towerofanimus | Event: Quarantine

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Event: Quarantine

Characters: any characters trapped in rooms during the event
Setting: dormitory level rooms
Format: any
Summary: An unexpected series of explosions has trapped residents in the dorm rooms with no power and no way to get out. Try to communicate with the outside, deal with being stuck in a small room with other people... Deal with the really strange things that seem to be happening, too.
Warnings: typical Animus horror event warnings

[There are several more explosions, and the sound of things falling and crumbling outside. The dorm rooms themselves don't collapse or cave in, but the furniture and trunks and nightstands may be rattled and knocked about. Eventually, the lights flicker and go out entirely, leaving everyone in the dark. There are small red emergency lights lining the floors, but they don't seem to have come on all the way, and flicker on and off eerily.

After maybe twenty minutes everything falls silent. However, if you try the door, you'll find you can't get out...]

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[Can we get out already?]

[He'd been trying to ignore the voices all day. Really, he had. He'd been sitting with his head in his hands, trying to block out the voices and the noises his temporary roommates made. He just wanted to pretend like he was alone. After a while, though, it became too much to take. The voices in his head and the voices in the hallway started to blend together until he wasn't sure what he was hearing anymore, and he was just so sick of all the damned, non-stop noise.

Richtofen doesn't quite remember when he'd decided to leap up and start banging against the door, but here he is now, glaring at it as the whispering rises to a fever pitch. He pauses for a brief minute to consider if it's really worth it to keep drawing attention to their room. This isn't the first time he's dealt with strange, unnatural voices in this place, after all.

He resolves himself to try and settle down after this, but he can't resist getting in one last jab.]

You are all far too loud!

[He gives the door a final, harsh kick. Immediately, the lights shut off, and a sudden tug and searing pain has him flat on his back and shrieking.

When the lights come back on, Richtofen is staring wide-eyed at the blood gushing out of the stump where his right foot used to be. He screams so loudly that his voice cracks.]

[ Surprisingly, as long as nobody was getting on his nerves Ganondorf remained extremely calm, standing against a wall next to where the syringes had come from, with his two swords in hands and keeping an eye on everyone. However, Richtofen's tantrum more than qualified as something getting on his nerves.

More so as it attracted unwanted attention. He was literally about to go and snap his neck when the lights went out-- Only to witness the wonderful spectacle offered by the tower as soon as the light went back on. How glorious. And nothing had happened to any of them aside from Richtofen. There was some justice after all.

Finally, these long days spent with all these fools had been made worth it.

... Richtofen better be shutting up quickly, however. ]

[He wasn't the only one annoyed by the tantrum. In fact, had the lights had not gone out he'd have set Richtofen on dark fire. Yet again, the tower beat him to the punch. Lamenting the wasted opportunity, he lit a fire in his left hand while he walked over ever so slowly.]

When are you ever going to learn to keep your mouth shut?

[Dude he doesn't want to be in here with Ganon's spells bouncing all over the place because of someone deflecting it with a household item. Provoking whatever's out there was something he would have done when he first arrived. ...Actually he still would, considering he's knocking on the door.]

Thanks for that, by the way!

[Who knows if it was sincere or just sarcastic. One thing was for sure: whatever did that to the scientist was giggling, and Ira had to like that a little bit.]

[Things he does not need right now: that snotty little brat's commentary. Richtofen's pain and frustration bubbles up into words, and he begins to babble in a string of mixed German and English. Because the shift in languages is unintentional, the translators in his collar allow everyone to hear exactly what he's saying without a problem.]

Stupid shit shit shit fuck go die that hurts that hurts fuck shit fuck no!

[Truly beautiful.

As soon as the initial shock subsides, Richtofen sits up and rips off his uniform jacket. Oblivious to the fire in Ira's palm, he presses the cloth to his wound as firmly as he can with his hands shaking like they are. He hisses in pain. His face is decidedly more pale than usual, and it's quickly starting to shine with sweat.

He continues to babble through gritted teeth.]

Stupid, fuck, stupid blood, shit, stop, stop, damn it, stop!

[Naoya sighs and heads over towards Richtofen and kneels a bit.]

Let me help with that. You're going to have trouble tying that on your own.

[ Ganondorf could not help but grin as the giggle replied to Ira, but soon turned to Richtofen as he was taking care of his lost foot. He looked serious enough now. Someone here is losing patience. ]

You can die in what way you prefer, Richtofen. [He paused.] However from now on, you are going to shut your mouth completely, absolutely and definitely. If I hear a word from you, a breath-- No, a mere reminder of the fact that you exist, I will kill you. [A smile.] And, I will enjoy it.

[ Needless to say, the threat is only effective after his leg has been "treated" by the good people of this room. And anyone defending Richtofen is getting the death treatment as well. ]

[Annika was getting just as annoyed as everyone else with Richtofen's previous screaming and yelling and banging about. But the new screaming and yelling? Well, he had just gotten his foot removed. Perhaps he was entitled to using a whole lot of nasty language.

She's not particularly horrified... more like stunned. And waiting for a moment to put a word in edgewise through all the gloating and self-satisfaction from the others.]

Does anyone...

[Ganondorf's far more serious threats give her pause, though. She turns her head his way, looking astonished. That was a side of him she hadn't seen yet...

Voice raising, feeling more resolved, she tried again.]

Does anyone in here know how to heal? Or to properly perform first aid?! [Although she only waited a few moments before shoving her way on over to Richtofen. She knew first aid, at least...]

[Ira rolls his eyes. Poor newbie must have got caught in this mess like Ryoji did.]

I know Cure, but I doubt it's strong enough for that. [Not that he'd use it on this guy, though. The jerk.

...

Also what were half of those words he used he doesn't know.]

[Before he can growl more than a few profanities at Naoya, Richtofen is cut off by the self-satisfied, disgusting crap coming out of Ganondorf's mouth. That actually gets him to shut up for a moment, but only so that he can give him a properly venom-laced glare.

He turns his head back to his wound, and, though he speaks again, it's in a harsh whisper. It seems more like a natural reaction to the pain he's in than an answer to Ganondorf's request, however ill-timed it may be.]

I hate you sooooo much, oh mein gott...

[Next, his head snaps to the corpse girl. Admittedly, he had been trying to be courteous to her, but right now, he's in no mood to keep up his attempts. She reminds him of the zombies that he hasn't been able to kill in far too long, and he has to fight to battle away images of shooting her through the head or stabbing her in the neck. He just needs to kill one zombie, one zombie, just one zombie...]

I am a doctor! I- Arrgh... [He looks around at the people that have gathered around him, then back to where he's holding his jacket against his ankle. The blood has more or less soaked the entire thing by now. His voice fluctuates between a shout and a whisper.] I'm a doctor, verdammt! I can- Ohh, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill those kids, aha-!

[He breaks off into a short, frantic laugh. Jesus, he's feeling lightheaded.]

Will you stop struggling? You're going to make yourself worse. Or we could kill you. Whichever works.

[Sure, he's got a full heal spell. Like hell he's gonna waste it on Richtofen though.]

[No one's going to be helpful? Not that she can much blame them, it seems that no one likes Richtofen... even she's unsettled by the fellow. But tending to him will shut him up, or so she hopes... so once she's elbowed her way close enough, and sees that he's bleeding clear through that jacket, she sets to work. Out comes her dinky little skinning knife, she yoinks a nearby spare bedsheet, and starts slicing it into strips as quickly as she can.]

You're a doctor? That's nice. You're in no state to doctor yourself. Hush.

[There's... something almost... comforting about that horrible look he's giving her. It seems proper. It's one she usually sees in the eyes of any human she approaches. So there's no delay in her bandage making, and no delay in her lashing the jacket tightly around his wound and adding an extra layer of fabric to try and halt the bleeding.]

It's this or I cauterize it. I don't think you'd like that. So hush, and maybe someone else will help you other than me.

[...a girl could hope.]

[Richtofen has a mind full of things he'd like to say to the girl, all of them profane and very, very rude. But she actually looks willing to help him for the time being, so he bites down harshly on his lip to stop himself. The pain that blossoms in his lip distracts him from the pain in his ankle for a very, very brief second.]

...Don't patronize me. [It's more of an annoyed mutter at this point, at least.] I have been - ow - have been tr-treating wounds like this since before you were born. Presumably.

[He doesn't actually know how long she's been undead for, whoops.]

I'll stop patronizing you when you stop... necessitating it.

[Did Annika tie that bandage off a little more roughly than strictly necessary? Yes. Yes, she did.]

If you don't like how I'm doing it, I can leave you to do it yourself.

[She's starting to understand why everyone else seems so fed up with him...]

[Ira waves it off.] Just let him do it.

[They weren't going to get any peace so long as he keeps living in the same space as them, so...

let him bleed]

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Event: Quarantine

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