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Leon S. Kennedy ([personal profile] governmentninja) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-10-02 03:22 pm

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.))
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Standard disclaimer: Zetta is a legitimate serious character, I swear

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2010-10-02 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The Overlord had converted his plaza into something of a fortress. The openings to surrounding streets had been sealed off with massive piles of debris and random crap Zetta had appropriated from who-knows-where. Oddly, the fort seemed to have no gate. Atop the ramparts, minions stalked about the walkways, weapons at the ready. And in the midst of them the book yelled out imprecations at the City at large.

"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.

[identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
A green bloodhound was picking his way through the city sniffing carefully seeking out anyone in need of his assistance.

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?

[personal profile] not_the_philistine 2010-10-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Little more than an hour to go before he turns to stone again, and Goliath is still waiting for Rhiow atop the Vatican, keeping an eye out for infected to immobilize. To that end, the steel bar in his hands isn't a weapon.

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

[personal profile] chosenfamily 2010-10-02 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There were definite disadvantages to being stuck in the brig without an omnicomm. For one, Sam had no idea what was going on. Or why Dean was currently missing, though he figured GLaDoS had something to do with THAT.

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.

[identity profile] psi-flames.livejournal.com 2010-10-03 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Jono had ended up in the City again just before it was shut down. He hadn't noticed that the City has been closed off, though, since the City was large and he wasn't feeling the need to slow down.

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.

[identity profile] rollwthechanges.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Not far from the center of the City was a small scrapyard, seemingly abandoned aside from the massive piles of garbage that had been stacked around the entrance. Clumps of metal, mechanical scraps and other assorted bits of refuse stuck up in what was an attempt to be foreboding. Visible behind the waist-high makeshift fence was a small figure, patrolling back and forth with a pencil for his weapon.

There was a crayon-drawn sign on the fence.

KNOCK ON THE FENCE FOR HELP!

[identity profile] godbydefinition.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The beginnings of rage that had been bubbling up inside of Ba'al were quickly becoming much more than that. He wasn't even entirely sure why he was actually so angry, but he suspected it had to do with being inflicted with this pathetic sickness. To be brought down to the level of these other creatures. To be unable to heal himself of this illness...

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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[personal profile] curiousredsoul 2010-10-04 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Light twisted atop one of the buildings nearby, giving the slightest impression of a blur that moved from rooftop to rooftop before becoming almost invisible as it stilled. The dragon who hid within and controlled the shroud observing the streets and the skies of the city in which she had found herself contained within.

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.

[identity profile] dis-courageous.livejournal.com 2010-10-05 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Komali knew what Captain Kennedy looked like, honestly he did, but in his virus-maddened haze, he only know one thing: the difference between cold architecture and warm flesh.

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!