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The More things Change [Open-ish, Pre-podpop]
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.))
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.))
Standard disclaimer: Zetta is a legitimate serious character, I swear
"The fortress of the Overlord can't be overrun! Try it if you dare! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!"
Leon, no one would really blame you if you chalked this up to "acceptable loss" and moved on.
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This probably would be a great excuse to rally the Outsiders. Beastboy mused as an after thought rounding a corner, Do I just call them I wonder? Would they come? I mean it's not like we have to do much. Find the sick people get them to the med bay right?
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No octopus icon :(
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It wasn't practical to ask Stacy for a wind to glide on when there was a virus to be contained, so, limited to running and climbing, he is facing the challenge of how to approach the human down below - the scarred prince who has retained in his rage the ability to produce fire, but not to control it.
If he is burned, sleep will cure him - but if a fire starts in the city, they may not have to worry about the virus anymore, but they might have to mourn the infected their lives.
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The Brig
That there was something going on, though, he couldn't exactly miss. And that put both him and Schmuz on edge. Which made him up and pacing.
At least the brig was well-built. Sam, Schmuz, Bobby and anybody else that was in there were quite safe.
Re: The Brig
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The illness had zapped his coordination, though, and Jono was gangly to begin with. Arms and feet didn't go the directions he thought they should and it was getting frustrating as Hell, especially when he tripped over another bit of rubble from an old building that hadn't been repaired yet. Bloody buggerin' shite, he shouted, pushing himself back up and glaring at the bit of offending stone. Wot the 'ell's wrong with this place? All fallin' t' pieces. Jus' like the rest of the bloody ship.
He tugged at the plantsuit, which had been losing bits and pieces since he'd come to the City, fever making him run even hotter than usual. Now the entire top was gone, exposing his ruined chest and the inferno within. The flames churned, flaring as his emotions ran out of control.
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There was a crayon-drawn sign on the fence.
KNOCK ON THE FENCE FOR HELP!
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He paced through the city, going nowhere in particular, eyes narrowed, and all but growling. He would have none of this.
((ooc: He's about ready to pick a fight here.))
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She had heard word of the pathogen that was the reason the City was contained, and indeed she had observed some others and slipped by them and their acts of violence and anger as she skulked the rooftops, away from the reach of most who bore the infection. Thus it was that she followed something that moved through the streets below, something of interest, was it the Captain searching for others or something else, one of the infected? After all much caught her interest.
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And you, Leon, are looking mighty vulnerable, from this point of view.
Komali folded his wings and dropped like a stone, feet outstretched and mouth open in a snarl. Get out! My territory! MY CITY!