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Post by Pip on Mar 24, 2010 9:46:06 GMT -5
Pip's eyes widen as realization dawned on him. Jumping up he quickly pivoted himself on the gurney towards Allastor and Integra and gripped the edge of the gurney. "FUCK! You're right mon ami! Mon capitaine! Zhere was dis man there ... tres vieux! He-he ... some crazy voo doo shit iz going down!"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Mar 25, 2010 13:07:07 GMT -5
"Voo Doo? Captain, you're not making any sense!" In her exasperation, she turns back to Englishman. "Allastor...Did...this man do this to you?" Her hand grips his thin hospital gown. "Is-- IS HE THE SOURCE OF THESE VIRUSES?!" Her cobalt eyes dart from one man to the other, the wildest both men had ever seen her. Her hand loosens it's grip on the man's white gown. She pats the wrinkled place in the hospital fabric, gently laying the man back down. First she smooths a hand over his messy hair, then her own, even more disheveled mane.
"No, not the source...these kind of things take planning. Multiple members. One man isn't spreading a plague globally. He has help...Other contacts."
She paces as she talks through the situation, finding herself beside Prudence again. "May I borrow a pen and pa--" As she begins to ask, her eyes fall on the knight's medical chart. Plucking it up, she flips the entire stack of paper over and begins to scribble furiously.
"I need everything you men can give me on this Silas character. Is that an alias, did he seem comfortable with the name? You said he carried a Bible? ...flea-bitten dogs?" She glances up at the man on the bed. "Thank you...for Elizabeth, by the wa--not...not that she's flea-bit--She's been well cared for, you know..." She stumbles verbally, whilst pulling herself up to sit on the gurney beside the Frenchman. She coughs lightly behind her mask, a hand still covering the paper. "--A Bible? Dogs?" She frowns, turning to Pip. "Did Iscariot get a new puppy?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Mar 25, 2010 20:27:09 GMT -5
He sat up quickly and grabbed Integral, shaking his head violently. "Uh-huh! He's not Iscariot. He was preaching and his damned dogs were baying and growling at everyone they could! If he was Iscariot we would have thrown down with him on the spot..." He coughed hard and released her shoulder. "We were interrogating him...and when he shook my hand...i felt a jolt in my palm. Felt like I got stuck or somethin', but I passed it off as static discharge..." He smirked and laughed a bit. "Heh-heh...discharge...ANYWAY! He and his hounds got all freaky, and like vanished into the crowd..." Those sick eyes grew wide with anger. "That fucker! He's spreading it! He may not be the source, but damnit! He's spreading it. Him and his little hell hounds too! Oh! LET ME AT HIM!" He hopped out of bed, easily now, his eyes burning fiercely as he started for the door, growling loudly. "I'll tear his head off!"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Mar 26, 2010 4:14:13 GMT -5
Integral catches the other knight's hand, and her gloved fingertips find their way to his wrist, pulling him closer. “Calm down. You're not leaving.” She says, flatly. Turning over the man's hand, she runs her clothed fingertips over a pin-prick wound, red and already looking a bit infected, hidden amongst the scrapes on his palm from where he fell. She presses her thumb into it sharply. “Here?” She asks. “I knew there was something more to those scratches.” she growls. “We need to work. You --Get back to bed.” She orders, turning again to leave the room. She suddenly seems very tired and overwhelmed. “You running about ill isn't going to do any good. We need talk, and we need to plan.”
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Mar 26, 2010 20:23:35 GMT -5
He winces at the pain and growls at Integral. "Promise me something...if the virus is doing what I think its doing...If I turn into one of those damned brain munchers...put a bullet through my head before I hurt one of us..." He snarled a bit glaring at the pin prick. "Damnit...I'm not dieing like this! Get me some doctors in here! Do something! Let me kill the old fart!"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 3, 2010 1:42:52 GMT -5
She stops short, standing just inside the plastic doorway. "I promise you, Allastor...you're going to be just fine." She murmurs, not quite believing herself. She smiles weakly at the man, pushing him gently back towards the hospital bed. "You need to rest for now. You understand that, don't you? Even if you're starting to feel better...you're not yourself..." She brushes another stray strand of his red hair out of his eyes, pushing him backwards until he sits down on the bed again. "Get some rest." She orders, again, turning toward the door. She motions toward Prudence. "Let's go...We've got work to do..." she sighs.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 3, 2010 1:57:19 GMT -5
Prudence looks around the room over her shoulder one more time, and tries to avoid looking at any one spot for too long. "I don't...." She glances at Allastor, and then finds herself unable to continue and quickly shifts her gaze back to the floor. She continually attempts to look him in the eye when she speaks, but continually finds that she cannot, and so her eyes flick rapidly from his face to the floor tiles over and over again. "Just...get better, alright? So I don't feel bad about having insulted you so much?" She'd smile wryly, if she had the capacity at the moment.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 4, 2010 1:32:55 GMT -5
Allastor's face grew tired as he rested back in that damned bed. His gaze focused on Prudence and her inability to stare what could be death in the eye. A smirk spread across his face, no surprise. "I'll be fine...I'm not gonna die anytime soon...So don't get your bloody hopes up, eh Bookworm?" He grinned right at her, his eyes burning for a slight second with that Winfield fire before laying his head back. "Hey 'Tegs...Hurry up with some info with whats going on...tomorrow morning I'm gonna be up and outta here tracking this down...Got it...?" Even though he wore a shit eating grin, his eye lids were getting heavy as he rolled his head to the side. The last thing the sickly knight saw was his brother in arms and newly close companion. "Oi...Pip...Don't let them do any..." A yawn escaped his lips as the voice of the loud mouth knight began to soften while he continued to speak. "Any experiments...on me...I want to be...my perfect self when I wake up..." A warm almost boyish laugh left him as he slowly faded into a deep sleep.
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