"Whoa -" Alver staggered backwards a little. He hadn't expected to bump into something - which squeaked, and Alver's gaze focused down on the object like a hawk spying a rabbit, moving a few steps back so that he could see it better or in case it, y'know, exploded or something. Considering that he was inside a crazy death facility, Alver felt that it was pretty reasonable to expect it to explode.

It was a cardboard box. A cardboard box which, as Alver stared at it like he wasn't sure whether to kick it to the stratosphere or just put up a shield and hope for the best, opened to reveal a raccoon with a scarf that covered its lower jaw. Somehow, it looked sheepish, which was weird. Because it was a raccoon. Raccoons weren't suppose to look sheepish.

Alver stared, a mixture of emotions that ranged from am I dreaming to is this a joke to should I run or should I stay crossed his face before finally settling on you have got to be kidding me, what the hell. The Raccoon looked up at him and gave a wave with her claws, somehow giving off an even more sheepish air. Alver stared some more.

Seriously, how was he suppose to react to a humanoid raccoon sneaking up on him in a cardboard box? Who even snuck up on people in cardboard boxes instead of hiding in the shadows or, well, Alver didn't even know anymore. The hell?

Then he noticed the S-shaped eyes that meant that it was possessed by GNS-088 and nearly kicked it across the room with a shield-covered leg before realising that hey, GNS-088 had helped them, maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to punt one of her possessed subjects across the room before hearing what it had to say. Just as quickly as his leg had left the ground, it stilled, and Alver scowled angrily at the rodent as he straightened his knee out of its bent leg kicking pose it had taken.

"Ah, sorry," he said, temporarily embarrassed. He placed the leg back on the ground. "Forgot that you had helped us." Then he caught himself and his eyes narrowed, embarrassment lost in the face of anger - lots of it. "Oi, what're you doing sneaking up on people?" He asked, crossing his arms surlily, ready to put up a shield in case of an attack. He didn't think that he needed to do so since she seemed to need them for something, but who knew? Alver certainly didn't. "How long have you been spying on us? Bloody Lady over there didn't set you up to scare me or anything, right?" he asked, looking suspiciously at the Bloody Lady's direction. He didn't think that GNS-088 and Bloody Lady had worked together, but it was possible! Alright, maybe not, but it never hurt to be sure.

Skitters holds up a clawed finger telling Alver to hold on for a minute, then fumbles with the device around their neck, it crackled a bit as the speaker comes to life. "Testing, 1, 2, oh! There it goes..." A voice emitted from the device, it was the voice of Bas'met herself, and clearly this was some form of two-way radio. This didn't stop Skitters from pantomiming ever word, though. "First off, I have so many sets of eyes so... so I've been watching you and many others." She says this casually, but Skitters exaggerates every motion cartoonishly. "Secondly, what? No. Skitters is just a scatterbrain who acts on her own at times... a lot of the time." Skitters folds her arms at the scatterbrain comment and grunts.

"Thirdly, I know we've had poor first impressions but we aren't entirely different, and to something you said earlier... I've only ever killed once." She says, Skitters pointing to herself to leave no ambiguity on the victim. "And I do feel pain, as well as everything else to a degree... and... with every body I reanimate I get a taste of their final living moments, so... yeah."

"Well. what was I suppose to think?" Alver shot back, folding his arms. He remembered to keep his voice down - no way did he want the sound to echo and alert them to the guards. "You reanimate people. I saw you reanimating people, and do you know what the other subjects say about yo- wait." He wrinkled his nose, baffled. "Only one? But - what about the blood and gore and all those dead animated bodies -" Realisation hit, and Alver eye's widened. "Oh." he said, voice small, suddenly unable to look at the raccoon.

Those had been dreams. Dreams which he'd mixed up for reality, agh he was such an idiot. Flushing red with embarrassment, Alver forced himself to look at the raccoon - Skitters. "I-" he paused, then forced out the words like expelling too-hot liquid from his mouth, grimacing and shuffling his feet silently against the floor, the gesture making him look very fifteen year old. "I'msorry."

Alright, time to change the subject before anything else happened. "Lets just start over then, its not like we've met each other before till now." He offered hurriedly, scratching his head. Well, Alver hadn't met her. She'd sounded like she'd been spying on everyone long before the escape happened. That'd explain how the she'd found them so easily. A bit of sympathy (not much, but enough to be understanding) resounded in his voice as he said, "Didn't know about the reliving their deaths thing though, that sucks."

At least his power didn't involve feeling pain, just a sort of mental pressure. Well, it did kind of physically hurt when Alver used it too much though, in the form of nosebleeds and headaches.

"Well then." He looked at Skitters curiously, almost apologetically. "Didn't know you weren't possessed by her. That's pretty cool," he said, then got down to business. "But do you know the way out of here? I don't think we'd like to be stuck in this pit for too long," he said, glancing at Kajimera.

Kaij wasn't just taken back when Alver spotted her in the dim light. She was beside herself with the annoyance she felt towards the twerp. Her eyes narrow. If she was still too slow to remain out of his sight how was she going to fair against the more highly trained guards? It didn't help that the clothes she decided to wear weren't tailored to handle the particular events that ended up occurring today. However she wasn't about to strip down to her skivvies just to change that. That doesn't mean that there is nothing that she can do to improve her chances.

A grunt, or grunting drew her attention away from being tempted to backhand Alver again. Despite being partially (fully) responsible for his anger towards her. She squints at the raccoon-like creature who made rather poor attempts to remain quiet. It and Alver already appeared to be quite the pair by the way they began interacting with each other. "Helvete." She mumbled to herself. There was already one noisy, clumsy olf, did there need to be two? It wasn't until Alver pointed out that this thing had helped them out before that she took notice of its eyes. The same type of pupil formation. Another influenced being. And the voice that crackled from the speaker from around its neck. With the two distracted, she remained focused more on what was around them. Listening to their conversation was important. Although there was something even more pertinent in her mind.

"För långsam." She whispered in a strained voice. Her toes twitch and splay; gripping at the ground. The pressure within her legs increased like pins and needles. Kaij looked back up and away from herself with a disgusted look on her face. They were wasting too much time with their little conversation, and at least two out of three of them definitely didn't know their way around in here. This wasn't a good position that they were in. Alver seems to be so quick to trust as well. Then her eyes met with Alver's glance. "We're wasting time."

The moment Alver looks away from her again he feels a strong hand grasp at the collar of his shirt and his neck. A small gust of air followed by long soft hair brushes against his face. Skitters also finds themselves scruffed and quickly lifted from the ground and pulled forward. The distance between them and the door at the end of the hall rapidly shrinks while light trickles in from around the door frame. With a loud bang the door is kicked open to the new area. Her eyes squint trying to adjust from the poor lighting to the red emergency lights in the hallway but her momentum doesn't stop. "Buckle down. Shields up!" To the left Kaijmera lobs Alver down the corridor after the hard windup. And to the right, her other arm does its best to send the too many limbed garbage diver down the other way to hit any unpleasant guards down the way or simply slide across the floor. No point in asking them to scout ahead for the best route. This will do just fine according to her. So long as any guards they might attract were distracted, Kaij would take care of the rest...

Location  Floor 6

Domingo watched the freed Bart ramble on about nonsensical issues that seem to trouble the former patient.    During his rant Domingo remembered a rumor about a few obedient patients becoming part of the Security staff he must be one of them.  Now that Domingo can see Bart relatively more clearly.  He now recalls see this large security guard from time to time.  Never though he would be station up in the higher floors.  Considering he mentioned possessing an ability to either shoot quill needles laced with some kind of natural tranquilizer, or he just frills up like a big porcupine.  However one thing is for certain, Bart doesn't shut up.  Domingo begins to contemplating if it was a stroke of bad luck to be paired by fate to such a noisy partner.  Regradless Bart maybe that slight edge Domingo needs when facing the situation that is taking place below.

Domingo is standing and waiting with his arms crossed for Bart to finish ranting.  He hopes that his new partners venting his fustrations will clear his mind and help him focus on the task at hand.  Thankfully Bart did manage to wrap his head around the situation, asking about properly arming ourselves.  "You caught  on quick.  Alright we need to go to Armory on the lower floor to get some suitable weapons and ammunition."  Domingo starts to walk towards the stairs, he motions his hand signaling Bart to follow him.  "Hopefully considering the circumstances the gentleman running the gun locker doesn't give us any guff about taking more than is needed.  Do you follow?  Bart."

"Wha-" Alver felt himself being picked up by the scruff of the neck. The boy struggled, but before he could get free the door slammed open with a bang and he squished his eyes shut with a cut-off whimper because owwwww. The lighting was dim, with the only glaring lights being the red exit signs glowing on top of the doors, but after being in pitch darkness it was bright like staring into a stadium. He drew a hand up to shield his eyes, momentarily stunned still.

"Buckle down. Shields up!" Was all Alver heard before the Bloody Lady threw him like a baseball down the corridor.

"Aaaaaahhhh-" Alver yelled in panic and crossed his arms over his head as white surrounded both him and the front of the raccoon as he flew down the corridor like a baseball heading for a homerun. He squinted through his arms and saw two guards gathered together staring at him in astonishment, face turning panicked and hands reaching for their guns as they realised that Alver wasn't going to stop.

Dammit, this is going to hurt. Alver snapped his eyes shut and braced for impact, mentally cursing his thrower. Stupid Bloody Lady!

He slammed into the others like a wrecking ball at full speed, bowling them down to the ground. He himself landed with a grunt, tumbling into a crouch. His shields dissipated to form around his leg as Alver quickly aimed a kick at one of them while he was down, knocking him out before he could do anything like say, reach for his gun to shoot or grab the walkie talkie to call for reinforcements.

Alver didn't want to think what would happen to him if he got attacking guards.

"What the fuck?!" The other guard shot a tranquilizer at him, but it got held in place by a shield of purple as Alver leaped at him, desperately (please please please let this work) swinging his fist into the guards face. The guard moved backwards with a curse and knocked his head against a white barrier that materialised behind his head moments ago, and with a nasty thump he went crosseyed and collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

Heart in his mouth and feeling like he'd just ran a marathon, Alver collapsed to his knees beside the guard, panting for breath. It was more out of shock than any physical weakness, and soon enough he was back on his feet and gingerly checking the unconscious men's pulses, hoping against hope that they weren't dead and cursing the stupid dumb ass Bloody Lady under his breath. Alver really, really didn't want to kill anyone, even if they were the one's keeping him in the facility. There was too much death already, no need to add more to the mix.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt their pulses still beating, soft and steady. The men were just unconscious, not dead. Straightening, Alver dusted his knees off and looked around, finding his side of the area deserted. Thank goodness there weren't any more guards around. Must've been the shutdown.

That wasn't the problem, though. Alver walked angrily over to the lady, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. "You asshole!" he whisper-yelled at her, vibrating with anger and adrenaline so hard that even his hair seemed to be standing on end. "What the hell were you thinking, are you insane?! I'm not a ball, for crud's sake! And there were guards out here, what if they caught us before we caught them?! ever thought about that?!"

Floor 10

The raccoon did not exactly desire to become a hairy bowling ball, but Kaijmera didn't leave her many options. Flying through the air and protected from injury only by Alver's shields she instead hit the ground with a roll until she comes into impact with a wall. She then lays on her back with her feet up in the air, her tail flopped down over her face. The hallway was spinning before her, and by extension, Bas'met's vision through her eyes.

The voice of Bas'met casually pops through the collar communicator. "Well that was... unexpected." Skitters twitches trying to regain equilibrium. She eventually rolls back to her feet and regains some balance. She watches as Alver checks the pulses of the guards he had flung into. She tilts her head and follows shortly after as he goes towards Kaijmera and begins to scold her for tossing him. She lowers her head and reaches out tugging at Alver's leg.

"Do you plan to treat all obstacles in life so tenderheartedly?" Bas'met asks Alver, a legitimately curious tone to her voice. Skitters looks up with fully dilated eyes, the 8 shaped pupils, a deep black abyss can be seen in it. "Just, what does it mean to you to have power?"

Floor 6

A black claw covered in sickly red glowing markings emerges from the broken elevator. From it flows what appears to be a hazey mist, like it were a creature of the shadows itself. A pair of orange glowing eyes stares out at Bart and Domingo, a blank expression in them. It grips the side of the elevator door and pushes it open, the metal being etched away by whatever this thing is made of.

"L..ght..? W..r..?" It cracks in an ethereal voice. It continues to advance towards them. "Wh.r..?!" Its voice escalating into desperation.