Don't leave me to die here, help me survive here. [MOSTLY CLOSED]

[dr_kiriko]

Who: dr_kiriko, curious_copycat, lifeaintcheap, and you, if you so choose.
What: Kiriko's favourite method of "saving" his patients. It involves bombs.
When: Outbreak Day 3
Where: A single room of the quarantine wing of the hospital.
Warnings: Serious plot, potential violence, crazy guy with bombs, language, extreme un-fluff. No one will die, though... but really, just enter at your

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[curious_copycat]

Polly had been curled up on her window seat with a book, the cunning hologram that pretended to be a view supplying her with the soothing patter of rain, when her Guide beeped. She looked askance at it, private texts being a fairly rare thing.

She frowned as the digitized words glowed up at her, the Guide's big friendly "DON'T PANIC" mocking her as yet another person she'd let close has apparently seen fit to leave. The fact that he'd thought to say goodbye didn't help much at all.

"No..."

The word came out quiet and fierce and she closed her eyes, scanning the ship for him, sifting through the thousands upon thousands of minds like a radio through white noise. Finding him, her eyes flew open, realizing just what kind of departure he intended to take.

"No, no no! Alice, wait here!"

Springing to her feet, she rushed for the door and from there practically flew to the hospital wing. Ten minutes after he'd sent the text, she was sprinting into the hospital and toward his wing

[dr_kiriko]

The Doctor straightened up at the sound of far away footsteps down the hall. Goddamn it, if they had sent someone to talk him down, he was not going to be pleased. Only an hour and twenty remained - there was little time for pointless chatter. The rest of the wing needed to evacuate, not stand around and run into an early death like lemmings. There would be no backing down from here.

Besides, the dynamite was pretty delicate. If he so much as moved the wrong way or became too agitated, the detonator could be activated and there could be an accident...

Swallowing the blood that had seeped inside his mouth, he cleared his throat and raised his voice to the unknown intruder.

"Stay back! Come any closer and I'll blow this place to hell, I'm warning you!"

[curious_copycat]

At the sound of his voice, Polly straightened, the movement sudden and mechanical, like a marionette jerked on its heartstrings. She felt as if what air she'd gained back had just been knocked from her.

...blow this place to hell...?

The bomb. He was planning to use it. Eyes wide and pulse pounding, she made her way toward the door, hand pressed against a stitch in her side. When she spoke, she could not quite keep a frayed edge of frantic worry from her voice.

"Kiriko? It's me!"

It surprised her when the knob turned under her hand. She had expected it to be lock. She did not think it might be trapped, perhaps simply as a testament to her inexperience. The door swinging open, the only thing crossing her mind was that she needed to get to him.

[dr_kiriko]

"Polly?!"

His heart stopped in his chest when he heard her voice. No, after what she had seen in his room... this was too much. She wasn't supposed to be here! Why did she come after him?! Damn it, he should have just let himself disappear without a goodbye...

He doesn't catch her eyes, in fear his heart might break. Instead, he draws the revolver in his coat and blindly aims it at the door. Anyone, anything, but this...

"Get the hell out of here! This isn't safe! Polly, please, leave!"

If she didn't go, he just knew he couldn't kill her... She would ruin everything he had planned... all of it...!

WELL since you threw in that "and you, if you so choose", I think I'll harass my favorite doctor <3

[umbrelladouche]

Kamui wasn't one for staying put in his room, regardless of the condition he was in. While any human would most likely be bed ridden and near death, he found that he still had quite an abundance of energy despite the almost constant blood loss and fatigue. One of the perks of being a member of the Yato clan, perhaps.

The only problem with being energetic was the fact that Kamui grew bored rather easily, and he often found himself wandering the halls of the hospital in search of something to entertain him. Usually other patients. They could be pretty interesting sometimes, some of them even welcomed the company. Not many people were allowed to visit a place like this with some sort of epidemic going on, after all. And as long as Kamui kept himself within the quarantined wing, the doctors didn't complain much.

It was during one of these little strolls when Kamui stumbled upon this particular room. A doctor set to blow up his patients? Now that's not something you see every day. Anyone else would probably panic at the scene

Absolutely! <3

[dr_kiriko]

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Kiriko had begun to prepare for a struggle. Still seated with the dynamite flat on his lap, the Doctor had a pistol raised to the door as it opened... but he lowered it slowly as he realized exactly who had entered.

"Kamui...!"

He sighs in frustration, grimacing to himself. Damn it, Kamui was the perfect candidate for the hospital to exploit. He was stubborn and unafraid, sharp-tongued and quick-witted. The virus already had a hold on him, and so he was just another lost cause to them... the perfect life to throw away in an attempt to make a disgruntled psycho stand down. The Doctor should have known better...

"Of course. You have no fear. They sent you to talk me down, didn't they? You can turn around, boy. It's not going to work."

He holstered his gun, shaking his head, believing that would be all it would take to deter him.

SCORE

[umbrelladouche]

Unfortunately for the good doctor, Kamui was a tough person to convince. Still smiling pleasantly, Kamui stepped into the room and grabbed a wheely chair. Moving it over next to the doctor, he turned it around backwards and sat down, crossing his arms over the back of it to lean his chin on.

"Please, doctor. You're mistaking me for someone who cares~" Kamui chuckled to himself, glancing down at the doctor's lap. Wow, this guy was really serious, wasn't he? How interesting.

"I'm simply curious, is all. Surely you don't think I'm here on behalf of anyone else, doctor. I'm not the sort who would go out of his way to become a 'noble sacrifice'."

Re: SCORE

[dr_kiriko]

"No.. no, you certainly aren't."

He eases down, knowing that Kamui hasn't come to convince him of anything. Still, he should probably leave - if he stepped on a fuse wire, there would be hell to pay.

"Kamui, just to ensure you're completely informed, you're sitting in a room with nine charges of live dynamite. You shouldn't be here - get out."

[dr_kiriko]

00:29:24:59... 00:29:23:36..

Kiriko jumps at the sound of Ratchet's voice, not expecting that he of all people would find a way in. Perhaps he had thought, as a machine, he would be unaffected by the blast.. Oh, how wrong he would be... Kiriko would show him a most slow and painful death...

"I made it myself, Ratchet. With my own hands. Quite the gift, isn't it?" Kiriko sneered, turning towards the direction Ratchet's voice came from. "Made it from scratch, just as I made my machine. Instruments of death are quite the specialty of mine!"

He was glowing with pride now, glancing over the dynamite in his hands. He knew every inch of it...

[dr_kiriko]

Kiriko flinches a bit, visibly insulted. He was proud of what he had done. "Anyone" could do this? Not with the delicate accuracy and precise care he had put into assembling his explosives, they couldn't. He was an accomplished bomb maker by now, and while he was a bad doctor, he was an excellent machinist...

"Wouldn't you like to know, Ratchet. Now if you will, I'm a bit busy."

He begins to reach for a revolver concealed inside the breast of his jacket. It wouldn't do much at all against his opponent, but perhaps a big enough commotion would be enough to detonate the bombs... Maybe that would scare Ratchet into leaving.

[wheresmyhouse]

While he might very well look like an elderly patient of this establishment, Hohenheim most certainly wasn't. He toddered through the hallways aimlessly, or so it seemed, peeking in on patients and resident doctors alike. Sometimes he was shooed away. Other times, he was welcomed. And still other times, he walked in himself, quietly examining a patient left unattended, sleeping quietly

[dr_kiriko]

The sound of approaching footsteps snaps Kiriko from his weary trance, his stinging eyes darting to the door. Who the hell could that be...

Struggling to find the gun concealed in his coat, he weakly takes a hold of the butt of the pistol and pulls it from its holster, pointing it to the door. Wiping away the blood that had seeped through the corners of his mouth, he took a deep breath, and steadied his line of fire.

"Don't come any closer!"

[wheresmyhouse]

He recognized the voice of his friend and it halted his footsteps.

Briefly.

The soft tapping of his hard soled shoes began again after the brief pause, before his six foot, broad frame filled the doorway.

"Or what, my friend?"

His words hung like a taunt, like a noose, in the manufactured light.

[dr_kiriko]

"Hohenheim..."

The word was bitter and unforgiving, a friendship severed in a single moment. The trained gun didn't waver as it may have only days ago.

"Take a look around - You're a smart man. I'm sure you understand. And if you value the souls within you, you may want to think twice about coming any closer."

The timer ticked closer to an hour, its faint beep logging every second that passed.