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mayfield_rpg2012-06-15 11:41 pm
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DEPLOYMENT 19: Mech Warrior
[On the morning right before the Blackwing Project virus is unleashed, Balin gets his own package in the mail, sitting right by the mailbox. He picks it up to take a look at it, realizing quickly just how heavy it is, and setting it back down again just a few steps onto the driveway.]
[If it's this heavy, it's got to be some kind of hardware he had back on the front lines ... but the town's already given him back his Series 3 shotgun, which means—]
[Balin promptly starts opening the package right then and there, tearing it open almost like a kid on Christmas. Then he puts on what's inside—pieces of armored plate and underlayers, fitting right over his usual PT uniform. Boots excepted, of course—he swaps those out with the armored ones in the package.]

[Neighbors or passerby on the street might see him putting it on—and of course, so will the housemates, since he'll be going back inside the house to take care of a few last things before heading off to work.]
[Balin's feeling a lot more like his usual self now that he has his Mech Armor suit back, and it shows. He's wearing it everywhere he goes today, whether it's working at the construction yard or on his daily physical training regimen. For anyone who's met him before—especially back during the memory corruption—Balin carries himself in a more confident way as he goes about his business.]
[When the Blackwing virus shows itself, though, it's back to business.]
[He'd heard Ciel's phone call about it, but this time, he's not going to trust Caesar to the battle nun's care. With more of his hardware and Logos Abilities in his possession than last year, Balin's a lot more confident in his ability to hold ground against something so infectious. This kind of thing is, after all, exactly why he spent so much time trying to make homebrew Claymore mines.]
[But while he does have a number of usable prototypes on hand, neither he nor Quinn have had the time to work out a control system for selectively detonating the mines from a single location. He also doesn't have the blasting supplies on hand, which means ...]
[Balin's decided to take a risk while the outbreak is in its relatively early stages to try and get blasting caps and supplies from the construction yard for rigging up to the makeshift mines he'd built at the house. He's almost certain that the town's going to turn into a war zone very quickly, which is why he's armed, armored, and dangerous. Care to prove him right?]
[The Blackwing zombies may retain enough tactical skill to set up ambushes and traps, but Balin's not about to be shown up by the undead. For the infected, Goldberg Street is a deathtrap—Balin's set up the house with the rough homebrew claymore designs he'd been building and experimenting with for the past few weeks.]
[Whether you're a survivor or an infected, you might occasionally hear the sound of a Claymore detonating every now and then if you're in the area. Or you might spot Balin using his Logos Abilities and firearms to clean up the streets. And he's probably not alone in fighting them.]
[Once it's clear that the virus has burned itself out, Balin's going to see Quinn about finishing up the perimeter defense project properly. This time though, he's going to phone ahead.]
Yo, Quinn? I gotta speak with you on somethin'. You free?
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[Balin feels a little stupid there.
Utsuho is rubbing off on him.]Well even if you can't you can prolly patrol where they're keepin' safe every now'an'en, yeah? Unless they got somebody on guard who'll kill anybody lookin' dead on sight.
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[He offers Bazett a small smile—an attempt at reassurance ... but it's kind of hollow given the condition Bazett is currently in, and he knows it.]
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[Her reply is every bit as hollow. She knows what she will have to do soon.]
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Hope so. Can't last more'n a week ... an'a last time'is happened it was only four days I think.
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Y'mean after it was over? I guess. Nobody said anything about people dyin' permanently.
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The town's got a thing for fakin' us out, makin' us think it's gonna stop bringin' us back when we die.
[... well, except for the deaths of Samantha Achewood and Evan Olney. But for its "captives" ...]
Jus' like'a way it likes takin' back whatever it sends us from home.
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[Death meant nothing as long as she could complete her objectives.]
Have...not...taken my regains yet. Troublesome...if...took...kidney.
[It is her best attempt at a joke.]
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'Least you don't gotta worry about losin'at kidney right now, yeah?
[Dat humor is as black as coffee!]
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Yeah. Functioning, just not ... functionin' like a human.
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[Actually, that makes him curious.]
Or are you still alive? Like, are most of your guts still workin'?
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[And because of Ciel's healing, she can no longer feel pain in her infected regions, which would indicated that said organs were not working.]
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[It seems like something a medical expert would tell their patient, if it were so ...]
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[She knows that the healing can only temporarily halt the death and the zombification.]
I will simply regenerate...in case of death.
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Eh. I guess you're right. You still got your mind, that's good enough.
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And I intend to keep it.
[That is, she intends to die while she is still human.]
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[There's not much else to say, when one's living on borrowed time ...
Though Bazett is probably used to that by now, in a meta way!]no subject
[She gives him a small, faltering smile.]
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[After all, a body that was already dying needed no nutrients.]
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