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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[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"I certainly hope so. Thank you," Stephen said. "You're much preferable company to that literary blowhard."

By that, of course, he could only mean the Overlord.

"Nobody's been by to bother you, I take it? I mean, I could probably help defend this place if I had to." After all, he still had his goggles and the Superstring Sword. He could handle himself in a fight.

[rollwthechanges.livejournal.com]

[NOBODY HAS NOTICED US] he scribbled, pausing for a moment to think before writing more. [WE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD PLACE FOR OTHERS TO HIDE OUT TOO.]

Of course, none of the others had noticed the hideout yet, either...

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"That might not necessarily be a bad thing," Stephen mused. "After all, I get the impression that quite a few of the folks left down here are infected. Why I'm not, I have no clue."

He doesn't really believe in luck, after all.

[rollwthechanges.livejournal.com]

[WE ARE JUST LUCKY THAT WAY, WE GUESS]

The Prince had a seat and rested his chin in his hands, grateful for the company himself. The scrapyard was normally pretty quiet, and though the Prince appreciated his secluded little house, away from the hustle and bustle (and the feet), it was nice to have someone over. Even if they were holding out against a deadly rage virus.

He looked thoughtful, then wrote something on his pad of paper. [SO TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF. WE HAVE LOTS OF TIME AFTER ALL]

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

Stephen thought about the Prince's question for a few moments.

"Well, I'm from one of the Earths, as you've probably surmised," he said. "I'm a Scientist--I've studied chemistry, physics, and robotics and have a doctorate in all of them. I've been called a genius." He's really trying hard not to pat himself too hard on the back at the moment.

"Oh," he said. "My name is Stephen Valkonan." He realized he'd forgotten that part, up until now.

[rollwthechanges.livejournal.com]

The Prince listened curiously to Stephen's summary of himself, nodding his head and turning the page in his notepad once he was done.

[WE ARE PLEASED TO MEET YOU MISTER VALKONAN. WE ARE THE PRINCE OF ALL COSMOS, BUT YOU CAN CALL US PRINCE FOR SHORT.]

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"You can call me Stephen, Prince. It's a pleasure to meet you." He wanted to mention the love he and his best friend had had for the games involving the Prince and his family--but now really wasn't the time or the place, he realized.

Maybe later.

"So do you have any ideas as to how we might be able to get out here? Or were you planning on making this more than a 'last stand' for yourself?" Stephen asked. Part of it was out of curiosity, but really, he didn't want to stay in the City for longer than he had to.