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[tricelled]

Who: Jill, anyone who replies to her entry offering assistance.
What: Jill has always been the type to take matters into her own hands. The P30 device is getting removed, one way or another.
Where: 1761 Beaver Street.
When: Dusk.
Warnings: Maybe a little violence, nothing serious.

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[onlyeverabackup]

Ryoko entered with a casual smile, as though coming to attend a pleasant party involving friends. Certainly not something one would expect for such a serious occasion.

Nodding at Jill's instructions, she found herself an empty chair and settled into it gracefully, flattening her skirt idly over her knees. While she made sure to smile at any who entered, she seemed content enough to simply sit and wait. Much like Nagato, she was busy altering her body's data to make it more suitable for the task ahead of them.

[normal_anomaly]

Kyon dropped to the floor in the living room, leaving the seats for other people. He knew that it would be in his best interests to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. As long as he was stuck in Mayfield, Jill was a member of his family, and she had looked out for him in the past. Like hell was he going to leave during this.

Of course, he couldn't actually do anything, so instead, he had gone into the kitchen and poured several cups of water. He figured people would need them by the time they were done.

[rainbowbrush]

Without speaking, Relm entered the kitchen and helped to carry the cups of water into the living room. She didn't care if no one else even showed up - she wasn't going anywhere, and she was going to help Jill. Somehow.

And then she was going to kick the droned Wesker again, because it made her feel better.

[tricelled]

The woman reappeared in the living room doorway, coils of rope in hand. She tossed the rope to the nearest person before placing a hand to her face. It wavered there for a moment, as if hesitant.

A moment later it came down, the bird mask in hand. Jill's face was as pale and lifeless as if she were the one of the zombies she had spent the last decade fighting. Despite this, her eyes were as fierce as they had always been, betraying her determination to see this through.

"Thank you for coming." she said, her gaze sweeping over the group. "I don't know most of you, and I'm sorry to ask this of you."

She tore off the cloak in one quick movement, revealing a skintight catsuit underneath. Without hesitation, her hands moved to the suit's bust line and tore it open. Her breasts remained covered by the suit, but the group's attention was likely far more caught by the blood-red device attached to her upper chest. The thing gleamed unpleasantly, and they could each see their faces reflected back at them in it

[normal_anomaly]

Kyon stared at the device on Jill's chest. He couldn't remember seeing something so hideous. His natural inclination was to back up, and he made no effort to fight it. After all, he was not strong enough to manage this, so he'd be getting in the way if he got too close. He moved away so that the other people had some room with which to work.

[bogusmagicker]

As Jill made her announcement, Yuki's eyes flickered first to Kyon and Relm, and her lips began to move in the fashion they did whenever she made alterations to the data constructing the environment. A brief shimmering in the air around the two was the only indication that she had done anything out of the ordinary at all -- Kyon's safety came first, regardless of whatever noble thoughts he had about staying to assist his pretend mother

[onlyeverabackup]

Despite no longer being a mere backup, Ryoko allowed Yuki to take the lead. When it was apparent to her that the other interface was already defending Kyon and his false sister, she turned her attention to the house that they were about to battle within.

She opened her mouth, quietly spewing techno jargon at impossibly fast speeds. She began to alter the data of the walls, windows, and anything else that may easily shatter, strengthening them so that they would not be damaged. She had been around long enough to figure that those who disobeyed the rules of the town were the ones who were brainwashed. So, she would simply remove the largest traces of any disturbances; namely, people crashing through walls and the like.

Once she had finished making the interior of the house virtually indestructible, she moved on to work on the sound. Or rather, the blocking of it. With a lengthy string of blurred words, she effectively soundproofed the building, making it impossible for any outside to hear whatever shouts or cries may come from within