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Dr. Gordon Freeman ([personal profile] trustycrowbar) wrote in [community profile] anemoi2012-06-28 12:54 am

Transformation Matrix

[The basement of the labs was dark and still, a graveyard of steam pipes and forgotten items and disused equipment that no one really wanted to see anymore. The area was all too familiar to Gordon; this was where his suit's charging station was sequestered.]

[But this isn't why he had come here this time. He coughed, leaning against the wall; pale, clammy, and trying to catch ragged shreds of breath. His lungs felt like they were on fire. At first he thought it was just stress, or exhaustion, or some fucking flu virus... he doubles over and coughs from the bottom of his lungs. Pieces of bloody... something, splatter to the floor. His own lung tissue maybe. Oh god, no wonder he couldn't breathe. There's plenty of soft defenseless tissue for the nanites to mess around with in there...]

[Yes, he knew exactly what was going on. That's why he wanted to get as far down and away from people as possible. Lock himself up. Hopefully the others will figure out what happened to him--]

[He lurches into another violent coughing fit and doubles over, wrenching himself to the floor. And those splatters of inert bloody tissue recoil from the impact, and slowly begin to inch away.]


[Oh hey, look, it's one of those wormy scientist guys! Why is the background so dark...?]

"Ah, is this thing on? Oh, alright. Ahh... ahem... It seems that just to compound the difficulty the power to the labs has gone out. No one is sure of the cause, and to top it off our illustrious Mister Freeman has gone missing. I knew the boy couldn't handle the pressure of administration. It may be a while before we can--wait, what was that? No, over there. By the air duct! Oh FINE, I'll go looOH GOD--"

[The rest is cut off by screams and a sickening prolonged crunch. It's safe to say that the Labs would like some help.]
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[personal profile] faithful_kitsune 2012-07-03 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ran runs a series of logistical situations through her head. Escaping now would ensure the safety of all involved, but simultaneously slow down dramaticly the progress towards an overall cure. Meanwhile, restarting the generator would allow for further progress once the threat is neutralized, but also risked the greater loss of life. At the same time, however, with their unexpected ally...

She mulls. "Tell me quickly. How long would you expect restarting that to take?"
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[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Rex does a quick look around. The doors are all blocked off. He could go through any one of those...but then he spots the tentacle. It probably wants him to go over there instead. Rex approaches the pit and looks down. No end in sight. He tosses down a bit of rubble near the pit, listening to where it may fall. He hears nothing.

"Huh. Guess it's the pipe or nothing, then."

At least it's not a train tunnel.

Rex carefully navigates the pipe's edges and the pit before crawling into the pipe itself.
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[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rex is about to comment on the growing stench when suddenly the pipe seems to give way and he begins falling. He shouts, surprised, but is cut off abruptly when he lands on the concrete on his back.


It takes him a few moments to get himself up onto his elbows after that, and then onto his legs. But he manages to stand up, roll his shoulders a bit to get the pain out, and moves on.

"This isn't creepy at all."

He begins walking towards Gordon's gesturing tendril, cautious and wary.
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[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-04 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but where's the fun in that?

Rex decides it's a better idea to run towards whatever-it-is with a giant metal fist pulled back, ready to slam it into the next century.
third_alternative: (quick--stall and make an excuse!)

[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-10 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Rex is about to fight the next beast, but finds it's unnecessary. Instead, he lets his fists fold back into his arms and continues walking downwards, following the path downwards. He takes the presence of more tendrils as a sign that he's getting closer and continues on, eventually finding another service elevator.

"Uhh...thanks," he says to the tendrils holding open the doors as he walks through them.
third_alternative: (shit's serious // need to keep an eye ou)

[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-10 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
When Rex steps out of the lift, he's wary and tense, hands bunched into fists, ready at a moment's notice to smash something into the floor. He explores the area quietly for the moment, trying to figure out where he is and where to go from here.

It's then that he notices that what he thought were pipes are actually moving. Probably the same tendrils he's been seeing since he started leading those scientists through the labs.

Might as well follow them, then.
third_alternative: (o-oh...i might just cry.)

[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-10 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
...okay. Of all the EVOs Rex remembers from back home, this one ranks pretty high on the grossness scale. He tries not to cringe and make a disgusted noise. Well, he succeeds at the latter, at least.

"Uhhh...Gordon? You in there?"
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[personal profile] third_alternative 2012-07-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
...Well that sure explains where those things have been coming from. He wasn't sure what they were, exactly, but this explains a lot.

Not like Rex is really one for explanations. He builds giant robot feet over his own and takes the opportunity to try and squish the monster like a bug. "No better way to get rid of pests than grinding them to dust with your shoe!"