We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus sat down and buckled in as Dace flew.

Damascus, 9th June, 8:06 PM​

The ship eventually arrived in Damascus, the city coming over the horizon. Though a large part of the city was destroyed, what was left was making a valiant effort to heal the damage and restore some semblance of normality. Dace would find a landing spot in a mostly rebuilt section of the city.

 

[Wackymon]

Medic got out, and began to walk to the nearest hospital.
The sectoid followed.
Engineer plopped down a teleporter exit in the ship, in case a quick-escape was needed.

 

[Demonjazz]

Dace decided that he would look for Shara cause that what's they went there for. So he looked for the nearest person and went over and asked them if they knew her.

 

[Chungus]

June 8th. Damascus, Syria.​

After a while of staying put in the building it had claimed, the bug decided to go explore a little. Moving back to the first floor, it moved a piece of furniture it had moved infront the door away, and left, having looked through the window if the coast was clear before hand. Sticking close to buildings or moving over rooftops, the bug looked the southern parts of the city over. Not seeing much reason to, it didn't kill anyone, nor did it eat any corpses in the few occasions it found one, even if it wanted to.

Although it would rather do something proactive, exploring didn't leave it dissatisfied, finding it to be fairly enjoyable. The bug would continue to occupy itself with exploring, while checking the news from time to time.

June 9th. Bab Mousalla, Damascus, Syria. 8:06 PM.​

On its second day in Damascus, the bug returned to its hideout building close to the hospital after another day of exploring. Ariving there, the bug entered through a broken window, having left the piece of furniture infront of the door now that people in the city began being more active.

Moving back to the highest floor, the bug retrieved its phone, and searched if there were any reports of illnesses from Kenya already. It found nothing. Nothing suprising, the bug thought. It had only been a short time. Stowing the phone away again after turning it off, the bug moved to a window and looked over the hospital, looking to see if things had quieted down there.

 

[Drakmorg]

Victoria had spent the entire flight sitting by herself in the corner she had claimed. When the space-ship landed she sat up and stretched her right arm. Putting her vest back on and gathering her things, she followed those leaving the ship.

"Let's just get this over with already."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus stepped out of the ship, looking around.

The nearest person Dace would find unfortunately didn't speak English.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

If Mr Bug checked news sources from around the world, he may learn of a miracle worker that had apparently appeared in South Carolina, in the United States.

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Joel, like Vicky, had spent the journey in a corner, avoiding everyone else. He quickly exited the ship when it landed. [color=003399]"So... where do we go now?"[/color] he asked.

 

[Demonjazz]

Dace did what many tourists did when they encountered the language barrier. Speak very slowly and loudly in his own language. "HOS-PIT-AL! HEAL-ING! WHEEERE IIIISSS!"

 

[username sucks]

Roland stood by himself and smoked another cigarette on the flight, keeping to himself.

He stepped out and looked around for some way to find Shara. After a few seconds, he turned to the sectoid. "[color=01A9DB]Can you lead us to Shara, sai?[/color]" He asked.

 

[Wackymon]

The sectoid paused, and tried to establish a psychic link to it.

Medic walked up to the local Dace was yelling at, being the one who healed half of the wounded. He pointed to the gun, and then tried to make a building shape.

 

[Chungus]

Previously:​

Finding it would be a good idea to keep up with global affairs in case anything about possible or confirmed extradimensional activities came up, the bug did learn about the mirracle healer in S. Carolina. It wasn't sure what to make of it, but commited the story to memory for later investigation.
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Presently:​

The bug continued looking down to the movement at the Damascus Hospital below, finding things had become more calm. The bug decided that when night would fall, it would approach the hospital more closely.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The local didn't recognise the Medic's gun, but did notice the red cross on his labcoat. He ignored Dace, having gotten somewhat used to people who though language barriers could be overcome by volume.

 

[Wackymon]

Medic continued to make a house gesture, before trying to make a gesture of a feminine figure.

 

[Kirke]

You slowly become aware that around you, a web is being weaved. It is subtle, the work of a deadly hunter. Had you not been totally focused on the ebbs and flows of the weaves around you, you would not have know until it was far too late. A quick weave of alarm to Sectoid begins to move you out of the trap, but you know they might not reach you in time. You prepare for your biggest challenge yet, to retake control over your own body. You will not have much time like that before you are overwhelmed, so you send another weave to reveal your location with haste on your mind.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The man watched the medic make a female shape figure, and shrugged. However, he pointed to the red cross on the Medic's labcoat, saying something in Arabic. He snapped his finers, trying to remember a word, before a lightbulb went off in his head. "Doctor?" He asked, seeming unsure of the word.

 

[Wackymon]

Medic nodded, "I am Medic, Doct-"

The sectoid grabbed the weave, and nodded, grabbing medic and dragging him along, as it made noises and gestured for everyone to follow. It began to search, see if it could use the weave to preform a mind-meld.

Engineer began to follow slowly, his level 4 sentry making him lag a sizable amount behind.

 

[username sucks]

Roland followed the sectoid, keeping an eye on rooftops and windows for any kind of threats along the way.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The man looked somewhat confused as the Medic was hurriedly pulled away by what seemed to be an alien.

Samus followed the others. "Found her, have you?" She asked the Sectoid, deadpan.

 

[Wackymon]

The sectoid nodded, "Yech, dancha, CGHO!" he shouted at everyone behind him as he ran.

 

[Kirke]

You realise Sectoid is attempting to match your weaves, to meld his mind with yours. You slip through this net weave, and create a slightly restricting weave of your own. You maintain it for but a moment, as a simple way of saying "No.". Nevertheless, you keep dancing weaves with it, to keep it on the path to you. You feel the far more threatening web slowly closing in around you, difficult to completely understand. You know you will only get one chance to slip through this construct, and that it must be done at the very last moment.

OoC: Off to bed.