Deep 17: Contingency » Places

         

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.

         "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?!"

         He could hear something draw closer and ever closer to him. His mind began to reel as he began to squirm a little more intensely this time with the help of Domingo trying to pry the elevator for him to get through. "Bad luck my ass." He grunts as he inches himself forward. "S'all chalked up. To bad. Communication." He stood by his words. All the chatter that crackled between their coms and he could swear that he heard more and more of the subjects were getting loose. With not much explanation on where it all began except for a vague explanation about the 'lower levels' with the best trained gearing up and heading down below. Leaving the rest of the guards like themselves to realize that they neither had enough training for this level of panic, nor did they have the man power still up on the upper levels to be able to group up and SAFELY ensure that even the less irritable patients who were out of their rooms to be returned back to them without incident. It wasn't difficult to follow protocol. Group up and put the corresponding person with the corresponding room. However this was affecting multiple levels at once and involved multiple floors of subjects.

Ramirez belly flops onto the floor once the doors finally open up faster than he can react in a manner other than trying to shove himself through. He takes a deep breath before coughing a couple of times, rolling to his back, thanks to the floor knocking the air out of him. "I don't want to think about who thought it was a good idea to play in the elevator shaft." Then he heard Domingo's confusion over his role. He sits up and puts his forearms on his knees. Shaking for a moment due to the chills still running through him and causing his scales to click against each other. Then stares at the other guard blankly for a few seconds. "...Really?" As though he just watched someone ding his parked car and then accusing him of crashing into them. "That's why I kept telling them we need group meetings. Nobody knows who anybody is-I could have been tazed and dragged back downstairs till someone says 'Oops, my bad. Don' worry he's with us! Hey sorry bout that I thought he knew.' Meanwhile I'm picking sleepy darts out of my ass-trying to be polite, 'No is okay I should have given him a heads up and told him I got my guard card is right here.' Its not like our lives might depend on it." He raises his hand to silently ask for assistance with getting to his feet.

He is already looking around himself to get his bearings again but his talking doesn't appear to skip a beat. "You're lucky I'm not pretending to be a guard and if I was, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. Just-" He reaches back behind his neck to carefully release a small quill from its nestled position and brings it forward to make a slow dart throwing motion towards Domingo while clicking his tongue. "-boom. Down you go. Night night. Now are we just going to stand here like a couple turkeys or get some upgrades to our utility belts?"