towerofanimus | the cat that crossed your path [open]

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the cat that crossed your path [open]

Characters: A dead scientist, a deadly phantasm, and everyone else.
Setting: The infirmary.
Format: Starting with action, but whatever will be will be.
Summary: Whoops. Lloyd failed his saving roll and now something else is lording over the infirmary in his place.
Warnings: Deaaaaath.

[The infirmary has shut down entirely during the blackout. This is unsurprising, since that's the same as the rest of the tower. There is, however, a tiny source of brightness in the pitch blackness within. A beam of light is pointed towards the open doors, streaking faintly across the hall outside to the far wall. A peek in will prove that is must be a flashlight, considering the size and shape. It sits on the floor. On the floor, which didn't quite fit where a flashlight should be.

With the rest of the room so dark, though, there's no telling what else is in there.

Nothing within is stirring or making any noise, though, so hey. Free flashlight.]

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[Light. Steady light, cold light, definitely-not-coming-from-Ven's-bonfires light. Why is there light in the infirmary? Ienzo doesn't know, but like an idiot, he decides to investigate. Maybe there are backup lights in here too.]

[That's right, Ienzo. A mechanical light, for sure, with none of the warmth of a fire. Sadly, instead of the backup lights he may have hoped for, it is only a lone flashlight on the floor. It lays more than a few steps in, deep enough that it's hard to make out anything nearby or behind it.]

[What.]

[Who could have left a flashlight on the floor? How long has it been sitting here? It's been what, three days, since the power went out, and there's no way that someone could just leave a flashlight there and someone else decides not to pick it up. People just don't work that way.]

[Unfortunately, as much as he tries to deny it, Ienzo is in fact a person, and so of course he ventures deeper into the room.]

[As Ienzo walks further in, closer towards the flashlight, the shapes of the room might come into better focus. Darker things against the dark, so to speak. Behind the flashlight is something like that...

Something else sprawled on the floor...]

[Oh? Is there something... behind the flashlight? That is odd. Very odd. Maybe a table upturned itself or something. (Ienzo tries not to think about just how stupid that justification is.) Instead, he picks up the flashlight and promptly shines it on the object lying nearby.]

[If only it was a table, but no. The light turns onto the sprawled figure. The spotlight first illuminates an arm, one in a sleeve of a white lab coat. Moving the light even further along the shape will reveal who it is, the man typically found kicking around the infirmary, Lloyd.

His eyes are, thankfully, shut; his expression, slack. The collar around his neck is devoid of any color at all.]

[Oh my god what.]

...

[...What? Stop looking at me that way, what did you...]

[Oh.]

[You... expected him to scream.]

[Pff ahaha that's a good one! Scream... No, he's not screaming, just standing there attempting to figure out what's going on. It soon becomes apparent that the person isn't breathing, and the collar has been drained... curious. Perhaps the collar is some kind of lifeblood? That would explain why it can't be taken off by normal means, to prevent people from killing themselves...]

[~~So disappoint, Ienzo. Why you no scream.~~

While Ienzo is busy investigating the rather dead scientist, there is a sound from elsewhere in the room. It's soft, organic, not something sharp like another falling medical instrument or flashlight, but still audible in the silent and dark facility.]

[Whoa, hello sudden noise.]

[In his experience, sudden noises usually mean something is about to blow up, so Ienzo dismisses the corpse for the moment and turns around, checking the area for what could have caused it. Didn't sound like something was falling, but...]

[Ienzo's room check will reveal that he is not alone. Not alone by a lon shot. Two bright points of light in the dark, eyes of some misty, small creature, are watching him with all the intensity of an interested cat. It's shape doesn't look very solid. If he were to shine the light at it, well, that would just go right on through...]

[And it just so happens that where he's standing, the light reflects off the cat's eyes very nicely, shining out to make it quite clear where the creature is. And when Ienzo shines his flashlight on it, hilariously, it's gone. Or perhaps it was never there in the first place. Whatever it is, there is a foggy apparition in its place, and like an idiot Ienzo slowly approaches the 'animal'.]

[Honestly. He doesn't scream, he picks up suspicious objects, he approaches ghostly cats... this kid is so genre blind it hurts.]

[And the closer he gets to the cat, the weaker and colder he'll begin to feel. For the creature's part, it only sits there, staring, unblinking, at Ienzo. Its tail twitches from side to side lazily as it does.]

[Just as promised. He initially kneels slowly near the creature, but it soon becomes impossible to stand back up again. And so there sits Ienzo, on his hands and knees, shivering. It was getting to the point where his thinking was getting foggy...]

[The cat meows at him after he's found it impossible to stand again and rolls up to its own feet, stretching as it does. The sound it makes is distant rather than near, more like an echo than anything else.

It strolls right up to him and sniffs him, then rubs its head against the boy's knee, affectionate as can be. Too bad this is only going to make Ienzo's condition worse.]

[OH GOD OW!!]

[Unfortunately, Ienzo does not have an icon to accurately convey the pain he is suffering right now. Almost immediately afterward his arms and legs give out, leaving the normally dignified-looking child curled up in a shivering ball on the floor, with THAT CAT. OHGOD THE CAT.]

[Oh, poor kid. The cat stops and gives Ienzo what might be construed as a curious look. Obviously, this boy is not feeling well. As horrible as the effects of the phantasm might be, it's still a domestic cat.

It likes people.

It doesn't understand what is wrong.

So it does what cats do best and lays down next to him, near his head, and purrs. A distant, echoing purr to help Ienzo drift off...]

[Notice how Ienzo has been completely silent this entire exchange?]

[Not anymore.]

...A-argh!

[Of course it comes out very choked towards the end. Ouch. That's gotta hurt... his... throat...]

...

[Or, in other words: BOOM HEADSHOT]

[ Wingbeats break the silence in the dark, and Castiel glances around, frowning. He was following the strange voices that seemed to call out to him, but he never did manage to get contact.

Until now. ]

Who are you. Show yourself.

[ Of course, talking to voices was something he does often. ]

[Silence is his only answer. Silence and the light from a flashlight that has been left on the infirmary floor.]

[ No answer. Right.

The angel walks over to the light, bending down to pick it up. ]

[When Castiel bends down to pick the light up, he may note a dark mass sprawled on the floor not far behind the device. Is that...]

[ The mass didn't go unnoticed; flashlight in hand, Castiel turns towards it, recognising him vaguely. Right. The pale haired man on the computer that time.

So he goes over to investigate, kneeling down beside him. ]

[It is that man! He lays as if he had fallen forward, maybe tripped, body cold, stiff, and most certainly dead. The collar around his neck is devoid of any color.]

[ Castiel turns the body over onto his back, feeling for a pulse. ]

Dead.

[ He inspects the collar. The tubes are colorless, for one thing. ]

What is the cause...

[How astute, Mr. Angel.

The cause is... not at all apparent. It's as if he just died where he stood and fell down, since there are no injuries, no broken necks, nothing. Nothing at all.

While Castiel is inspecting the corpse, however, there is another sound in the room. Something soft, a quiet thud of some small thing hitting the floor behind the angel. In the cold, silent infirmary, it is more than audible enough.]

[ Straightening up, Castiel flashes the light towards the source of the sound, frowning as he unsheathes his sword. He feels... strangely vulnerable, for some reason. ]

[When Castiel whirls around, seeking out the origin of the sound, he'll find a cat. That's all, a cat. It is sitting on the floor between him and the door now, eyes bright points of light staring at him.

Any illumination from the flashlight that hits it goes right through, revealing it to be a misty apparition rather than a solid animal.]

[ A ghost cat. Alright.

Crouching low, Castiel keeps a wary distance from the apparition, watching it as it watches him. After a few moments of nothing, he frowns and walks forward, seeing as the ghostly feline is not doing anything other than stare. ]

[The cat doesn't move when Castiel approaches. It doesn't have to. The closer he gets to the phantasm, the colder the room becomes.]

[ A normal human would be freaked out by it, but Castiel isn't a human.

Gripping his sword and flashlight tightly, he approaches, absently noting the chilling atmosphere. ]

[And the cat just watches, unblinking, tail tip lazily twitching from side to side. The angel will only get colder the closer he gets, that sensation creeping in before the inevitable weakness that follows it.]

[ He ignored most of the cold, his angelic powers keeping him warm until that moment when his Grace flickered and was cut off from him. ]

What-

[The cat tilted its head at Castiel and mewed, the sound hollow and distant. Following that, it rose up to its paws and began strolling the rest of the way towards the angel.

Obviously 'what' meant 'come over here, you adorable kitty'.]

[ Bends down as the cat pads towards him. ]

What is an animal doing here...

[The cat stops right by him and meows again. From here, it's easy to see the cat is made up of mist. The floor is even visible through it. This close, the chill is becoming bitter and bone-freezing.]

[ the puff of cold air from his lips does not deter Castiel, and he continues to stare at the cat. ]

Strange.

[Romeo saw the light and peeked into the door wondering if someone was there] Hello? [He saw the light and went over to it, it wasn't a candle but it wasn't like the lights that now didn't work in the tower. He reached out to touch it, wondering how it worked since it didn't seem hot at all!]

[No reply! It would appear that the infirmary is empty, despite the flashlight abandoned on the floor. As Romeo reaches out to touch the light, he might notice something else nearby the device. There is a dark shape sprawled out on the floor behind the light, easily big enough to be... a person, perhaps?]

[Romeo blinked at the shape, was that a person? Where they injured?] Hello? Are you alright? [He steps closer to the shape]

[Alas, Romeo, no. No he is not. The body in the lab coat is no doubt a familiar one to him, only it isn't moving. No response, no breathing...]

[A small gasp as he recognises the coat] Mr Lloyd! [He moves to him and kneels down next to him.] Mr Lloyd are you alright?

[Alas, poor Romeo, it doesn't look like Mr. Lloyd is going to be answering that anytime soon. He remains still and unresponsive towards the lad.]

Mr Lloyd! [His voice is quieter now because his roomate is so still. Romeo is scared but slowly reaches out, Doctor Casella had taught him how to check if someone was alive. He slowly puts his hand on Lloy's neck and tries to find a pulse.]

[And he finds none, because there isn't one.

Almost as if summoned by that very revelation, elsewhere in the dark infirmary, there is a distant-sounding meow.]

[Romeo lets out an unintentional sob. It was very hard to keep your spirits up when people were dead!] Mr Lloyd... [His voice is whisper now and he turns towards the meowing] Hello?

[There are two glowing white eyes over by the entrance, watching the boy. Unblinking and small, if how low to the floor the eyes are can be used as an indication.]

[Romeo watches it back, scared but trying to be brave. He stands up and backs away a little bit keeping his eyes on the white glowing eyes]

[The glowing eyes rise up off the floor, but not very far, and whatever it is begins to approach. The closer it gets, the more visible it will become. It is a ghostly cat, slowly creeping forward towards Romeo.]

[Oh a cat, Romeo shuffles backwards some more] It's alright kitty, I wont hurt you!

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the cat that crossed your path [open]

SCIENCE PARTY

SCIIIIENCE 9OAO9

OOC: DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DA DOO. WEIRD SCIENCE.

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OOC: Ienzo is the worst horror-movie murder witness ever

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all my smiling icons are so inappropriate for this thread~

creepily so. |3

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