Dwelling of Doom

[poweroflegend]

Who: Trevor Belmont (poweroflegend ), Dean Winchester (lazarus_rises ), Marluxia (thornlike ), Delta (thinkin_man ), Lollipop Jones (lolli_angel ), Dr. Placido Carmine (redlakeno40 ), and anyone else who wants in/was invited.
Where:  Topeka's Hospital
When: After this
Summary: Trevor has drummed up an exploration team to scour the abandoned hospital and see what they can find.
Rating: Potentially R

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[thinkin_man]

Delta didn't have much trouble finding the hospital and meeting up with the others. The very air of this place felt heavy and distorted, simply dripping with the scent of decay. The plants reclaiming this lost world only further disturbed him. It had to be a while since anyone set foot on this blighted earth.

He spotted Carmine in the distance. Delta's glowing gaze landed first on the young man he helped a while ago. The hulking dieselpunk frakenstien moved towards him and the leader of the rag tag band of raiders. He still had his large rivet gun, but lowered it as not to be threatening.

The directory sounded like a good start. He nodded the best he could in agreement. His nod was more of a stiff movement due to his inflexibility, though.

[lazarus_rises]

Trevor was someone that Dean could trust. That was something that he'd learned since the other's arrival, along with the fact that even though they were from different times, maybe even different worlds, they shared a thing or two in common. So he wasn't surprised when the other organized a trip to the hospital. He hoped that Trevor wasn't surprised when Dean volunteered to join him.

While he waited, he checked his weapon, making sure that the gun was loaded. So far this little hop had offered just one thing that Dean could appreciate -- ammo. He kept that one filled with the traditional sort, the shotgun filled with rock salt rounds. There were plenty of dead here. And where there were dead, there were often ghosts.

"I know I'm ready to party." Dean stood from his crouched position, a large fabric bag held in one hand. Just in case they got lucky. He wasn't holding his breath.

But considering the plague, maybe he should.

[poweroflegend]

The barest sense of dejavu descended upon the hunter. There were four of them. Were this some vampiric Dark Lord's castle, then he'd have really started to wonder.

"You're all here. Good." Trevor surveyed their band. Dean and Delta had brought firearms. Easy complements to his melee style, and hopefully more than a match for whatever might be waiting. Dr. Placido on the other hand had his knowledge of the inner workings of this sort of place. It'd be on them to see to his safety, so he could make the most of this raid.

"Our numbers mean we can split up as needed. If there is still time later, we may do so and see what else we can bring back." He nodded to Carmine. "For now, let's find this directory. We can set our route once we know how to get to the places we're looking for. Come."

With that, he led the way towards the hospital's front entrance. He waited till all of them were in position. Then he pushed the door open, blessed axe raised against the first sign of danger.