Dr. Gordon Freeman (
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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.]
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[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.]
[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.]
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[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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"Don't have to tell me that. We just need to figure out where it is--all this clanging is just making it more confusing."
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Meanwhile one of the scientists pipes up:
"What makes you so sure there's just ONE of them?"
The darkness gives an answer, not from the direction of the air vent but from down the hall. A glimmer of the same slick red, like a blood clot that hasn't quite hardened, but this one completely free and shaped into a beastlike thing that skulks forward on four oozing limbs.
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Ran reels back. She'd use stronger force, but now that she knows these things may be someone she knows, that's not an option. Seems like it's spellcard rules for now.
She processes the reaction of the thing in the vent to her shikigami. Such things need better verification, though. She pulls out three more -- nearly the maximum of what she can handle -- and flings them towards the creature, their flimsy shapes bursting to life and light and shooting forth. No shots yet, however; she wishes merely to gauge reaction.
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He rushes past Ran and as he closes in on the monster, builds one arm into a giant fist. He reels it back and aims to give it a good, hard punch.
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Meanwhile the half he's still fighting is still a bit larger than him, and throws itself at Rex to pin him to the ground.
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"Oho, fantastic!" "THAT's how you do it!" "...Oh, I... is it me or is that stuff still moving?"
It is. The pool formed at the base of the wall is already starting to bulge and form itself into a clot-beast all over again.
...two, in fact. And both look rather pissed off.
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Rex does not stop to think about the circumstances or the consequences of what he might do.
No, instead, he just tries punching them harder.
~*~Flawless logic~*~
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The niggling feeling once again that she should be more capable than this enters her mind, but she fights it off.
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The both bear down and growl, but the lunge is interrupted by a flash of lighter red and a startled gurgle as one of the beasts is violently pulled back and slammed up against the wall by...
a bunch of tendrils?
While the one is bound up against the wall, the other regains its treacherous courage to attack the nice pile of squishy humans and the fox girl.
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...Although lovingly stroking them is starting to sound like a good option yeah. For lack of any other options, he grits his teeth, pushes his hand into the nearest monster, and hopes he can cure it before it smacks him into a wall.
He nods at the other monster, the one that was pulled by tendrils. "You think there's another monster we're dealing with in here too?"
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She isn't entirely telling the truth. She has a slight hunch why this may be the case. But she doesn't like it.
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The free one is impaled by Rex's arm and starts to make good on it's position to bash him against the wall, but Ran's well-placed bullet bashes against it's upper torso, causing it to reel backwards.
When Rex's cure takes place, it screams and convulses, jerking to the ground, the four-limbed mass lurches, the gelid body melting away and leaving...
Nothing. A mess of blood and strange, spongy tissue. That's it.
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He says, as if this is any surprise.
He glances up from the gross, bloody mess and spots the other halfling monster that he punched earlier. He thrusts his hand out at it too in an attempt to cure it before it does any more damage.
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[But if these are just parts, then where's the actual creature these came from?]
[The last bloodbeast screams in anger, actually pulling its own forelimbs out and reattaching them to slip out of the grasp of the tendrils, which are now having trouble keeping up with its water-through-a-sieve act.]
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Rex cuts off mid-sentence when he spots the last blood creature removing and reattaching its bloody limbs to get out of the tendrils.
"...Okay, that? Is gross." Rex runs closer to it and shoves his hand at it to cure it as well.
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Friend, or foe? This must be established.
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[The tendrils hang in midair for a moment after its wrestling partner is dissolved. They're close enough to easily lash out at Rex, but they don't. In fact when they DO move again, they do something one would never expect a tentacle monster to do... meticulously curl one tendril around the other, wringing the ichor off and giving a very human-seeming downward flap at the end. God that was nasty.]
[The shikigami, meanwhile, has quite a meandering path ahead of it. Airduct, to shaft, to airduct, around the top of a room, down a service shaft, into a steam tunnel... All the way down to sub-basement storage A. There in the dark, connected to several dozen tendrils snaking into service shafts and steam pipes, hangs suspended a faceless bulbous mass of pink, white and red flesh. It doesn't seem to be able to move, but the way it has snaked its way into the service shafts it can control the entire facility if it wanted.]
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Then he turns back to Ran, recalling the shikigami she just sent through the vent. "What was that thing you sent through there, anyway?"
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She refocuses, and channels her thoughts through it. Strange one. Do you understand what I am saying to you now? If you cannot speak, then simply show a sign.
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"...What's it doing? Why isn't it attacking?" "It's... I think it's trying to think of a way to communicate!" "Nonsense! This thing can't possibly be intelligent! Look at it, it can't even perceive we're here! That was... a battle for territory we just saw. Nothing more." "Then why isn't it trying to get to us now?"
[As the gaggle of scientists make themselves known once again, the tendrils react by recoiling into the air duct. There's a sense of rapid motion within the walls, a slight tapping here and there that cause the labcoats to huddle together again...]
[And then another sinewy appendage slithers from a closer duct, and the end uncurls and lays something at the ground. A pair of thick black glasses, smudged with red.]
"...OH MY GOD! IT ATE FREEMAN!"
[...the tendril sags a little. He has no hand, and he must facepalm.]
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"Okay. Add that to the to-do list: find Gordon."
He glances from the glasses to the tendril, glasses to the tendril.
"It looks like it's trying to communicate with us, though." He crouches and inches closer to the tendril, trying to see more of it and follow it visually to its source. "Wonder what it's trying to say."
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She maintains her focus. Gordon. I strongly believe it is you. The probability of it being anybody else is low. Please remain calm. The boy who cures is with me. I shall send him on his way. If you could provide me directions, I will assist him in reaching you as soon as I can.
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[Oh thank god... He retracts from the nearby vent and there are the faraway beeps of a door lock. A door to a service elevator opens, leading downward to the basement.]
[Also another door is slammed open by a second tentacle, leading to the machine shop and motor pool. A quick way out for the other scientists... he hopes.]
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