Billy: *Picking up speed behind Garret, his arms flapping awkardly he rounds the corner seeing a group of people. Stopping suddenly at seeing eveyone he sees a girls with scales all over her body and just stares for a moment. Breaking out of his stupor when his stomach rumbles loudly* Uh....you must be the friends Garret was talking about....uh....you guys didn't find any food did you?
Ira: *frowns, flustered and at a loss* Look...I said I'm sorry... What do you want me to do, huh? We tried our best... We aren't at a deadend here. We're all together again, and now...we've got even more help... *steps closer, leaning forward with his face and keeps his hands tucked tightly in his armpits* We'll find some answers, okay? Just...please....please don't cry, it breaks the heart, girl.
Taryn: *turns at the sound of Garret's voice* You idiot! What the hell are you doing running around with a headwound? *catches sight of Billy* Who on earth is that? *snaps back to Garret* And don't think you can get past me by distracting me with some kid, you shouldn't have gone off in your condition! *admonishes a scaled finger at him, her scales rippling purple, pink and blue*
Lisette: *still convulsing with crying, though hearing Garret's voice, it lessens slightly. She looks up through teary eyes to see him and a flinch of a smile crosses her face. She turns to look at Ira.* I... I know Ira. *deep breath* I'm try... trying to stop. Give a second. *wipes at her eyes with her sleeve* Anyone got any tissues?
Garret: *visibly cringes as Taryn yells at him. A mental "told you so" crosses his brain. He motions for Billy to come forward.* Sorry... but I couldn't just sit here. *sighs and points to Billy* Honey? Can we keep him? *he grins awkwardly for a moment trying to lighten the mood* His name's Billy. I found him out.. *waves behind him* ..there.
Billy: *Seeing these people interact with each other he wonders what kind of friends they are. They certainly seem to talk to each other kind of strangely. Looking at the crying girl* Uh...is she ok?
Ira: *a broad smile of relief washes over his face and he turns to Taryn* Hey, what'd you do with -my- coat? I had some napkins in the right hand pocket, between the ketchup packets and the Snickers bar. *gestures at the new peacoat* What, you're changing clothing too to suit? No love for my massive man coat?
Taryn: *blinks at Billy and then at Garret and starts laughing, relief washing paler blues, yellows and white through her scales* Oh, you...idiot... *hugs him tightly before turning back to Ira* What? I...oh... I was trying to stay unseen... *flushes scarlet a bit as she remembers fully what she did* Your, er, your coat should be by the crates. *calls over* Lisette, you alright, hun?
Lisette: *just nods. She's still trying to get ahold of herself after her mini-meltdown*
Garret: Yeah, she shed the clothes and dropped them over there. *he points to near the TARDIS* I didn't bother to retrieve them, so they should still be there. *looks over to Taryn and Marcus* Looks like you adopted one as well. Does he have a name?
Billy: *Looking at how everyone seems to be happy to see each other he decides to wait until everyone has calmed down.*
Ira: *saunters over to the coat and starts riffling through the pockets, pulling out the snickers, the three ketchup packets, a stub of a pencil, some elastics, a twist tie and ah- finally - napkins of the fast-food variety* Here they are!! *waves them over his shoulder towards Lisette and stuffs everything else back in before shrugging the green coat back on, heads back to her, holding the napkins out to her.* They aren't as soft as tissues, but they'll work in a pinch, eh?
Taryn: *watches Ira with a baffled expression* You're like my gran, all that stuff in your damn coat... What're the ketchup packets for? Or do I not want to know? *unconsciously finds Garret's hand and holds it tightly, the scales on her hand picking up the colour of his skin, then turns back to him* Uh, this is Marcus, and this is his coat. *taryn grinned a little sheepishly* Apparently I'm too distracting just in my skin.
Lisette: *takes the napkins from Ira and wipes her eyes. They're a little rough on freshly crying eyes and she can't wipe them all that well because of it, but the sentiment was there* Thanks... *fleeting sob* ...Ira. I appreciate it. *looks at the others* Sorry I feel apart... I'm just... just... *can't figure out how to end the sentence, so she doesn't*
Garret: *smiles wryly and squeezes Taryn's hand back* You can say that again. From what I saw, you're very distracting in just your... scales. *chuckles and staggers a step* I think I need to sit down again. Too much excitement I think. *looks to Ira* Did you say you had a Snickers bar? Can Billy have it? I kinda promised to find him food, and a Snickers is like food... kinda.
Billy: *Perks up when he hears Garret talking about a Snickers bar* That would great if I could have it,the doctors always tell me I have an overactive metabolism so I'm always hungry.
Ira: Ketchup packets? No one else here ever pulled a fake accident? No one? No...aw, never mind, sometime I'm sure you'll get to see it. *Ira shrugs and shakes his head, smiling at Lisette* Hey you did great out there. You should be real proud o' yerself, really. Lil Firecracker... *stuffs his hands into his pockets and pulls out the snickers* Sure...don't know how -old- it is, but if you -want- it, then sure... *tosses it over Billy's way* Over-active metabolism eh? They say I got an over-active imagination, so I get yah. *grins*
Taryn: *flushes scarlet and tries to fade the colour first before trying to speak* So..uh, what exactly happened out there? I saw a bright light...
Lisette: *smiles at Ira, then turns to face Taryn* Well... we found a guard, um, dead. This other guard.. *points at Doul*..was coming, so Ira hopped into the dead one and made believe he caught me. When the other guard started getting suspicous, I flashed him and Ira took him out.
Garret: *just sits down on the crate he'd been sitting on before and listens. After, he looks down at Doul and frowns* And this is Doul? Is he... alright?
Billy: *Goes to grab the Snickers Bar out of the air, but misses, looking extremely awkward. After picking the bar and unwrapping it, he devours it in about 3 or 4 bites, smiling contenedly* Thanks mister, that hit the spot. *Looking around at the group and their surroundings* Uh...so what happens now?
Ira: *snorts at Lisette's comment before recovering him* You -gotta- come up with a better attack name than "flashing" dollface... But yeah, she like... firecracker'd Doul here, and I jumped into him, knocked him out and brought him here. We were thinking maybe we could ask him some questions about the "Barracks" they were trying to take Lisette to - some guy named Relay. Sound familiar anyone?
Taryn: *peers over Doul's form* You think he'll answer out questions? Is it safe? Should we maybe take his gun away from him, first, or something? *looks up to Billy* That's what we're trying to figure out, really...
Lisette: *gives Ira a stern look and then shrugs* I always associated the effect with a flashbang. *moves closer to the group again, now that she's gained a modicum of composure* I don't know how forthcoming he'll be considering, but we don't have much in the way of other options. In a perfect world we wouldn't have to interrogate anyone.
Garret: *shakes his head slowly* I agree. We'll just have to hope he doesn't hold a grudge. Lisette, he saw you obviously, but did he see Ira? If not, maybe we can help matters by hiding you while we ask him questions.
Billy: *Looking over when the scaled lady that Garret called Taryn* Uh...ok, thanks. *Looking at Ira* Sorry, I can't help, I've never heard of anybody called Relay or a place called the Barracks. I only woke up here a little while ago and found Garret.
Ira: Oh, yeah...that reminds me. The other guard we found, the one who was already dead - he'd been rolled. No id and no gun in his holster. So, maybe us having a fire arm would be a good idea, because someone out there's got a gun and it doesn't look like they're on the guard's side, so we'd better be cautious. When we're ready to ask him some questions, I can wake hm up... *steps closer*
Taryn: *takes the gun out of the holster and holds it unsurely* I've never fired a gun... Does anyone here know how to use one of these things? I'm probably more a danger than a help with it... *holds it out like a bag of dog feces* What exactly are we going to ask Doul, here, anyway?
Lisette: *holds out her hand to take the gun* I work... or worked, for a law enforcement division technically, so I'll take it unless someone else wants it. *sighs, she has no idea if her job will still exist if she ever gets back home, but oddly enough, that doesn't really depress her as much as she thought it might*
Garret: We could start by asking him where we are. I don't think jumping straight to asking about the Barracks or about some guy named Relay will go over very well. *moves to stand again, trying to look uninjured for when they wake Doul up* Does anyone else have a bad feeling about this? *looks around at all the faces. Taryn, Lisette, Ira, Billy, Marcus and back to Doul*
Billy: I'm with Garret, if we can find out where here is, we can figure out how to get out of here.....Uh....if you guys are good with that.
Ira: Man, what would the Cloak do... *paces for a second* Well, yeah, let's hide Lisette for now, just in case... Garret, you look like our muscle, so stay there and try to look like a tough guy he don't wanna mess with. Marcus and Billy, you two aren't very intimidating, so try to...y'know, look like you're nasty. Taryn, you're the level-headed one, so ask away. I'll keep him anchored so he doesn't try to book it, yeah? *grins about at them feeling quite proud of himself for a change*
Taryn: Uh, okay, *passes the gun over to Lisette* So, if we're trying to look professional about this, then let's sort out our questions now. We want to know where we are, and how we got here. Anything else?
Marcus: *Over the course of this conversation, Marcus has slowly recovered his wits in succeeding to subsume whatever substance he'd realeased. Feeling a bit more normal he begins to pay more attention to what's going on. Taryn is holding hands with a grumpy looking older guy. Great. Marcus shakes that from his head - he needs to concentrate on the task at hand. And perhaps now was the time to come clean too. Better now then when it might be MORE awkward.* Uh, guys? I- I should tell you...
Lisette: *takes the gun and retreats a few steps, tucking it into her belt after making sure the safety is on* Okay... let me know before you wake him up so I can hide. I'll be close though, in case anything goes... hinky.
Garret: *stands talls for a moment, then slumps a little* Where we are, how we got here and how close is the closest medical facility preferably. I'm not getting any better out here. *turns to face Marcus as he rejoins the group* Ahhh... he speaks. Okay, we're listening. *squeezes Taryn's hand again, it feels good and comforting in an odd sort of way.*
Billy: *Hearing Marcus speak, he'd almost forgotten he was there, being as quiet as he was. He turns towrds Marcus with an expectant look upon his face and waits for hime to finish*
Ira: Hrm? *Ira turns to look at him, crouching by Doul with his hands readied, and catching on to the connection between them*
Taryn: *looks at Marcus in alarm, a sense of foreboding gripping her* What is it?
Marcus: *Now that the attention of the entire group is upon him, Marcus almost quails...They seem rather nice, all told, and he hates to think of what Taryn will think, but there's nothing for it. He pulls the gun he took off the dead guard from the waist of his pants, under his shirt, careful to hold it by the barrel, handle towards the others* I- I know what happened to that guard. It was me. I didn't mean to! He shouted at me, and came at me and then I kinda freaked out and when I calmed down...*He stops short...swallows then continues* I took his gun and wallet and hid. I don't know what's happening to me, but...well I don't think looking scary will be a problem. *he lays the gun carefully on the ground and kicks it over to the one dressed as a guard, across the circle. Then he holds out his hands, palm up and tries to make the claw-things again. Nothing happens, although inknown to him, Marcus' eyes have once again gone strange, looking like nothing so much as two tarnished mirrors.*
Lisette: *just pauses where she is, wide eyed* You... killed him? *she instinctively reaches for the gun, just in case*
Garret: *automatically steps in front of Taryn without even thinking. The fog in his mind clearing for the moment* You better choose your words very carefully. Why? Why did you do it? *the air around Garret and the rest is starting to get turbulent, but not quite as consistantly as before, in the warehouse*
Billy: *Hearing what Marcus said, he is shocked, but he can see that Marcus is distraught over it* Uh...guys, before we get carried away I ahve something to tell you as well...not that I killed anybody. *he adds quickly* It's pretty obvious that you guys all have some kind of powers and I think I know why I woke up here too. I also can do something that ordinary people can't do. *He pauses to see the reactions on everybody's face before he continues. Before he tells his secret he wants to make sure nobody with get angry at him*
Ira: Shit, that's heavy, son. *doesn't look frightened or alarmed at all, just purses his lips thoughtfully* Well, *smiling hopefully at the others, hoping to lgihten the mood somewhat* At least we know where the other gun is. Shall we stay on track here, and get to Doul before he turns into a vegetable?
Taryn: *before she has a chance to get defensive, Garret's standing in front of her and threatening Marcus. But Taryn -saw- him after he'd killed the guard, what a shaking mess he was, and felt a pang of sorrow for him* Hey, calm down everyone... I'm sure he's not the only one who's had accidents with their powers as they got used to using them... *places a significant hand on Garret's arm and steps out from behind him to stand next to Doul* I agree with Ira - for once - let's just find out what's going on first, before we turn on each other. *looks at Billy* I kind of figured you'd have something different about you...all of us do. You don't have to worry about it, no one here will judge you. *confidently speaks for all of them on that count*
Marcus: *Steps back from the blonde gent with wind building around him, suddenly regretting his decision. As the others speak however, he begins to feel better about it - after all, he should've expected a much worse reaction. A flash of gratitude goes through him as Taryn speaks up in his defense.* I don't know -why- I killed him - I just reacted. I have some idea how...but its not working right now... I don't know, maybe I have to be threatened or something for it to work. Please, can we figure this out later? I just want to get out of here.
Lisette: *eases back a bit as Taryn and Ira stand up for the kid* Okay, lets everyone calm down a bit here. *she's speaking as much to herself as the others* Like Ira said, we can deal with this later. Alright?
Garret: *calms as Taryn lays her hand on his arm* Okay... you all are right. I don't know what we're gonna do about this, but right now we have other concerns. *he turns to Billy* Yeah kid, I knew you were one of us when you wouldn't shut up about food. *he smiles and chuckles, making sure Billy knows he's joking* Okay, Marcus, we need to talk later. I promise not to freak out again.
Billy: *breathes a sigh of relief* Yeah, I figured something was up when I saw everyone. It was just confirmed for me when Marcus' eyes changed colour just now.
Ira: Really? I thought Taryn the Lizard-babe over there woulda tipped you off. *winks at Taryn to show it's all in friendly jest* Yeah, how's it going... I'm Ira, Mr. Personal Magnetism, apparently, and this is Lisette, Miss Flashbang, and Garret, the Incredible Gust, and uh, yourselves. *finishing lamely, he shrugs and grabs Doul's neck with one hand* Alright, we're getting consciousness in 3... 2... 1...
Taryn: Lizard-Babe? Gee, thanks Ira. *shakes her head and readies herself to ask some questions, after all, is she or isn't she a freelance journalist? This is about as freelance as it gets*
Marcus: *For the first time noticing something odd about Ira when he's near the guard...like a sense of gravity, or something...* What exactly are we going to do to him?
Lisette: *backs up to go around the corner, out of sight of Doul when he awakens. Just in case* Okay, please let this work. Please! *she whispers to herself*
Garret: *does his best to look large and intimidating, even with a splitting headache* The Incredible Gust? *he mutters to himself as the guard starts to twitch and regain consciousness* He's coming around, everyone ready?
Billy: *Trying to look as intimidating as a pimply faced 17 year old can* I'm ready.
Ira: *keeps a hold of him, just in case and nods to Taryn as Doul's eyes slowly flutter open, a low moan coming out of him*
Doul: Owww.... What the-- *struggles to move, but manages only in twitching his boots with Ira holding onto his spine* Hng!!
Taryn: Hi there Mr. Doul. We'd like to ask you a couple questions. It'd be better for everyone if you just answered us as concisely as you could so we can all go our separate ways, alright? First things first - where exactly are we right now? *fails entirely at being intimidating, and just sounds like an avid paparazzi reporter*
Marcus: *Shudders a bit at seeing the guard struggle with Ira's hand apparently -in his body holding tight to his spine- but then remembers that he's supposed to be terrifying. He does his best to attain the look of sullen, careless arrogance and elegant danger he sees on his friends at the goth club - a look he so badly wanted to attain. Maybe then he'd come into his own right? People respect someone with that look. What he achievs is remarkably close considering his slim build and that he was wearing ratting black jeans and a slim fitting T-shirt with some fishnet he cut out of a pair of stockings over his arms. In fact the look is only comprimised by the fact the he is clearly trying so hard to achieve it.*
Lisette: *simply waits, listening intently at the answers to come*
Garret: *stands with his chest puffed out, hands on his hips in his best impersonation of the mechanics, dock workers and general blue collar folks he knows. He's never been a scrapper, but he's seen them and does his best to look like one right now.*
Billy: *Impressed by the conciseness of Taryn's questions stands quietly waiting for the guy stuck to the end of Ira's arm to answer, though he does admit to himself that that is kinda odd, even for this bunch*
Ira: *twinges the guard's neck ever so slgihtly, making him squirm again fruitlessly* It's really best for -you- that you answer quickly if you wanna still be able to walk away when we're done... *ira's growl is actually one he's had to use before, a nasty, gritty sound, one completely at odds with his usual happy-go-lucky countenance*
Doul: Agkh!! Ah...okay...okay...It's just a storage complex for Phaeton Development and Industry, just preshipping cargo... *breathing heavily through his nose, half-snorting from the pain and gritting his teeth between sentances*
Taryn: Alright... And what city is this? How far from this complex is the nearest road, transport system or hospital? *Isn't sure what the Phaeton complex has to do with anything, but knows better than to throw out facts in case they come in handy. she tacks another question onto her mental list and keeps eyecontact with the struggling Doul*
Marcus: *Simply waits, doing his best to ignore the guard's pain and thinks on what he's learned...Feyten? Who the hell are they?*
Lisette: *waits, listening as she has been. Her conscience is bugging her a little, but she knows they're fresh out of options overall. Still, she prays Doul is cooperative enough and no one gets hurt*
Garret: *growls in a low baritone, trying to sound tough, as he waits for each of Doul's answers*
Billy: *Waits until Doul finishes telling everything he knows*
Ira: *keeps a firm grip but doesn't say much else, just breathing down Doul's neck a little*
Doul: What...city? It's Torfield, jesus! *squirms* We're about 40 minutes from town by car, but- gnnhk... but there's a supply train that passes through Torfield's industrial district that's about a half-hour trip... *snorts, his cheeks quite red by now* The only hospital in Torfield's Greene General on the other side of town - it's over an hour from here...
Taryn: *tosses a glance at Garret and shifts slightly* So what does Phaeton want with us? Why were we brought here - and more importantly, -how-?
Marcus: *Starts to suspect that the guard knows as little as his companions do, but nevertheless keeps his mouth shut.*
Lisette: *stays hidden, but takes mental note of what Doul is telling them. It seems that if they want to get Garret to a hospital, they're gonna need a vehicle*
Garret: *glares at Doul, he's not very happy about the information he'd getting, and that just adds to the intimidating looks he's giving*
Billy: *shocked to find out that he's not in his own city anymore and wondering just how it was done, but trying not to show it, looks on as stoically as he can to the questioning*
Ira: *quirks an eyebrow at them, having been pulled from the east coast aaaaall the way to the west coast* Shit. *he didn't mean to say it out loud, but it sounded just as disgruntled as anything else, and Doul couldn't get a good look at him from where he was lying anyway.*
Doul: It...it's probably not Phaeton themselves - they're a development company...transport goods mostly, manufacture gadgets for companies and military and stuff... It's Relay...he gets all the turn-ups... takes them off to someone else -- I don't know who... *whimpers despite himself, tears starting to form at the edges of his eyes*
Taryn: *blinks at that, her scales unconsciously picking up the colours of the bricks and the dirt and cement, making her turn a garish mix of rust and cold grey* Relay? Who is he, and why is he taking people away? -WHY- are people turning up on Phaeton's complex grounds? How many other have shown up besides us? *taryn is started to get the journalist's buzz on the story, milking doul for all he's worth, and planning to find out the rest of the story, one way or another.
Marcus: *Relay? That's a pretty cool name. Thinks Marcus in spite of himself,* Sounds like a smuggling operation, *he says, unaware at first that he's spoken aloud, when he does, he snaps his mouth shut with a muttered* Sorry Taryn.
Lisette: *she's heard the name Relay before, but now she is starting to learn why he's called Relay*
Garret: *remains looking intimidating*
Billy: *thinks to himself, this is just getting weirder and weirder. To find out that this has been going on for awhile is disturbing to say the least and it's starting to make him angry*
Ira: *Ira frowns, thinking about a couple strange things he'd noticed before this had started and in true nerd fashion begins to put together conspiracy theories*
Doul: *quivers as he watches taryn change colours* ...the fuck!? *tries to squirm again and his legs spasm as he twinges his own spine against Ira's hand* GURK!! Haa....hah.... *drools spittle before his eyes focus again* Relay runs the compound, he's got the highest security clearance... He can access parts of the compound I've never even seen, okay! Please... *snivels* I don't know why he's taking them... He's working for someone higher up, okay? I don't know why people are showing up... but it's always in the storage containers that they appear, and we got orders tat if we find them we pass them on to Relay... I'm just doing my job... *chokes on another sob* I'm a security guard for chrissakes! I don't know about any of this weird shit... *leaks more tears and blubbers*
Taryn: *frowns at him and glances around quickly at the others* I don't think you do, Mr. Doul... but any information you have could help us. We need to get out of here. We need to get back to the city. We haven't done anything wrong, and we just want to go home - simple as that. *she elegantly glosses over Marcus' involvment with the other guard's death and offers a small, pitying smile* Just help us get out of here and you'll never hear from us again, alright?
Marcus: *Starting to feel rather bad for the guard, considering he's just a working stiff, Marcus starts to relax a bit, and contemplates encuraging the others to let him go - Marcus was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable seeing the guard in such pain. For the time being however, he holds his peace, worried he'll seem weak.*
Lisette: *moves her hand away from the gun. She's heard enough to not worry about this guy now. So, she simply slumps against the wall and waits*
Garret: *shakes his head* Alright... I think we're done here. Ira... can you remove your hand from his spine now. I think Mr Doul would love to show us the quickest way out of here and into town. Then he can go on his merry way I think. Sound alright to you Mr Doul?
Billy: *glad that the interrogation is over; he was starting to get embarrased for the guy; he looks forward to getting out of here* I'm ready to go when everybody else is.
Ira: Alright, I'm going to let go of you know, but you gotta take it slow standing up or you're gonna hurt yourself. We'll help walk you to the nearest vehicle so we can get out of your way, alright? *slowly pulls his hand out of the man's neck but keeps the connection of the magnetism strong between them just in case*
Taryn: *took a step back and adjusted her borrowed coat* Alright then, let's go as quickly as possible. I'd like to avoid more trouble if we can. Everyone, keep your eyes peeled... *makes a motion for Ira to lead Mr. Doul back towards the Barracks*
Garret: *nods* Sounds like a plan to me. The sooner we get away from this area, the better in my eyes. *looks to Doul* You will of course, skirt any of your buddies you know are out there. Right? *glares intimidatingly for emphasis* We have a guardian angel watching our backs just in case.
Ira: *grins to himself at the angel comment and keeps moving forward nice and steady, knudging Doul along gently, coming out in sight of the distant fence* Alright, so are we going to use the gate door, or climb the fence? *glances at Doul's tubby form and shakes his head* Right, you can't climb the fence, to the door then...
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