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Caustic Blue

Caustic Blue

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INDEFINITELY PAUSED - Deep in an arctic castle, one group of soldiers learns the true meaning of fear. (Horror/Survival)

2,501 readers have visited Caustic Blue since Anno Domini created it.

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Introduction

You awaken in a dark chamber. The taste of copper is on your lips, your body is sore, and you don't remember... anything. Your clothes... camouflage, uniforms, they're a soldier's clothes. The pistol at your hip, the dog-tags around your neck... It's your name. Isn't it? You can't remember as you fumble for your footing but you realize, to your dismay, you're not alone. There are others, caught in this same nightmare, all wondering the same thing: Where are we? But before you can speak, before anyone can, there comes a crackle across your radios. A murmur, mostly static, and then clear as day- “Caustic Blue.” The transmission fades; silence sets in; an air of danger fills the room. Followed by fear.

Welcome to Caustic Blue, a survival horror roleplay inspired by the video game horror genre. The story featured here is an entirely original nightmare exploring the depths of an arctic castle, filled with morbid creatures, puzzles, and a chilling back story that persists until the very end. The roleplay itself is a Gamemaster-driven dungeon crawler, with characters playing out the game like any other and the Gamemaster providing responses regarding setting, combat, and story progression. With features such as “Command Text” and “Movement Designation”, the roleplay is designed to move fluidly as players interact with a preset environment according to the maps they uncover. The goal? To solve the mysteries of just who you all are and discover the truth of the Caustic Blue.

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There's some reading to do over in the OOC. If you're genuinely interested in joining, take a deep breath and go over there to read it. It deals with the major additions to post format and must-do's of this game.


Found Maps
Maps which characters have discovered or obtained.

Castle Main Building 1st Floor
Castle Main Building 2nd Floor


Found Documents
Documents which characters have discovered or obtained.

Document 1 (Censored)


Radio Transmissions

F1 - Carter



Character Skeleton

Name: (First initial, last name. All you know is what you read on a tag.)
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (Physical. No pictures unless drawn yourself specifically for the character- otherwise it limits creativity.)
Apparel: (Clothing)
Equipment: (Required- Cellphone, for relaying documents and maps. Weapon, most likely a small firearm or bludgeoning object. It's smarter to choose a handgun that uses the same ammunition as everyone else. Radio, which will receive transmissions and clues at key locations. Other small tools and items would be handy, but don't start out with an entire arsenal of goodies- you wouldn't be accepted. Feel free to give your character a journal or something to take notes with.)
Fears/Personality: (Be detailed- you don't get a history, so tell as much about the character without looking into the past.)

Toggle Rules

1. If you're not genuinely interested in this roleplay and willing to participate, do not submit a character. The story and game will change around the players who join- I want them to be dedicated.
2. If you're going to stop posting altogether, or have lost interest, please tell me. It's fairly easy to kill a character, but I don't want to do it for nothing.
3. This roleplay is a throwback to paper/pencil games where Gamemaster is word of god. Stick to the format and don't God-Mode; you dictate your character's actions and choices, but I decide on the results. This keeps the story in check and the game fair.
4. Treat others with respect in OOC aspects of the game.
5. Detail is KEY. Be sure to be descriptive and provide a good-sized post every time. Paragraph is a minimum.
6. I took the time to create all of the graphics and maps and documents for this game instead of ripping off something else. Show me the common courtesy and don't try to pass my designs off as your own. Give credit where it is due.
7. ^ - Likewise, don't come here with stolen material. I don't want a bunch of Harry Mason's and Leon Kennedy's. Be original guys.
8. Your characters are free to interact however you dictate, romance is allowed, but cybering? Not cool.
9. Characters may be denied for the slightest detail. Don't be afraid to submit changed versions for reevaluation, but do so before we fill up.
10. It's basic, I know, but grammar is a must. Please invest some in your spelling and sentence structure here. I highly recommend a browser with spell-check.
11. Enjoy the game and have fun. This is just as much a beta as it is the roleplay itself, so there's no telling how it will turn out. Hopefully the first time will be a charm.

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A. Golikova
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F9)


Golikova took a step into the new room immediately, gun drawn and flashlight out, though she soon deemed both unnecessary, for the moment. Assuming Stone would simply follow her inside, the Russian advanced on the telescope. Zis is awfully decrepit, she thought to herself, it has not been used in a vile, perhaps. Actually, most of the machinery in here looked... old. How old, she couldn't say without accurate knowledge of when exactly now was, but perhaps something in here would have information on what this place was.

Obviously, some kind of astronomical work happened in this room, but she could not say what its relative importance was to, say, the botanical research. Though if she considered both the room with the plants she'd been in earlier and the one she'd just come from, plus all the dust in here, the biological component was much more important to someone. Still, this bore looking into. Her first concern was survival, but information could only help them survive at this point.

She bent to look at some of the floppy disks, reading names and dates that by themselves scarcely meant anything to her. Perhaps one of these computers could be plugged in and the files looked over? She picked a couple up off the floor, but her attention was soon caught by the other side of the room. Golikova advanced to the laboratory tables and scanned over the glassware. That was not really the way to take care of a lab, was it? Perhaps someone had left with haste? There was still water in the sink... Someone has been here more recently zan I zought... blue eyes immediately narrowed with suspicion, and she turned slowly, scanning the area more carefully this time.

Hang on... what was that? Something was reflecting the lamplight oddly. Golikova crossed the room and examined the metal prism and the attached wires, not really sure what it might be. "Stone... you should see zis..." It was then that she realized Stone was not present. "Stone?" She tried again, heading back to the door, only to find the young woman on her knees, apparently imploring her deity for assistance. Golikova had no idea if she was religious or not, but the action struck her as completely inappropriate for the situation, and she frowned, as notable a facial expression as she'd bothered with thus far. "Stone." she repeated, tone flat, but definitely audible this time. "Unless you have a very good reason to still be in zis room, I would recommend you do not linger."

What she did not say was that by doing so, she had potentially put them both in danger. Far be it from Golikova to state the obvious. She trusted that her point would make itself, and turned back into the observatory.

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B. Stone
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F12)


Stone regained her composure, and rose to her feet, only to experience a wave of vertigo. She put her left hand on her head and closed her eyes, trying to escape the headache she now possessed. Knees wobbly, she walked into the Observatory. She saw Golikova, and walked up next to her. "I'm...I'm so sorry about that. I...I heard a voice, and it felt like it was inside me. It spoke to me, and my whole body went numb. I couldn't hear or see anything. I could only pray... I'm--I'm just really sorry about that," Stone sputtered out, experiencing her usual word-vomit. She obviously was not very good with words, or explaining herself.

She cleared her throat and wiped the left-over tears from her eyes. She closely examined the room again, taking in all she could. She saw the large telescope again. "I wonder if that still works?" She asked aloud, motioning to the contraption with her aching head. Another thought occurred to Stone. "Golikova... If we get into a situation where we have to fight... I'm not sure that I'll be useful. I haven't had to use my knife yet, and I'm not sure if I'll know how when push comes to shove." Stone looked at the knife on her hip and back to the Russian. "I just want you to know that, if it does come to us having to fight, I'll do my absolute best, but..." Stone trailed off. She looked back to the woman, eyes wide with fear and confusion, hoping that she would understand.

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Castle Main BLDG 2nd Floor (F9) - A. Golikova,

The floppy disks were large, absurdly so by today's standards, and at least 8-inches in length. Their black sheathes were covered with a fine layer of dust and the white labeling stickers had aged to a light yellow color. The names and dates had all been written in fine print and black ink, all miscellaneous: Richard Vicker, Leon Gurevich, Sarah Hoffman, Ivan Inzaghi, etc... The dates were sparse: 7-12-88 was the earliest, the latest was 23-4-05. The technology would have easily been outdated by that time. A single floppy disk stood out of place, free of dust, almost intentional. The print was more of scrawled than written and the name full; it was Golikova's. It was dated 6-4-09.

The metal prism on the desk, upon closer inspection, was hexagonal. It had been divided into three sections and scratched into and inked with letters. The two cables which ran from it were insulated with plastic and stiff. They merged with the desk in finely drilled holes and could feasibly have been hooked to something inside- there wasn't an apparent cabinet below the counter top. The three sections were locked onto a single axis in the center, reminiscent of a combination lock.


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A. Golikova
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F9)


When Golikova came across the floppy disk with her own last name on it, she immediately started searching for any that might belong to one of the others, but all the names and dates were unfamiliar. Still... she took the one with the oldest date, and shoved both it and the one with her name on it into a pocket, just in case perhaps they could find a way to see what was on them later. For now, priority still had to be reaching Taylor and P, but there was a chance they'd come back, or maybe find a working computer elsewhere.

Something struck her about the prism, but she was immediately drawn elsewhere when Stone appeared, rambling about something Golikova wasn't sure she was supposed to understand. A voice inside her head? Was she trying to give off the impression that she was unstable? At this point, though, active suspension of disbelief was still in effect for Golikova, and she decided for now to assume that the incident was both real and unusual for Stone.

Of course, even if this was the case, there was nothing to be done about it now, and so Golikova simply nodded, at least until the other woman got to the part about what would happen in a combat situation. The Russian paused, contemplating doing something she was not usually inclined to do- speaking. White-blond eyebrows drew together, and she closed her eyes, exhaling softly before turning to regard Stone with a heavy stare. Crossing her arms over her chest, Golikova narrowed her eyes at her counterpart, maintaining the silence intentionally for longer than was comfortable.

"Stone," she said, the single word dropping heavily into the silence. It was not the harsh bark of a drill sergeant, but it was just as effective given the situation. "Your uncertainty is a far worse opponant zan anyzing ve have seen zus far. I vill tell you vhat vill happen vhen 'push comes to shove' as you put it: you vill fight, you vill remember your training, and you vill pull your own veight. And you vill vanish zis... hesitation, zis uncertainty. Because if you do not, you vill die. Or I vill die. Vone or ze ozer, perhaps both. I expect no less out of you zan I do out of P or Taylor. In fact, I expect more. Vhy? Because you haff managed to survive zis far. Of all ze people who might be here, ve are. Zat means somezing. Besides..." here Golikova trailed off for a second, realizing that her accent had thickened considerably over the course of her speech, "Ze fact zat you are both female and vearing zat uniform means zat at some point, you had to vork twice as hard as anyvone else for half ze respect, yes?" Golikova relaxed her stance, and for a moment, it almost seemed like she may have possibly told a joke. A dry joke, certainly, but...

More than sick of speaking, she turned on her heel and advanced back towards the prism. "Check ze telescope if you vant," she said without looking back, tone back to the same flat deadpan she usually used, the sharp edge and inflection having seeped from it quickly once she had said her piece.

The prism, she decided, looked more like one of those old-fashioned combination locks than anything else. She wondered if there was some kind of word she could spell that would make the thing unlock something. Not that she had any idea what might happen, but, well... information was survival. Examining all the letters, she wondered for a moment if it was a matter of making them all match up so that every face had a sensical word. Shaking her head, she quickly decided that if it was indeed a combination lock, only the front face mattered. But there were a lot of possibilities... how was she to know what would do the trick?

Vait a minute... three letters. A look of intent concentration on her face, Golikova checked to see if she had the requisite letters. As it turned out, this was the case, and she carefully rotated each segment on the axis until she was looking down at what she had last seen carved into a doorway.

REM.

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Takes floppy disks 'Golikova 6-4-09' and '7-12-88'
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(Machina, you may write Golikova's full name- this is something you decide on. That part of her is revealed now.)

Castle Main BLDG 2nd Floor (F7) - A. Taylor,

The laminated sheet had been visibly censored- black bars ran across it and left mere words of the document visible. A clean copy would have to be found if it were to be of much use. The symbol in the upper left corner was the same as the map. See Document 1.

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P. Newman
Castle Main BLDG, 2nd Floor (F7)


Taylor's question had broken the loose train of thought that Newman was stringing together at the moment, causing him to stare blankly for a moment at the question. "My name? Yeah. The first initial was papa. Why?" The question was odd and somewhat abrupt. Newman had thought that the concern was over his last name. Walking up to the table to examine it's contents, he consciously blocked the passage of smells to his brain long enough to withstand the spoiled goods and see the man's point. "What, these?" Newman indicated the olive-drab tins with his finger. Their appearance immediately triggered a memory and a frown struck his face. "MRE's... Gross."

Newman pocketed his hands again with dissatisfaction, explaining, "They're food, dried and edible, but probably gross-old." He approached the fire again. "At least, I don't think I've ever eaten rations out of metal." The reasoning was moot, Newman realized, as he knelt in front of the warm flame. He seemed negligent to the fact that they had to eat, or to the fact that if he wasn't hungry now he eventually would be. The rations were probably the closest thing approaching a decent meal they could get. "What's with the paper?"

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A. Taylor
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F7)


Taylor ignored anything that Newman said that he didn't want to hear. He heard that there was food in the tins and his first inital was indeed 'Papa'. Even these things he barely heard as he scanned the laminated document. Most of it had been censored but there was enough information there to set him on edge.

"What's with the paper?"

He looked up, having finished reading what he could, to see Newman once more beside the fire. He didn't answer right away, instead picking up one of the tins again, this time with caution. They looked to be sealed and as yet unopened. It figured. If anyone was going to sneak chemicals into food then why would they bother with what he presumed, from Newman's comment and some distant recognition, was army rations? The simple answer is that they wouldn't.

He took a step back, pocketing two of the tins.

"Keep away from the food Newman, I know it's rotten but there might be something worse than fungus in there." He walked over to the fireplace and squatted down next to the other man before continuing. "Those... People, those things back there." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the door they had come through. I don't think they went insane. At least, not on their own." He held out the sheet, pointing to the bottom, away from the point he was trying to make. That, to him at least, was background information. What he really needed, though that may not have been the right word, was down at the bottom, even below the possibility of medical supplies which he knew may be of much importance.

"Caustic blue." He said it simply and clearly. "Ring any bells?" It did for him. He had heard it over that ghastly radio transmission shortly after waking, the one that had threatened to send him to the brink of madness himself. Taylor the slayer...

"Come on" he said, pushing himself up to stand and folding the paper as he did. "We can't linger, we need to find the others." He was sure they'd meet up soon enough, his main problem was being around the food, which he was sure was the source of whatever chemical (He assumed it was the work of a chemical oweing to the 'Chemical division' of the North Labs) the document referred to. While he was certain that he knew just about nothing about chemicals and toxins, he didn't want to wait around for too long to find out whether this particular one was airbourne.

In a few quick strides he made his way to the door that would lead to Bradbury Hall and the promise of potential medical supplies, pocketing his newfound document as he did. Something struck him as odd about the next room they were going into, perhaps it was the large number of entry points, and he reached down to unsheath his knife.

"Gun up" he ordered as he grabbed the door handle. "We don't know what we're up against." And with that he turned and pushed.

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Castle Main BLDG 2nd Floor (F9) - A. Golikova,

Golikova twisted the prism to line up three letters: R-E-M. The mechanism clicked and a small motor began to sound from within the counter top. The smooth wooden face of the side drew into itself and spun, revealing a cubby hole inside. The motor died and there were three shelves there before her.

On the first was a small box with a black and silver design. In the lower corner of the box it said .40 S&W 30 ROUNDS. There was an indication that they were hollow-point bullets- an effort at minimizing casualties, most likely. The second shelf held a more interesting assortment: 6 12 Gauge Shells, tucked into green jackets, and a cylindrical Concussion Grenade. The Grenade had an olive sheath and a band across it that read "LOW SHRAPNEL: CLOSE QUARTERS PRESSURE EFFECT". The final shelf held a wadded piece of notebook paper. Scrawled onto it was a single word "PHOTOSENSITIVE".

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A. Golikova
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F9)


The lock mechanism clicked open, but Golikova only scarcely noticed at first. She was busy thinking about what could possibly be on that floppy disk. Aleksandra Golikova, 06-04-09. Was that her name, or just a coincidence? No, surely not; she did not think she believed in coincidences. The sixth of April, '09... what possible meaning could that date have? What was today's date? she realized with some trepidation that she did not even know what year it was.

Shaking her head, she decided such questions could wait for now, and examined the contents of the shelves the combination lock had been protecting. The box of rounds, she pulled open and found full. Hollow point... not ze best zing for right now, but better zan nozing. she wondered what use a research facility (if that was indeed what this place was) had for rounds of ammunition. It was highly likely that it was run by some government or another; probably a coalition of some kind, judging from the fact that she was present in addition to at least one American (Stone). The other two seemed American also, if only because she had heard no distinguishing accent to mark them as anything else. She reminded herself to check their uniforms for anything identifying next time she saw them. She already knew that she bore none.

But that was beside the point at the moment. She pocketed the rounds and moved down a shelf. The grenade caught her eye first, and she gave it a cursory examination. Concussion? Rounds, she might be able to understand in a military laboratory, but a grenade? That was just... suspicious. Still, she reasoned that if someone had thought it a good idea for this to be here, she was going to trust their judgement on that and take it with her. The shotgun shells went into yet another pocket, and she was glad of the utility of her pants. There was no use for them at present, but chances were, if someone kept the ammunition, there was a gun somewhere, and Taylor and Stone were presently without firearms.

Way at the back of the third shelf was a crumpled piece of paper, which she reached for and smoothed out as best she could. Photosensitive? Vhat is photosensitive? Her first thought was of the plant in the last room, but she had no desire to test that theory at present. The paper, she refolded a bit more carefully and stuffed in her back pocket. Maybe one of the others would come across something. Perhaps it was connected to the UV light in that other room, who knew?

She gave the room another cursory scan and decided that unless they came back later to try and get these computers working, that was probably it for now. she shot a glance at Stone and gestured towards the door on the other side of the room, the one that would presumably take them to F4 and hence the rendezvous point with P and Taylor. "Shall ve?" she asked, crossing to the door and trying the handle, her other hand withdrawing her gun from its holster.

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Castle Main BLDG 2nd Floor (F4) - A. Golikova, A. Taylor,

The doors swung open at once- Golikova entered from the Observatory and Taylor from the Dining Hall. Six figures shuffled to greet them.

The hall was long but very well lit. The caged bulbs that adorned the first two rooms were back. One was tethered to the ceiling every few meters, casting their orange glow over everything. The rug that covered the stone slab floor was a musty brown color and the walls were a damp yellow paper. Blood had splashed over the corridor and left hard, sticky puddles everywhere. Beetles shuffled across the floor from one cadaver to another- there was a body just seven feet from Golikova, a man in dress attire who was missing a rather large chunk of his head. Both hands were still intact. Two more corpses littered the room further out.

The guests who shifted and twitched to meet Taylor and Golikova were unmistakably similar to the ones from before. Handless. A woman in a tattered dress and leggings began an uneasy limp towards Golikova. Her hair was thin and black and dangled from her almost bald head. The skin of her face clung tight and her clothes hardly fit her malnourished body. With a crisp black lower lip and chin, the woman lunged forward for a bite when she had stood not five feet from the Russian. Three figures could be seen limping behind her towards the east end, all further off but closing in.

Towards Taylor a brutish man spun. His limbs were wide and muscular, but his wrists still ended in bloody, swollen stumps. His face had been jarred into a permanent scowl, straight down to where his lower jaw was missing. The clothing on this man was a change from the others, standing in a bloodied tank top and shorts, but the civilian attire made him no less menacing. He stopped his awkward stumble somewhat short and a pained look came over him. His body jerked and head reared back. Two drips of greenish bile fell from mouth before the spray; a gaseous blow of the acid vomit came in a thick mist through the open door with just a moment of warning. The single other figure in the room began shuffling towards Taylor from her place near the west door.

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P. Newman
Castle Main BLDG, 2nd Floor (F7)


Newman nodded with careful agreement to what Taylor had said. Caustic Blue... The words sounded familiar, but he couldn't place them as easily as he had. The points that Taylor was connecting were still foreign to him. The madness that those creatures had endured... it hadn't occurred to Newman to have been influenced by chemicals at all. What had taken those people was an evil greater than their own- that was all that he cared to dwell on it. Surface thinking, perhaps, but perhaps that's all he could afford to not go mad himself.

When Taylor moved to the door and readied for a breach, Newman complied. He shuffled up from his place by the fire and came to stand just two feet behind him. The comment that, We don't know what we're up against, couldn't have possibly been more true. This was just Newman's fifth room, yet he knew it foolish to assume that the attack from before was an isolated event.

His Browning was out of the holster and leveled in seconds. His eyes petered down the cold metal and to the orb of vision that formed at the end of the sights. It was focused on the door. He was ready. Taylor swung it open and Newman's mind immediately sprawled across several figures. Enemies? His finger bounced in and out of the trigger guard as he scanned the limping bodies. Handless... The feature struck a familiar chord and he knew to fire. His finger closed in on the trigger and he was immediately alarmed by its tension. That's odd... The thought had hardly crossed his mind when the gun went off.

The shot startled Newman, but only for a moment before he focused enough to see where it had went. Straight ahead, between the two of the shuffling monstrosities, the dead wallpaper curled. A miss.

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B. Stone
Castle Main Building, 2end Floor (F9)


Golikova's words were somewhat harsh to Stone, but overall, she appreciated them. They gave her confidence, the way that a mother scolding her child to do better in school did. Stone wondered what Golikova's home life was like, what she did for fun, what her favorite drink was. She wondered what kind of person she was when her life wasn't at stake, when she didn't have to be tough. Stone smiled at her, Stone's blue eyes filled with something along the lines of hope.

Stone grabbed her knife and took it out of its sheath as the Russian opened the door leading to Bradbury Hall. Stone had a feeling that they would run into something that might put up a bit of a fight. The smell of death instantly filled Stone's nose, and she scowled in recoil. The smell had been somewhat prominent in the arctic castle, but it was nothing compared to coming face to face with it. Stone heard the shuffling of feet, and she had a feeling she was going to see a repeat of what happened earlier with the handless humanoids.

Except, this time, Stone was going to do something. This time, Stone wasn't going to stand in the back idly and watch as her teammates fight for their lives. No, Stone was going to be brave, and she was going to conquer her fears; she was going to fight. Stone took in a long, sharp breath, and exhaled slowly. She wasn't sure if she was any good at combat, and she wasn't sure if she was going to make it out of this battle alive. But she was going to try. "Ici nous allons," Stone muttered to herself.

Stone peered around Golikova, seeing exactly what she had imagined, only worse. The amount of blood and the sight of bodies took her by surprise. Just moments after Stone looked, she heard a gunshot. The shot caught her off guard, and she let out a quick, high pitched scream. Stone instantly covered her mouth, feeling like an idiot. Crap, She thought to herself. She knew that the handless things in the room would here her, and she had a feeling that they weren't going to like them being there.

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A. Golikova
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F4)


The Russian stepped through the door, placing her back mere inches from the wall, firearm raised. She scanned the room quickly, noting that the others had entered as they had, and making sure to note positioning. Her mind was a dissociated, clinical efficiency as she counted out the enemies, determined her most likely shots, even remembered to deduct one from the total amount of ammo that P had earlier professed to have.

Biggest threat first. Since there seemed to be no functional difference between the handless creatures, the biggest threat was the most immediate one. A figure that had once been a black-haired woman lunged for her, and Golikova immediately vacated the space she'd been in, firing at close range, just once, since she knew she was likely to hit something vital at such a distance. She always aimed for the head.

Perhaps she should have contemplated the reason for this, the way her hands locked into place when the sight was perfect for a headshot. Maybe it was significant, that she never aimed to wound. Either way, it served her well in this situation, and she did not choose to dwell upon it any more than she had before.

Stone screamed, but the sound ceased on its own, and Golikova did not spare her a glance. The woman would do what was necessary when the time came; she would have to. She saw three more coming, and fired twice. The first bullet missed, barely nicking the side of a handless's head, and she grimaced. That was... strange, and she knew it. The second shot was steadier, but until the creature she aimed at fell or continued forward, she would not be able to tell if it had made contact or not.

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The door opened as easily as the last and the knife was up in a flash. The sight that greeted him however was far from similar to the room they were now in. What could be described only as a walking morgue greeted him, figures with deformities to match the two poor souls they had dispatched earlier strolled the hall, apparently oblivious to their presence until the doors had been opened. Yes, that was right, doors, he saw down the corridor the Russian woman opening a door and stepping through.

Both of them there he noted as he saw Stone peeking around. His thought were cut short however, a huge man with muscles far larger than his own spun on his feet and stared vacatly at him for a split second before the look was replaced wth a mixture of rage and internal pain and he started a slow shuffle in his direction. Taylor knew he would have to move quickly if they were anything like the others and the thought crossed his mind that he had taken too long already. His fear was true.

As the brute stopped and almost keeled over he had one of two options for getting out of the way of what he was certain was coming. Split second decision making was not a matter he had given much thought to and whether his reflexes could be matched his assesment of the situation was a mystery. He dived straight forward, giving no time for questions and avoiding the shot fired by Newman behind him, and rolled out into the hallway. What the fuck are you doing? he thought as he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled into the opposite wall, hearing a gunshot from the direction of Golikova.

Behind him he could hear the sound of internal substances leaving the man's throat but did not turn to see the result. He had made it past unscathed and needed no proof of that, instead he needed to concentrate on making his way past the next few figures and out of the firing line. He did not hesitate, he simply moved as instinct told him to and spun around to have his back against the wall, hearing another pair of shots from down the hall, moving towards the West door, only to be greeted by another woman with stumps at the wrist stumbling towards him.

Without missing a beat he charged forward, knocked her reaching hand aside with an elbow and swung his arm, straightening his elbow, to drive his knife at her throat. Again, there was no thought to what he did, only a cold disconnection between his body and mind.

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Golikova's gun was a mere breath away from the black haired handless. The ring of her barrel could have kissed the creature's head- the rifling could have made an impression. The Glock went off with an impressive sound that sent reverberations through the hall. The muzzle flash blackened the former woman's face and the powerful round punched clean through the creature's skull. A pink mist escaped the wound from both directions and her feet left the ground before settling with the rest of her body an entire foot back. The bullet didn't stop.

Several meters away, Taylor had successfully dodged past the antagonizing handless man and confronted the female variant. With a clean movement, he battered her arms out of the way and stabbed. His knife made a fast impression in her throat and a soundless scream formed over her mouth. Her body, still full functional, combated Taylor with a weak and menial beating of arms against him. The bloodied stumps made red splotches across his chest.

The bullet was immaculately silent. It struck Taylor, who was a good deal taller than Golikova's own target, in his right shoulder. At this rate, the round had lost a great deal of its momentum and had a sloppy trajectory. This meant that it lacked the same power it used to slay the former woman and instead imbedded itself halfway on its side into Taylor's muscle. The second shot sounded.

Golikova's second bullet passed just by its initial target. The miss was unfortunate, given the small legion of handless that had surrounded her and Stone, but the round instead made its way into the throat of the hulking former man that had stood at the East entrance from the Dining Hall. The fact that he had just finished his grizzly vomit made the wound an odd sort of sprinkler that deposited fast squirts of blood and then the pungent acid. He stood with a strange look of unawareness over his sheet white face and eyes before shuffling closer to Newman and collapsing.

The third round that Golikova fired did, however strangely, exactly what it was supposed to do. The .40 caliber round plugged itself into one of the onward shuffling creatures and came to rest against the thick shell of his skull. Through some trick of inertia or muscle memory, though, the former man managed two more half-hearted steps forward before crashing to the floor. His body now crossed the doorway and caused one of the remaining two handless to stumble forward over him- a rate that had the creature reaching its stumps out towards Stone as it struggled to keep its footing.

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Newman recoiled from the misfire, his hand familiarizing itself with the sting. Though not necessarily harsh, the feeling was strange. The gun seemed to hold the reverberations from the shot for a good, long time, and he felt that was an odd thing for a gun to do. Taylor ducked past him and was attacking a figure just beyond when the hulk of a man before him began treading forward through the ghastly pool of bile he'd sprayed onto the floor. Newman didn't have time to think as the man drew in closer and raised the Browning to fire, but was again distracted by the tension of the trigger. Why the hell does it feel this way? Too late. The former man stood over him.

BANG. A shot sounded from down the hall, a good deal louder than Newman's. BANG... BANG... Two more shots. There was a pause for him, and then the hiss of a bullet as it seared through the handless man's throat. The image was surreal- the hulk opened his mouth as if to yell, but nothing came out, not so much as a sigh. The entire mass of his body was a suspended cadaver for one whole second. His throat let out little spurts of filthy liquid that turned Newman's stomach onto its side. "Oh god..." He moaned as he lowered the Browning. The man looked as if he'd kill over immediately, but then did a terrifying thing and began to step forward.

There wasn't anything Newman could think to do, really, and he found his feet to be frozen in place. The pistol, a clear choice, was raised in an instant and pressed against the large man's chest. Newman's finger found the trigger, that hardy and resistant trigger. It tightened to pull and then, as if devoid of power, the handless body fell forward and onto him. The gun did not go off, but instead it twisted uselessly under the weight of the former man and pressed on its side against Newman's own breast as he fell too. He let out the slightest yelp as he struck the Dining Hall's floor with this great corpse on top of him.

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If Golikova had had time to look around in the aftermath of her shots, she might have lost some of her near-perfect composure. As it was, she did not have that chance, since she and Stone were now being beset at close range by handless. Holstering her gun, Golikova left the one that had tripped to Stone and went for the other, a knife in each hand.

Strangely, the grips of the blades felt more comfortable in her hands than a gun did, as though they were little more than extensions of her own body. A gun, she knew she had to handle, but knives, she might have come close to liking. The reason for this was as much a mystery as anything else, but she accepted it for what it was, as she had accepted so many things about their situation already. What was one more unknown?

She lashed out brutally with a foot, intending to hit the remaining handless's kneecap and cause it to stumble. Her next motion, designed to flow from that, was a thrust with one knife, aimed for the soft juncture between jaw and throat. She knew (be it from experience or study was impossible to ascertain) that if angled right, the thrust would be nothing short of fatal, since it would unmistakably impale the brain.

Was brain damage fatal to handless? It seemed so, from the sort of shot that had killed them before. In fact, biologically, they seemed little different from the humans they might once have been, save the fact that they were effectively corpses on legs. They had no reason to be up and moving, and yet they did. She was hardly of a Crusading frame of mind, but she could not be bothered that she ended something like that.

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B. Stone
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F4)


All of the gunfire was confusing to Stone, and it made her ears ring in a deafening way. She squinted in pain, wishing that guns weren't so loud. The spray of blood going off in several different directions also somewhat set Stone mentally off balance. Golikova fired with extreme ease and precision, and Stone could hear other gunshots going off, figuring it was coming from Newman, the only other one among them with gun.

Then the inevitable occurred: one of the handless monsters stumbled directly towards Stone, and Golikova wasn't there to save her. Not this time. Stone was on her own. Stone's eyes widened, unsure of what to do. Time seemed to stop in a slow motion kind of way, and Stone could see the coming towards her in extreme detail. She seemed to take everything in about the situation at once, and she let out a gasp.

Stone, awkward with the knife, held it directly outwards, praying to God that the man would plunge directly into it.

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The splash of blood as his knife ploughed into the woman's throat and the feeble flailing of her arms against his chest had a strange effect on Taylor, in the way that it had no effect at all. He had felt such internal pain, such confusion at his first kill earlier in the day, why had it become so simple to him now? He wondered, very briefly, if it was the cause of death, or perhaps the knowledge now that these were no longer human. Then his thought pattern was cut off as he slid his blade out of the cartilage of the oesophagus and recieved a bullet to the shoulder.

With a roar of pain and surprise he lost his grip on his knife, which then fell to the ground with an unremarkable scraping sound. His left hand flew up to cover the injury and he felt blood for a moment. Then whatever training he had came back into play and the hand removed itself from where he wanted to keep it and sliced through the air at the handless' throat with the intention of widening the wound to cause a certain kill. Regardless of whether it had done it's job or not he took the chance to duck and run down the corridor away from Golikova's shooting, cursing her as he did.

"God damn, that hurts!" He dived to the ground in the corner furthest from the Russian shooter's position, yelping again as the jolt in his shoulder as he did. "Fuck, fuck!" Again his hand shot instinctively to the joint but he refrained, only out of fear. Words swam through his mind in a strangely logical manner and he remembered the report he had found, suggesting the creatures were infected with some kind of chemical, as well as the promise of medical supplies in the room he currently occupied. Whatever the case may have been he did not want to run the risk of getting the blood from the woman's throat anywhere near his bullet-hole. However the danger was all around him, pools of blood littered the floor but he had been smart enough to land on his left.

Still mumbling his abusive words, Taylor turned his head and strained his neck to check if anything was stumbling towards him while keeping prone to make himself as small a target as possible. Being shot the once was just about enough for him.

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Taylor's attack left the feminine corpse a stumbling sort of blood dispenser for a few moments, walking without real direction except for to shower her immediate area in crimson mist. She bumbled about the walls and fell aimlessly from one side of the corridor to the other before finally collapsing. She continued to writhe on the ground for some time.

Elsewhere, Stone was confronted with her own handless threat. She held up her knife toward the ghastly foe and, unsurprisingly, the blade punctured. It tore through the creature's thickly knitted uniform and skin, splitting the sinew underneath and striking a tough sheet of sternum before fracturing the ivory plate. The blade made its way through the jagged hole it had formed, into softer marrow, while the serrated edge chipped away at everything it touched. It severed a mess of veins inside of the handless, inevitably causing him to bleed out... but Stone's blade was stuck inside.

The creature's own weight began to pull it to the floor, the knife heavily lodged inside and coming down with it. Just feet away, Golikova had exacted a far more precise attack into the flesh of the last standing former human. The knife tore open a hole and blood started to drain down the girl's arm. The sharp tip of the blade began to tickle gray matter and, in a spastic fashion, the man lost control and fell into seizure on the ground. Most of the slain creatures, though decommissioned, were still visibly living or twitching in some morbid fashion. Death took a gruesomely longer time when executed with blades and cranial shots.

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Under a great heap of carrion, Newman struggled to free himself. He hadn't yet approached the thought of his own strength, except for where Taylor's life was concerned, and was surprised at the difficulty he found in using it. The body above him was as wide as it was heavy, so his attempts at rolling the former man off of him took quite long. It was a sensory overload... Newman hadn't confronted a smell like this in... well, ever, he thought. Memory or no memory, I'd never forget this stench... The scent was hard to place as either the man's own intense body odor or the affect of decaying flesh. Newman was beginning to think that he'd never learned the difference.

When the corpse had finally tumbled off of the struggling soldier, Newman began to heave in the slightly fresher surrounding air. He lowered his Browning into it's slew and gained to his feet. The sound of gunfire had passed and this room was silent, as was the corridor. Newman carefully made his way through the door and into the bloody hall, with the echoes of combat still writhing on the floor. "Jesus Christ..." His eyes fell sternly across the ground and to the right, past dead bodies until he could see the women. He didn't speak to them, just visually acknowledged that they were there. Turning to the left, his eyes immediately fell upon Taylor... and his bloodied shoulder.

Newman's reaction was subtle at first. He couldn't tell if the blood was Taylor's own, or more of the same that was caked all over the room. But it was the position, the expression, the entire make-up of the situation that startled him. "H-hey!" With the stumbling atrocities all downed, or mortally wounded in some fashion, Newman found Taylor's injury to be the major concern. He sprinted over, his face dripping sweat and full of panic. "What the hell happened?" Newman moved rather than speaking uselessly. He pulled his shirt up over his nose and knelt down, unfastening his canteen as he did so. First aid maneuvers... What did you look for, shock? Could Taylor even go into shock? A quick but serious glance over the injured man defeated the idea. He's not in shock. Scanning the area once more to ensure their safety, Newman approached the situation the bluntest way possible. "What do I do to help you?"

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Golikova moved between still-twitching bodies, ending lives as quickly as possible with tugs of her knife across throats. There was something almost... ritualistic about the repetitive motion of such a thing, as though her muscles remembered exactly how. She had thought it would be best to not dwell on such things, that they were ultimately irrelevant to survival, but the more she saw, the less she was able to believe this. Her name had been on a floppy disk here. Hers. It gave her the feeling that whoever the lot of them were, they were all connected to whatever was going on here, and therefore anything they could know about themselves, down to the tiniest detail, would be beneficial.

The thought was disconcerting, representing as it did a complete change from her attitude until this point. Looking up from her grim task at last, she caught sight of P, looking a little worse for wear, but otherwise fine. Frowning, she searched for Taylor, only to see that he was against a wall, bleeding from one arm. P seemed to notice about the same time she did, and since he was closer, he made it to the man's side first.

"What the hell happened?" The words struck Golikova with the force of a truck, because she knew exactly what had happened. The wound was obviously from a bullet, and none of the Handless were capable of wielding one, which meant the party responsible was either P, or... herself. The Russian knew what the real answer was. If the bullet had been from the other man's gun, Taylor would have been struck from behind, not the side.

The knowledge froze the blond woman in place for a painful few seconds, before another question reminded her that the world was still moving. "You need to disinvect as much as you can, or at least clean vis vater. Zen dig out ze bullet. Probably vis a knife, as clean as possible," she answered automatically, though her tone lacked its customary strength. "Zen bandage. No stitches, because unless ve can find better supplies, zat will probably just cause infection." She looked down at the blood covering her right knife and arm, and then at her left. It was much cleaner, and she flipped it, holding it handle-out for P to take if he so chose. She swallowed thickly, unable to shoot so much as a glance at Taylor.

She had shot him. She had injured one of her teammates. Not panicky Stone, not evasive P, not aggressive Taylor. Her, the one who was supposed to be calm, rational, precise.

The worst part was... she was fairly certain, somewhere deep in the back of her mind, that this was not the first time.

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B. Stone
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F4)


Stone felt the knife plunge straight through the man's chest. It went through easily, as easy as cutting butter with a hot knife. The initial shock of the situation was still over Stone, and she wasn't sure what to do. The man stood, gurgling, pure white eyes wide looking directly in Stone's direction. She wasn't sure if he could even see her. Stone felt her doe eyes fill with water, her tears beginning to form.

Stone felt something snap through the vibrations of the knife, but she wasn't sure if it was the knife itself or something inside the man's chest. The man quickly fell dead, almost dragging Stone along with him. Stone, still holding onto the knife and the man tumbled backwards, quickly let go and almost lost her balance. She stumbled around for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. She huffed a sigh and looked down at the man, while wiping away her tears. Her knife was now stuck inside his chest. His chest. She killed him. Stone felt as if God Himself was looking down upon her, weeping in pain for the sin she committed.

Stone didn't sob; she let the tears fall down her face in silence. She mourned for the death she caused, and stood in regret for the murder she had committed. She grasped her silver rosary and simply stared at the corpse in front of her. I did what I had to do: I survived. Survival is all that is important right now. Survival.

Stone's attention was averted away when she saw Golikova and Pim standing over Taylor. Stone blinked through her now-halted tears squinted to see if she could tell what was happening. Blood. Taylor's right shoulder was covered in blood, and Stone had a feeling that it was his own. Stone quickly ran towards the group, leaving the corpse behind, along with her only weapon. She came up on Golikova, Pim, and Taylor, with Golikova explaining how to treat the wound. It all sounded very familiar to Stone. Golikova held the knife out to Pim, but Stone spoke up.

"Wait," she said. "I'll get the bullet out. Pim, do you have any water left in your canteen? We need to clean the wound as best we can before we get the bullet out." Stone looked at Taylor with extreme pity; she couldn't imagine what kind of pain he was in. "Everything is going to be alright, okay, Taylor? I promise. We're going to fix you up." Stone smiled at him. Hope, she thought. Hope and faith is all we have left.

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From his rather terrible viewpoint on the floor, Taylor could see that the battle was close to over by the time he struggled himself a little further down the corridor and propped himself up against the far wall, aware that he was very close to a door to an unexplored room. It would have to do, he wasn't going very far at this rate, the pain that exploded through his shoulder at the slightest movement was a force of it's own and rendered him pretty much incapacitated. Every slight movement brought a scratching feeling along with the agony of split tissue. He hazarded a guess that the bullet was resting on or beneath bone and silently thanked fate that his collarbone had not been shattered.

Then the 'team' started showing up one by one. First came Newman, much to Taylor's distaste even in his current state. He was less than helpful, asking what had happened and what to do in the situation, the questions directed at a bleeding man on the floor. He tried to answer but his angle was not a good one so a slight shuffle to the side would have to be performed before he could ans-

"Ffff-Arrrrh!" The movement had sent yet another ripple of pain through his injured limb and his reply became a roar of distress followed by a series of quick, shallow breaths. He had no idea if he'd ever been shot before but was glad he had no memory if it turned out he had. Beads of sweat started breaking out on his forehead as Golikova arrived and started rattling off what sounded like basic field medical training. Wait, medical... he thought, and his mind cleared for a few seconds. The pain was dimished as he started scanning his eyes along the hallway, noticing the approaching, and rather downtrodden looking, Stone.

"Wait, I'll get the bullet out.

She'd what!? Taylor had no idea what Stone's skills as a surgeon may be but if they were to be measured by her performance thus far he wouldn't trust her to open a tin of sardines without adult supervision. He rolled over, for two reasons, and managed to do little more than gasp at the pain this time. He was far from getting used to it but he now knew which position were most painful and braced himself, ready to clench his teeth when the agony tore through him again.

"We're going to fix you up."

His first act upon turning to face the crowd face on was to swipe with his left hand, the uninjured arm, at the Russian's wrist, shaking his head violently yet groggily, still breathing heavily. After readying himself quickly he managed to speak.

"No... Wait..." He fumbled around in his right hand pocket with his left hand, not used to crossing over, and pulled out the folded laminate. He dropped it down on the floor in front of him and threw his head back against the wall he now leant against. God, the pain was excruciating.

"At the bottom..." He was speaking through a clenched jaw now and was verbally indicating the mention of medical supplies somewhere near here. Then, for his final word on the matter, he fixed his gaze on Newman, eyes burning with a combination of panic and perserverance.

"Sterilise." He spoke the word clearly and loudly, hoping the man remembered what else he'd mentioned about the contents of the report. He'd rather have been left here to die than become one of those staggering, handless corpses. And that was all he could say. He returned to letting his mind fixate on the pain and tried his very best to keep his hand away from the wound, smashing his fist on the floor beside him to keep it occupied.

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