New...Friends? (Wayward Saga)

Garret: *sits there, nervously waiting for someone to return, feeling useless right about now* Damnit! *tries to stand, and after a few tries, shuffles off towards the direction Taryn went, slowly. He's not sure where she went, but heading in the general direction of the light flash seemed smart* Taryn! *he whispers from now and then, calling out to her. Turning a corner he hears voices in the distance, but not the words themselves* Taryn? Is that you? Did you find them? *shuffles on, his head swimming a little but he's trying his best to focus and go on regardless*
Billy: *comes around the corner of the warehouse and sees a guy standing there, calling out a name. Before he can step back he stumbles and kicks some pebbles noisily.* Um, hi, my name is Billy, do you know where we are? And, um, do you have any food?
Garret: *stumbles when he hears Billy's voice. He spins to face the youth and then his world spins in return. Dropping to one knee, he tries to combat the wave of nausea unsuccessfully and vomits. After a few seconds of spitting and clearing the acid from his throat, he looks at Billy through watery eyes and clears his throat* Where did you come from?
Billy: *Seeing the man startle and then begin to vomit he run over slowly, arms flapping awkardly at his side.* Uh, I just woke up around the corner, but I don't know where I am now. *not getting too close to the vomit* Uh, are you ok?
Garret: *shakes his head* Join the crowd kid. *pulls himself to his feet once more* And no... I'm not okay. Have you seen anyone else around here? Anything strange? *wonders where the others are*
Billy: Sorry mister I don't know anything about this place. I only woke up a little while ago. I would have stayed where I was, but I got hungry and decided to try and find some food, you don't have any do you. *looks around to see if anybody else is coming, his skinniness is very evident in jeans and a t-shirt with close cropped brown hair on his head*
Garret: *pauses long enough to look over his shoulder at Billy* Sorry, the name's Garret. *starts going again* And yeah, you can follow, just stay back in case we run into anything... unpleasant. *wonders why this kid is soo preoccupied with food. Sure, Garret was hungry, but this kid kept going on and on about it*
Billy: Ok, thanks mister..I, uh, mean Garret. *falls in just behind Garret.* What do mean run into anything unpleasant? *starts looking around even more incase something might jump out at him.*
Garret: Just stick close kid. *keeps moving towards some voices he can hear a way ahead* I might be less than one hundred percent right now kid, but I'll keep you safe. And maybe find you food too. *keeps moving, carefully*
Billy: Ok, thanks. *Keeping as close, but without interfering with Garret he walks along wondering who is talking ahead of them and if they have anything to eat* Uh, what's wrong with you anyway.
Garret: *edges towards the voices, unsure of exactly where they are coming from* Billy ws it? I might have a concussion, that's all. *he tried to downplay the situation, since there was no sense in alarming the kid*
Billy: *Following along behind Garret* A concussion? Uh...how'd you manage that?....I mean considering I just woke up on the ground around the corner, and have no idea where I am, I'm a little curious as what's going on you know. *As he continues to follow behind Garret he can hear the voices up ahead and wonders what else is going to happen to him today*
Garret: I went head first through a plate glass skylight. Any other questions? *he was starting to get a bit surly. Partlty because of the concussion, partly due to the endless questions and partly because her was worried about the others* Sorry kid, I didn't mean to snap at you, I'm just concerned for my friends is all.
Billy: Uh....that's ok, I'd probably be snappy if I went through a window.
Garret: *turns a corner and pauses* A dead end? *looks around in confusion* I thought for sure the voices were coming from this way. *turns and tries to listen, catching that the voices have moved. He starts backtracking a little then pauses again* Hey kid? Do you hear any voices? Or am I losing it completely?
Billy: *Pausing when they turn a corner* Uh....I hear voices, so you aren't losing it. Should we head back the way we came ya think?
Garret: *pauses, listening* That's good. I wasn't sure whether my head was playing tricks on me as well as threatening to explode. *catches Taryn's voice calling his name, reorients himself and heads towards her* This way kid. I think they snuck past us somewhere. Sounds like they're back at the warehouse... where I was supposed to stay put. *frowns knowing Taryn's gonna yell at him*
Billy: Oh...ok. I'm right behind you then. *Keeping close to Garret he start moving back the way they came.*

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Ira: *blinks and then grins* Cooooooool. Uh, i knocked out the guard, but I'm not sure how long for... We'd better get out of here... Hey! Let's check this guard! he hasn't been rolled! *bends down and starts going through his pockets*
Taryn: *sneaks forward, starting to lose a sense of where the light was, now that she can't see it anymore, and turns on a whim, trying to find some sign of Ira and Lisette*
Lisette: *crouches and starts helping Ira rifle through the second guards pockets* Speak out if you find anything useful. *finds another set of keys and the standard pager thus far*
Ira: No wallet either...but lookee what I got! *pulls out a card pass with photo ID on it* Looks like Mr... *reads it* Barry Doul is a Class S member of Phaeton Development and Industries... *tosses it to Lisette* Mean anything to you?
Marcus: Is...Who's there?? *Marcus is cowering in the shadow of a storage container, his hands stuck firmly in his armpits.*
Lisette: *looks at the ID and shakes her head* Never heard of it. And it doesn't answer any questions, does it? *looks around* Maybe we shiould go back. I think if we stay here, we're just going to find more trouble. *stands* Should we just leave him here? *points at Mr Doul* Or bring him along to ask him some questions?
Ira: You want I should puppet him back to the others? Might be handy to have a guard about in case we run into any more personnel... *ponders this, looking down at Mr. Doul.*
Taryn: *stills, whipping about, and focussing to keep hidden against the pattern of the wall. Catches sight of Marcus and blinks. before she can stop herself, she asks* Who are you?
Marcus *panics at the apparently disembodied voice* Agh!! Where are you? What do you want with me?? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?? *A pale boy of maybe 17 or 18 Marcus is nigh incomprehensible, and has no thought for the noise he is making. As he stands suddenly, his hands come out from under his arms, covered in blood.*
Lisette: Do you think he'd answer our questions? Can you... I don't know... read his mind or anything while in there? *is creeped out, but not as badly as she is scared*
Ira: Uh, not really... *scratches his hair* more like... I can communicate with his nerves and joints and skin and stuff. *struck by a sudden thought* I'd be the most bad-ass doctor EVER!
Taryn: Woah...woah there... Calm down. I'm like you, lost here, and ....*watching the bloody hands worriedly, still not letting herself be seen in case this one's dangerous* And, I'm -different- too...
Marcus: *Wind seems to go out his sails, and he sinks back to the ground* I-I'm dangerous...you should stay back...I don't know how to make it stop...*as he sinks to the ground a stray beam of light catches his eyes and the iris shines strangely* Do you know how to make it stop?? *Struck by this idea, Marcus looks imploringly to where he thinks the voice issues from, revealing in the moonlight his iris and pupil are silver and mirrored.*
Lisette: *sighs* Well, I think the only way were gonna find anything out is if we question him, so do your thing Ira. *regrets it already* And we'll hope that he is forthcoming when questioned.
Ira: Ooookay, you gottit! *sinks back intot he unconscious guards body and brings him upright, wiggling him around to move him normally* "What do you think? Does this one make me look fat? I simply don't know -which- guard to wear!" *jokes, trying to lighten the mood, but has a rather demented sense of humour* "Okay, let's go back"
Taryn: I'm sorry... I don't know how to make it stop... I can't make mine go away either... *lets her face resolve back to normal brown hair and cream-coloured scales* I'm just looking for my friends... Have you seen a tall, gangly redhead and a shortish girl around here? *keeps the rest of herself in cover and doesn't approach* Do you know where 'here' is?
Marcus: *The boy starts when a face, though definately a pretty one, if somewhat...scaly... appears in the wall before him* Ah-! Uh...Hi there. I'm afraid I don't know anything. Well no, I know that I woke up here and then when I went outside someone yelled at me and- *he cuts of at the mention of the guard* and then I woke up here and I heard you. *he finishes somewhat lamely*
Lisette: That, is -NOT- funny Ira... stop it. *she visibly shudders* Look at what life has come to... *she mutters to herself as they head back towards the others* Just, don't hurt him. We need all the help we can get. *shudders again*
(Ira) Doul: "Aw, cummon... It was just a joke..." *waves Doul's hands dismissively and heads back towards the fence, getting ready to climb back over.* "Aw man, this guy is heavy. It's gonna be hard to scale the fence with this guy on. I'm going to look for a gate in the fence. You want to climb over or shall I escort you, m'lady?"
Taryn: Someone yelled at you...? *worried that they're not alone here* Oh, that's no good. I hope they're okay... *wonders if she should leave this kid here or if she should bring him with* Uh, look, I've got to find my friends...so... uh... *starts moving past him towards the area where the light went off, watching him to see what he'll do*
Marcus: Where are you going? C-could I come with you? *contact with another human being (or close enough) seems to be helping the young man's composure, and he straightens his shoulders a bit, stand up straights, though still keeping to the shadows.* I'd like to come with you, if its not too much trouble...I want to find out what's going on. *He glances back at the corner where he'd been hiding with a self deprecating smile* I can't really do that hiding here can I?
Lisette: *looks at the fence* I'm climbing over. If you find a gate, great, but I'm gonna try and get back to tell Taryn and Garret what we found. And warn them when they see a guard coming towards them. *starts up the fence, over the top and down before dropping to her feet again* Just hurry up Ira. Please.
(Ira) Doul: "Hey, I'm moving this lug as fast as he'll go... So just go on ahead, I'll catch up." *glances at Doul's watch* "You're, like already two minutes late to get back to them. Don't worry about me." *waves her onward and hoofs the other way looking for a doorway*
Taryn: *takes a breath and lets the rest of herself come into view, fully hard-scaled and tinged brown and red from the surrounding colours* Yeah, you can come. i know how it is, wanting answers and not having any. That's what my friends and I were trying to find out ourselves... No point in staying hidden if you're following tho'... Come on, I think they were this way... *heads towards the fence*
Marcus: Thanks I- *Marcus cuts short when he processes the fact that the girl before isn't wearing anything, and despite a clear struggle not to, his ears and cheeks burn red.* Can I get you a - I have a coat here if you like. *He shrugs out of a black wool peacoat while determinatedly averting his eyes. When he steps out of the shadow with the coat, he is revealed to be about 5'9" standing tall, with unruly dark hair, worn in a careless sweep back from his high forhead. Now that he's not cowering in terror he looks a bit older, maybe closer to 19 or 20* Here. Please.
Lisette: *goes on ahead, trying to retrace their steps back to the others. After a moment or two, she turns the corner to find a scaly Taryn and a young man she's never seen before* Taryn? *pauses, unsure of what was happening and why Taryn is naked again*
(Ira) Doul: *find a gate and seeing that it's padlocked, pulls doul's keys out of his pocket and starts trying to find a key that works. after 3 or 4 he finds one and unlocking the gate, heads out, locking it behind himself for safe measure* "Bingo... Now then..." *picks his direction and starts heading back, trying to find the way back to the warehouse, hoping to catch up with Lisette en route*
Taryn: Er... thank you... *takes the boy's coat gratefully before being startled by Lisette's sudden appearance* Lisette! i'm so glad you're alright... I saw the flash and thought the worst... *trails off, noticing for the first time that Ira's no where to be seen* Where's Ira? What happened?
Marcus: *Marcus glances back towards the two girls, now that the scaly one was safely covered; she was too pretty by half...he kicked himself internally for being so awkward. Time to make a better impression* Uh, Hi there. I'm Marcus, by the way. We probably shouldn't hang around in the open. There are guards...uh...around. *surreptitiously, Marcus slides his bloodstained hands behind his back* My... outburst, won't have helped matters in that regard...*Marcus flushes again, remembering the embarrassing panic that had taken hold of him*
Lisette: *the shorter of the two women, cute in that slightly doughy, girl-next-door kind of way, looks at Marcus with a critical eye* Marcus huh? You know about the guards? *looks at Marcus' hands behind his back* You wouldn't know about one we found with leasions on his throat, would you?
(Ira) Doul: *comes up behind them* "Oh, hey, there you are..." *waves Douls are at them and smiles his borrowed mouth genially, twitching for a moment as he prevents the swimming mind from regaining consciousness*
Taryn: Lesions on its throat? Like, just lying there? *catches sight of Doul and jumps back, nearly bumping into marcus* Jesus! lisette! there's one right behind you! *reflexively goes black like the coat she's wearing from head to foot*
Marcus: Lesions, like...cuts? On his throat? Is he...*Marcus notices the guard at almost the same time as the camo-girl, and leaps forward, bare millimetres from running into her, as he springs at the guard, shouting* Run! You two, go find your friends, I'll handle this! *Something instinctive grabs hold of Marcus, the instict to protect, to defend...and also to attack. He lands in a half-crouch between the two girls and the Guard, streams of silver begining to run down his arms and hands, and his pupils entirely subsumed, his eyes, mirrors.*
Lisette: *immediately gets between the guard and the others, even in front of the new guy* Whoa! It's Ira! It's okay, he's... on our side. *turns to face Ira in the guards body* Be careful, we have a newcomer. Try not to freak him out... he seems to be one of us. *looks back over her shoulder at the silvery man*
(Ira) Doul: "Jeez! I thought you said you were going to warn them in advance..." *waves again at Marcus, a little wary* "Hi, I am not Mr. Doul, but actually Ira. Mr. Doul," *gestures to the guard's body with one borrowed hand* "Is unconscious at the moment. Where's Garret?* *looks around*
Taryn: Ira? *squints at Doul* There's got to be a way of figureing out when it's you or not. This skin-thin rattles my nerves something fierce. *sighs and runs a scaled hand through her hair* Garret wasn't well-enough to come with. I left him at the warehouse, which, we should all get back to before he starts to worry. *starts moving back that way* Did you guys manage to find anything?
Marcus: *Marcus takes a deep breath, calming his instictive rush, and relaxing his stance. In doing so, he notices that the streams of silver running down his arms had collesced into five shing blades extending from his fingertips. Each is almost six inches long. It looks like he is wearing two skeletal, clawed gauntlets. He stares at his hand for a moment, completely flumoxed. His voice weak, he murmers* ...What's happening to me?
Lisette: I didn't have time to mention that "Oh, by the way, Ira is wearing a guard like a suit" yet. *sighs* I was a little distracted by the new guy okay? *rolls her eyes* But yeah, where's Garret? *looks to Taryn" Did something happen to him? *she goes white*
Doul (Ira): Well, at least this one isn't dead. I gotta tell you, the dead ones feel -gross-. And this guy might have some answers for us when he regains consciousness... so let's get 'im to a place with less cameras and find Garret, yeah?
Taryn: *goes ash pale momentarily* Ira, that's disgusting. What were you doing in a dead guard anyway? Wait-- I don't wanna know. Let's just get back before something else happens, okay?
Marcus: *As the conversation between the others progresses, Marcus tries to simply fade into the background and not think to hard about the dead guard situation. Instead, he looks down and examines the silvery stuff on his arms. The claws are no longer the shining silver they were at first, already covered in a slightly ruddy-black tarnish. They looked like...iron or possibly some alloy of it.*
Lisette: *still looking at Taryn, curious as to where Garret actually is right now* Ira has a point. I'm not sure what would happen if that guard were to awake with Ira in him, but I doubt he'd be very forthcoming with information. So, can we please get to someplace a little less... exposed?
Doul (Ira): Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'm the creep... *waves Doul's arms about* But this guy's ready to pop okay, so let's go. *starts heading back the way to the warehouse, shaking Doul's head* Geeze, jus' tryin' ta help here... *grumbles*
Taryn: Uh, right... Yeah, I left Garret back at the warehouse. Hopefully he stayed put. He's still pretty wobbly, so I hope he hasn't done anything stupid... *follows back along the passageway, keeping an eye out for trouble*
Marcus: *Noticing Taryn leaving, he snaps out of his reverie and moves to keep up with her. Now would not be the best time to be left with strangers, and the cute girl wearing his coat is at least somewhat less strange. Except for the whole scales thing of course.* Uh hold on! *he calls softly to her as he nears.*
Lisette: *starts following behing Doul/Ira* You're doing well Ira. *she whispers to him* You're handling all of this better than any of us frankly. Thank you. *she sighs, wishing she was more useful* Okay... lets find Garret and then maybe we can find out where the nearest hospital is.
Doul (Ira): *comes around the corner to the space where the warehouse is* "Aah, my TARDIS! just where I left her... Hey Garret? You doing okay, man?"
Taryn: *just behind Ira, watching the bulky security guard body and trying to see the man beneath it with difficulty, mutters* Seriously, that is sooo harrowing... *then, rounding the corner* Garret?
Lisette: *is following right behind Marcus, who seems to want to stay closest to Taryn, but as such, can't see a damned thing* You and your TARDIS... I think you have an unhealthy obsession with whatever the heck it is. *rests against the wall, still trying to keep her mind off the bigger situation or else she'll break down*
Doul (Ira): "Aw... what the hell..." *wanders over to the TARDIS, flips up the tarp a little and checks that Garret hasn't igured out a way into it, steps back and shrugs, a little disappointedly* "Hey, dollface, when all this is over, I'm sitting you down and we are watching some Who together, because if you only knew the full implications of a TARDIS...you'd be as excited as I am right now." *tries to make Doul's face into his tell-tale manic grin and fails, achieving instead a dirty-uncle face* "Aw hell, this guy can't even smile right..." *grumbles and turns aound in the open space.* "So, where is he?"
Taryn: TARDIS? What, that thing? I thought it was supposed to look like an olf Police Box, or something... More -importantly- where'd he go? The man is clearly concussed, for crying out loud... *cups her hands to her mouth* GARRET?
Lisette: We lost Garret!? What the... *slumps against the wall, her chest rising and falling as her last bit of composure dries up and she starts sobbing* Why is this happening to us? *sob* Why? Someone answer me!?
Doul (Ira): *turns around as Lisette starts crying* "Oh, hey now... woah, woah... If ya didn't like being called Dollface that much, all you had to do was say so..." *melts out of Doul's body, and the guard falls semi-conscious to the ground, and Ira, stretching, steps out of him and over to her, hands outstretched, but keeping his distance* Hey... Lisette...you okay?
Taryn: *glances over to Lisette and sighs* We're all falling to pieces and we still don't know where we are or what's going on. Just great. God DAMN it, Garret, why didn't you just stay put? *grumbles to herself and crosses her arms over her chest*
Lisette: *still sobbing, she turns away from Ira* Am I okay? AM I OKAY!? Are any of us okay Ira? *sob* Like Taryn said. We still don't know anything. We've learned nothing! And now... now Garret is missing too. *her body spasms with her crying as it grows stronger*
Garret: *turns a corner and picks up speed, they sound closer now* Still with me kid? *picks up speed, turning one more corner and catching sight of the others, he relaxes a bit and shuffles forward into view* Geez... I'm gone for just a few moments and everything goes to hell? What's all this about?