiow said, pretending like all her fur wasn't standing on end. "Perhaps I should get you to contagion where the nice medical staff can sedate you until you drool."

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath pulls an iron bar off a fence nearby and begins bending it into shape to bind Zuko's legs - the prince has started kicking.

"The sooner, the better," he says, flipping the prince over and pinning him while he binds his feet. Zuko exhales again, but with his face pressed into the ground, the fire only has one direction to go, and that isn't at Goliath or Rhiow. "I have nothing to stop him from doing that, and I will turn to stone soon."

It's night in the city, but the false sun is very close to rising.

[on_errantry]

"And I can't keep him from doing that if we want him alive," Rhiow said. She put her head down next to Zuko's ear and said - quietly, in case Goliath objected to threatening one's prisoners - "You're not really endearing yourself to me, so I don't have very much incentive for you to stay alive."

She didn't know if it would penetrate, but she flicked her tail, another circle materializing around them. "I'll have to go with him, but you shouldn't - I don't know if the virus effects your species, but I know it doesn't effect mine. I'll come back and get you in a second."

She glanced down at the spell, watching Zuko's name slot itself in. It was vague - tons of placeholders - and she didn't like that.

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath steps back from the struggling prince, who is shouting things now about being one. His words are so garbled by fire, rage, and the road in his face that they're barely intelligible. Not that he's really saying anything Rhiow or Goliath need to hear.

"If it does, it has very little time to manifest."

He turns, looking back to the Vatican. "If I'm not here when you return, look to the rooftops. If there is a statue in my likeness, assume it is me."

He'll thank her for her help later. Right now they're in a hurry.

[on_errantry]

Rhiow spoke the spell rapidly - not so rapidly that she would stumble over the words, but rapidly enough that Zuko likely wouldn't get another chance to breathe fire on her. The two of them disappeared with a whump.

Seconds after dropping Zuko off in containment, there was another bang and Rhiow re-appeared, yet another spell circle beginning to materialize around her. This would be the last one for a while - she was panting a bit with exertion. "Ready to go? I have it set for observation."

[not_the_philistine]

"Yes."

And just in time. Goliath was continuing to feel lightheaded - probably not the effects of the oxygen depletion. Sleep will cure him . . . probably.

"Perhaps you should make it Contagion," he says, reconsidering. He doesn't want anyone hurt because he put too much faith in his natural ability to heal.

[on_errantry]

Rhiow would have made a face at him if she hadn't already been taking a breath to speak. "Sorry, coordinates are already set," she said - she didn't believe for a moment he was actually sick. If he was, he would have tried to throw her into a wall by now.

So she flew through the words of the spell before he had time to change his mind - or worse, start to change his mind and step out of the circle.

She neared the end of the spell and braced herself for the drain on her already-taxed resources before it took with a quiet whump.

Of course, they would appear with a bang.