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- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
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- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
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- Adept
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Markus Corrigan was the first to hop out of the vehicle when it came to a stop behind the hospital. The van was parked almost directly in front of one of the back entrances of the hospital, but the symbol of the Department of Homeland Security placed boldly on the side of the van would ensure that no one would tamper with the vehicle until they returned. Markus was followed less than a second later by another man, younger than Markus' mid 30's, with brown hair cut close in a style that made it look like he'd just finished a stint in the military. Markus' partner, David Kittleson, fell into step behind and slightly to the side of Markus.
Both men were dressed in dark blue uniforms that blended into black in the New York City night. Bulletproof vests covered their chests, while their hands and feet were guarded by combat gloves and boots. Minus a helmet, both men looked geared for war.
Markus rapped on the glass door to the hospital as soon as he approached, and it was swung open a second later by a nervous looking woman dressed in a nurse's blue scrubs.
"You… ah, I…" The woman stuttered, hastily stepping to the side to allow the two men into the building.
Markus entered promptly, before pausing to smile at the woman. "It's alright," he reassured, his eyes gentle and deep voice soothing. "I know things have been a bit strange, but we'll have everything covered from here. Just tell me what room she's in."
"F-four twelve," the nurse stammered again, but swallowing and seeming to get a hold of herself. "The nearest elevator is right around the corner over there."
"Thank you," Markus said, before his hand flicked, pointing off down the hallway. David turned and departed, going to call the elevator and hold it until Markus arrived. Markus, however, kept his eyes focused on the nurse. "I'm sure the person you talked to told you this, but you and anyone who was in contact with her are going to need to remain in the hospital until you've been checked. Another team will be along shortly for just that, so it shouldn't get in the way of you getting off work on time."
"The nurse nodded, before abruptly grabbing Markus' arm as he started to turn. "Checked for what," she asked, sounding somewhat desperate. "What's going on? That woman… She..."
Markus smiled again, laying his gloved hand over the woman's, before guiding her fingers off him. "The next team will be able to answer your questions much better than I can. But it's just standard operating procedure. Just like you wouldn't let a person exposed to an infectious disease leave without making sure they're healthy and safe, right?"
"Disease?" the nurse asked. "I'm not sick, am I?"
"It was just an example. You'll be fine. The other team will answer all your questions."
Finally managing to leave the nurse behind, Markus set off down the hallway at a rapid clip.
David released the button keeping the elevator door open as soon as Markus stepped in. The button for the fourth floor was already glowing brightly, and Markus offered the young man an approving nod. A second later, the elevator began to rise.
For a second there was silence, before the other man glanced over at Markus. It seemed he couldn't keep his lips closed any longer. "What do you think she is?" he asked, a strange excitement in his voice. "The doctor said she was growing extra limbs?"
"Arachne possibly," Markus replied coolly, the slight frown on his face enough evidence that he didn't approve of his colleague's chatter. "Asura. There are numerous options, and that's just the A's. We'll find out when we get there."
"Maybe she's something new," David said hopefully. "I've never heard of the limbs disappearing after they appear."
Sighing to himself, Markus was about to rebuke his coworker for his lackadaisical attitude when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Both men stepped out of the elevator, before Marcus glanced at the nearby sign and set off down the hallway towards room 412.
The hallway was oddly quiet, the rooms adjacent to 412 completely dark. It was clear that the hospital had accurately followed proper operating procedure and kept the girl far from any other patient and doctor. David grabbed the handle, before opening the door and allowing Markus to quickly step inside.
What greeted them was an empty bed with handcuffs dangling off the edge of the railing, and a broken window.
"Shit," Markus swore, racing over towards the window and glancing out. There was no sign of anything on the ground, except for the glimmer of broken glass.
"Goddamn," David muttered. "This the fourth floor."
Markus had no time for admiration. His mind was already spinning. They had to track down this girl before she was able to do any damage to anyone, and make sure she was properly contained. His mind was already digging through information, trying to identify anything he could from the situation.
"You're in luck. Looks like we did find a new type. If she ran rather than looking for someone in the hospital, she's not one of the brutal types. But that doesn't mean anyone who she encounters out there will be safe. You call Andrews, let her know what's going on, and get the dogs out here."
"And you?"
"I'll go on ahead."
"I should come with you."
"We don't have time for that, Kittleson. I'll see if I can pick up any of her traces, but someone needs to be here to get the dogs on her trail. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Markus was already moving towards the door. "Call me as soon as the dogs get here."
Both men were dressed in dark blue uniforms that blended into black in the New York City night. Bulletproof vests covered their chests, while their hands and feet were guarded by combat gloves and boots. Minus a helmet, both men looked geared for war.
Markus rapped on the glass door to the hospital as soon as he approached, and it was swung open a second later by a nervous looking woman dressed in a nurse's blue scrubs.
"You… ah, I…" The woman stuttered, hastily stepping to the side to allow the two men into the building.
Markus entered promptly, before pausing to smile at the woman. "It's alright," he reassured, his eyes gentle and deep voice soothing. "I know things have been a bit strange, but we'll have everything covered from here. Just tell me what room she's in."
"F-four twelve," the nurse stammered again, but swallowing and seeming to get a hold of herself. "The nearest elevator is right around the corner over there."
"Thank you," Markus said, before his hand flicked, pointing off down the hallway. David turned and departed, going to call the elevator and hold it until Markus arrived. Markus, however, kept his eyes focused on the nurse. "I'm sure the person you talked to told you this, but you and anyone who was in contact with her are going to need to remain in the hospital until you've been checked. Another team will be along shortly for just that, so it shouldn't get in the way of you getting off work on time."
"The nurse nodded, before abruptly grabbing Markus' arm as he started to turn. "Checked for what," she asked, sounding somewhat desperate. "What's going on? That woman… She..."
Markus smiled again, laying his gloved hand over the woman's, before guiding her fingers off him. "The next team will be able to answer your questions much better than I can. But it's just standard operating procedure. Just like you wouldn't let a person exposed to an infectious disease leave without making sure they're healthy and safe, right?"
"Disease?" the nurse asked. "I'm not sick, am I?"
"It was just an example. You'll be fine. The other team will answer all your questions."
Finally managing to leave the nurse behind, Markus set off down the hallway at a rapid clip.
David released the button keeping the elevator door open as soon as Markus stepped in. The button for the fourth floor was already glowing brightly, and Markus offered the young man an approving nod. A second later, the elevator began to rise.
For a second there was silence, before the other man glanced over at Markus. It seemed he couldn't keep his lips closed any longer. "What do you think she is?" he asked, a strange excitement in his voice. "The doctor said she was growing extra limbs?"
"Arachne possibly," Markus replied coolly, the slight frown on his face enough evidence that he didn't approve of his colleague's chatter. "Asura. There are numerous options, and that's just the A's. We'll find out when we get there."
"Maybe she's something new," David said hopefully. "I've never heard of the limbs disappearing after they appear."
Sighing to himself, Markus was about to rebuke his coworker for his lackadaisical attitude when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Both men stepped out of the elevator, before Marcus glanced at the nearby sign and set off down the hallway towards room 412.
The hallway was oddly quiet, the rooms adjacent to 412 completely dark. It was clear that the hospital had accurately followed proper operating procedure and kept the girl far from any other patient and doctor. David grabbed the handle, before opening the door and allowing Markus to quickly step inside.
What greeted them was an empty bed with handcuffs dangling off the edge of the railing, and a broken window.
"Shit," Markus swore, racing over towards the window and glancing out. There was no sign of anything on the ground, except for the glimmer of broken glass.
"Goddamn," David muttered. "This the fourth floor."
Markus had no time for admiration. His mind was already spinning. They had to track down this girl before she was able to do any damage to anyone, and make sure she was properly contained. His mind was already digging through information, trying to identify anything he could from the situation.
"You're in luck. Looks like we did find a new type. If she ran rather than looking for someone in the hospital, she's not one of the brutal types. But that doesn't mean anyone who she encounters out there will be safe. You call Andrews, let her know what's going on, and get the dogs out here."
"And you?"
"I'll go on ahead."
"I should come with you."
"We don't have time for that, Kittleson. I'll see if I can pick up any of her traces, but someone needs to be here to get the dogs on her trail. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Markus was already moving towards the door. "Call me as soon as the dogs get here."