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xavier_institute_logs2015-08-27 08:57 pm
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A Sinister Legacy—[Part 5] Take Notes
WHO: The sick and the recovery team
WHAT: Research theft and retrieval of the ill
WHERE: Sinister’s old mansion, outskirts of London
WHEN: Late afternoon
WARNING(S): Violence and sickness
The estate was built away from the city proper and not quite on the river, but a bit back from the water, discretely screened by well-tended trees and away from the prying eyes of tourists. The canal that led to it was maintained enough to look picturesque, but not entirely functional; it’s barely wide enough for the boat to fit—one way only—and shallow enough that the bottom occasionally scraped up alarmingly against the boat’s hull.
Some stubborn bursts of the propeller got them through, though the way back out might be more challenging.
Behind a bend they found one of the service tunnels, disused for some time but at least not collapsed. Once it was used for coal and other cargo delivered by water—including the kind that came in living mutant varieties. Nowadays it was kept securely chained and padlocked to keep out tourists and teenagers.
A snikt put an end to that.
The trip through the tunnel was uneventful, short, but dark; it was flashlights only here, all the way up the stairs that led to the mansion’s interior, the door to which Logan also handily opened. The mansion itself had…seen better days. Much better days. It’s terribly dusty, with a large amount of furniture removed and covers thrown over the rest, blank spaces on the walls where paintings were removed for storage elsewhere, along with a number of books. Some remained, as covered in dust as the rest of the furnishings.
Logan pulled off the sheet covering one of the remaining couches, sending a small cloud of dust into the air. He swatted at it with the same irritation as a man chasing away a swarm of flies, which at least made Kurt laugh. His condition had worsened significantly after the escape, and he was grateful for the chance to sit again.
It was Logan who spoke.
"Find the lab or find a place to rest; we don’t have time for sightseeing."
((OOC: The mod account will comment every so often if important details are discovered; otherwise feel free to assume the layout of the mansion on your own.))
WHAT: Research theft and retrieval of the ill
WHERE: Sinister’s old mansion, outskirts of London
WHEN: Late afternoon
WARNING(S): Violence and sickness
The estate was built away from the city proper and not quite on the river, but a bit back from the water, discretely screened by well-tended trees and away from the prying eyes of tourists. The canal that led to it was maintained enough to look picturesque, but not entirely functional; it’s barely wide enough for the boat to fit—one way only—and shallow enough that the bottom occasionally scraped up alarmingly against the boat’s hull.
Some stubborn bursts of the propeller got them through, though the way back out might be more challenging.
Behind a bend they found one of the service tunnels, disused for some time but at least not collapsed. Once it was used for coal and other cargo delivered by water—including the kind that came in living mutant varieties. Nowadays it was kept securely chained and padlocked to keep out tourists and teenagers.
A snikt put an end to that.
The trip through the tunnel was uneventful, short, but dark; it was flashlights only here, all the way up the stairs that led to the mansion’s interior, the door to which Logan also handily opened. The mansion itself had…seen better days. Much better days. It’s terribly dusty, with a large amount of furniture removed and covers thrown over the rest, blank spaces on the walls where paintings were removed for storage elsewhere, along with a number of books. Some remained, as covered in dust as the rest of the furnishings.
Logan pulled off the sheet covering one of the remaining couches, sending a small cloud of dust into the air. He swatted at it with the same irritation as a man chasing away a swarm of flies, which at least made Kurt laugh. His condition had worsened significantly after the escape, and he was grateful for the chance to sit again.
It was Logan who spoke.
"Find the lab or find a place to rest; we don’t have time for sightseeing."
((OOC: The mod account will comment every so often if important details are discovered; otherwise feel free to assume the layout of the mansion on your own.))
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He vaguely recognized them from the school, never hung out with them do to keeping to mostly keeping to the other Gene Nation members. But he knew these morons weren't in the infirmary with him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
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"Wow. That's gonna take some gettin used to."
Her head suddenly shot back when she looked into the blood crimson eyes of the tall blond before her.
"I know ya! Yer Zancrow from Grimorie heart! Kim Possible an Ron had to put out ten fires because of ya!"
Joss was told to try to talk down opponents first, but seeing Zancrow made her forget all about that. She put her finger on the holster of her grappling lasso about to yank it out and aim it like a gun.
(ooc note: Rinka and Shulk allowed to stop Joss from being rash even if they have to grab her.)
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"I'm part of the school now..." he trailed off, summoning his black flames as the little brat looked like she wanted to fight. "If you're here to send us back to quarantine you can fuck off."
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"We're not here to fight," she said, keeping her tone even. "We just want to help."
And take them back to the school, but first things first. This confrontation needed to be defused. So the moment she saw the black flames appear around Zancrow's hands, she made sure herself and Joss were still intangible. She kept a hand on Shulk's arm, so as long as he stayed in contact with her, he would be intangible as well.
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"Whada y'all lookin fer anyways? Whatever it is, us new arrivals could probably look fer it better. We ain't sick after all."
Joss opened her hand, and her flying robot reached into a compartment in its self and handed her a pair of googles. She slapped them on and hit a switch. In an instant she could see the heat signatures.
Zancrow's black flames appeared like such bright light that she had to squint a little to take it.
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"Please, just talk to us. We don't want a fight. If anyone here gets hurt, we're all hurt for it."
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Greg followed the sound of his band mate's voice and he rapped, LOUDLY, on the window nearest it's source, from the outside. If it was above ground level, he was hovering.
"Hey, man, you going to let me in or leave me hanging?"
He had no clue anyone else was with Zancrow at the moment, as the shutters were closed up tight.
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"It's a fucking party in here!"
He turned his attention back the teachers. "You aren't sending us back. The cure is here. Somewhere"
That's what he was told. He was amongst the least sick, just starting to show symptoms on the boat ride here. But he sucked at finding things, so he was left on guard duty.
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From what he knew of Zancrow so far, calming him down probably needed to be priority one.
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She ran up to him and tired to wrap her arms around his affectionately, going so far as to jump on the window cill.
Taking in Gregory's warm fire she turned to everyone else.
"Have y'all met Mr. Deegan? He's the brightest fella I ever met! Even if he's gotta fiery personality." Joss waved a hand over him as though she were presenting his fiery form.
(ooc note: Someone might have to leave this thread. It could be Joss if one of her teammates ordered it.)
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"Fuck this sappy shit. I'm fucking out." And he began to walk to the door.
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"Are we gonna leave Zancrow to Gregory and pursue somebody else or...?"
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She surveyed the room again, noting the closed and barricaded doors and the tracks on the dusty floor.
"Looks like they mostly came and went from those doors. And this time, Joss, no breaking position. This is a mission, not a party."
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"...I think we should continue ahead for the moment. And stick together."
sorry for the late response. Real life got hectic.
As she followed she adjusted her goggles for different wave lengths in the infered/radio wave spectrum, as she moved, hopping to pick something up.
i think the log is mostly done for at this point anyway