[RP] Step inside, now, watch me fall and watch me float, 'cause we are changing structures…
Thane was not planning on making an emergency health recall back to home base. He was especially not planning on doing so with his skin dripping in clumps off his skeleton.
He remats in the second room, the one he's been using as a more-or-less private area first with Hart and then with April, and as soon as the cold air hits exposed nerves, he screams. He doesn't have a right hand any more so much as limb terminating in glistening bones, and the chemical, bacteria, whatever the hell it is, is advancing up his forearm. The scream cuts off in a gurgle as the stuff on his jaw eats down his neck, and he stumbles toward the next room - maybe there's a chance this falls under the whole "can't die" thing, but he's still getting used to that and it's nowhere near his mind. His mind is a bit busy with scrambling toward anything that can help him and the sheer instinctive revulsion of seeing parts of his body melting off.
In the other room, Andy's just finishing patching up whatever injuries she can find on Toshiko when she hears that scream and startles, and a moment later the great brute who kidnapped her is staggering in with half a face, not much of a right arm, and more ribs glistening than she really needed to see. She shrieks - yelps, really, as it's very short, but it also happens to be very shrill - and reaches for a gasmask she's really not carrying, then just puts herself between Toshiko and Thane with her wings out wide, because of course that will do any good at all in the face of a chemical attack.
Thane hits the ground with a splat and a splatter, the damage finally exceeding whatever threshhold counts him for dead, and just lies there. And Andy stares, mind racing furiously to determine what the hell she's supposed to do here.
She should have asked for a hazmat suit in that last batch of supplies...
He remats in the second room, the one he's been using as a more-or-less private area first with Hart and then with April, and as soon as the cold air hits exposed nerves, he screams. He doesn't have a right hand any more so much as limb terminating in glistening bones, and the chemical, bacteria, whatever the hell it is, is advancing up his forearm. The scream cuts off in a gurgle as the stuff on his jaw eats down his neck, and he stumbles toward the next room - maybe there's a chance this falls under the whole "can't die" thing, but he's still getting used to that and it's nowhere near his mind. His mind is a bit busy with scrambling toward anything that can help him and the sheer instinctive revulsion of seeing parts of his body melting off.
In the other room, Andy's just finishing patching up whatever injuries she can find on Toshiko when she hears that scream and startles, and a moment later the great brute who kidnapped her is staggering in with half a face, not much of a right arm, and more ribs glistening than she really needed to see. She shrieks - yelps, really, as it's very short, but it also happens to be very shrill - and reaches for a gasmask she's really not carrying, then just puts herself between Toshiko and Thane with her wings out wide, because of course that will do any good at all in the face of a chemical attack.
Thane hits the ground with a splat and a splatter, the damage finally exceeding whatever threshhold counts him for dead, and just lies there. And Andy stares, mind racing furiously to determine what the hell she's supposed to do here.
She should have asked for a hazmat suit in that last batch of supplies...