Super Hero RPG: Chronicles of Los Diamantes

[Hopeflower]

With a nod, saying as he twisted the handle, "You can leave that in here if you like," Sam opened the door. A woman's voice was the first one heard, the scream raw and hoarse as if she'd been voicing her pain for several hours - which she probably had. A man's low groan undermined it, no less agonized, and a few other voices chimed in now and then. "Lucky we had the foresight to soundproof the doors," he said as he put his key back in his pocket. "Look around as you please; I'd advise you stay out of reach of these guys though. One of our people was nearly strangled a few days ago because she got too close."

[The Kingpin]

Atlas set the briefcase down, his jacket placed neatly over it as he walked into the room, pulling a notepad and pen from his shirt pocket under the labcoat, moving towards the first cell, the female. "She have a name?" he asked as he began to write notes on her appearance and reaction, considering asking for details on what exactly was done to her...

[Hopeflower]

"That's Olivia," Sam said. "We started her off a few days ago - " he was interrupted by a cry from the woman in question. She staggered forward, fell to her knees, and gripped the bars of her cell. "Take it out! Please! It hurts - it hurts! It's eating my insides - kill me!" Sam winced and pressed his thumb to his temple, staving off the oncoming headache. she curled into a tight ball, whimpering, and he went on, "We decided to try a different type of bat, to see what the differences between her and Dean would be."

[The Kingpin]

Atlas simply sighed as he eyed Sam. "What kind of bat?" he inquired, making sure to keep a safe distance from the bars as he scribbled down notes, including the description of the pain, for further research...

[Hopeflower]

"We gave her vampire bat DNA; him, we gave flying fox DNA," Sam said, turning to Dean's cell. "He's over here - Dean's lasted the longest of any of them so far, but we fear he's fading fast." Dean gave a feeble attempt at lifting his head at the sound of his name. The motion revealed the extent of his mutation; his face had elongated in a grotesque mimicry of a bat's muzzle. His hair was thinning, revealing short fuzz covered most of his head. His shoulders were bulging with new muscle growth, small talons poking out of the skin, surrounded by dried blood. His fingers had thinned and lengthened a bit, sporting claws that looked needle-sharp instead of fingernails. His whole body had thinned, as a matter of fact, ribs and hip bones jutting out despite the tray of half-eaten food that lay beside his bed. His feet had contorted into an imitation of a bat's as well - really, he looked less than human. Dean attempted to push himself up, and fell back with a groan, his limited strength failing him.

[The Kingpin]

"Not bad, not bad. I expected this would happen. Fruit bats are more compatible than Vampire bats with human genes. More in common" said Atlas as he scribbled down notes on the next subject. "Do you have any Tubocurarine chloride?" he inquired as he looked at Sam, while noting the seeming exhaustion of the subject. He had a rough idea why, but that solution could be dealt with once the current one was applied...

[C S]

A slim woman jogged down the fairly empty suburban street, wearing a white vest and shorts. A gray headband wrapped around her forehead and she had white earphones on, listening to her music player as she went down her morning route. She muttered the lines to the song as she went, letting her mind wander off. Her actions were almost automatic, come to the end of the block, run in place as she looked from left to right, then keep jogging when no cars were passing. It was just another ordinary day despite the extraordinary events of yesterday. A faint noise was audible despite the smooth jazz being blasted into her ear, but the jogger paid it no mind. She was just about to turn at a corner, when the white blur shot past her. By time she reacted, the speedy mutant was already gone. She jumped back, startled. A sharp gasp accompanied the action and she clutched her chest, her heart was pounding.


Kevin darted through the suburbs, the small houses blending into one another as he hurtled by. He was turning corners and pelting down streets and before he knew it he was at a cul-de-sac, a row of houses curving around the end of the road. Closing in on the end too fast to stop, the boy tried his luck and jumped, sheer momentum sending him flying over the roofs, his terrified yell echoing long after he found himself falling back to the the pavement several yards away. Instinctively, the boy reached for the nearest thing- the arced pole that held up a street light. His hands slammed onto the metal with a low, reverberating thunk and Kevin found himself swinging up and over before landing onto it in a crouch. He shook his hands, which were now afflicted with a dull ache, which was surprising in itself. He thought he had broken his wrist or had ruined the joint. Instead, he was mostly fine. He gazed at his palms, then at the ground 20 feet or so below. "Holy ******* ****" he muttered. Taking in a breath and going against his instinct to stay put on the lamp post, Kevin put his weight forward and dropped down to the sidewalk, landing in a crouch again at the base of the street lamp. He stood up and looked to where he once was, then to the passing people who had stopped in their tracks when they saw the costumed teenager's acrobatics. There were kids looking at him from across the way, mouth agape. One man was watering his lawn with a garden hose. The water was splashing off his sandal wearing feet. Kevin simply stood there for a minute or two, staring back at them before bolting off again, his blurry silhouette being his parting gift...

[Hopeflower]

"Not that I know of," Sam replied. "I think the hospital used to keep some in stock, but I don't know if we do anymore. I'd have to check on that." He eyed his old colleague curiously. "You think that it would work?"

[Godzilla Forever]

Soon, Jackson and his cohorts were on their way back. He made sure to write down where the man told him to drop the hostages off once he got them, and he was off.

"So what happened?" Buff asked.

"You were there, weren't you listening?"

"No," Buff said. "It's like everything left my mind.

"Ugh...." Jackson growled. "I'll tell you when we get back."

"Alright," Buff said. Tux stayed quiet. He knew Jackson got angry fast, so kept his mouth shut....

Aya continued on her route. However, she felt her stomach, and heard it rumble. She forgot to get herself breakfast! Seeing that there was nothing going on right now, Aya decided to go get a quick bite to eat...

[The Kingpin]

"Definately. Part of the problem with them being torn apart from the inside out is that they are trying to move around, trying to fight the transformation. It obstructs the cells when the newly formed ones try and function with the old ones. They just don't work. It's like trying to get a...car's engine to work with blenders where pistons should be. Just doesn't fit. a Muscle relaxant would solve that though. Put them in a state of temporary paralysis, allows the cells to transition smoothly without constantly being forced to work with cells they aren't capable of operating with yet. I have some in my briefcase. Had a hunch you wouldn't have any. But if you can't get it delivered, I'll get in touch with a couple of contacts of mine and have a decent quantity brought over" explained Atlas as he eyed the two subjects, looking back at Sam...

[Giratina93]

By nw, the mecha-scorpions had finished their little bout, with the largest of them having won out. The 6 foot long robot immediately moved out, heading out a hole just large enough for it to fit through. Equipped on the 8 compund eyes were cameras, cameras that would enable Craven to see what his toy saw...

[Hopeflower]

Sam's expression lightened a bit, some of his original excitement for the project returning. "I see what you mean," he said. "Do you want to try it now, or wait a bit?"

[The Kingpin]

"Definitely" said Atlas as he put away his notepad and pen, walking towards the door and taking his briefcase, opening it, five small bottles of the relaxant, a syringe, and a few other bottles of various medicines, along with a couple of files, occupying the briefcase's slim interior. he removed a bottle and a syringe, handing them to Sam. "I get the feeling you'll need someone to restrain Olivia while she's injected. Dean shouldn't be much of a problem, unless he's a lot further along than he looks"...

[Hopeflower]

Sam nodded, turned back to the last room and said, "Evan, Dylan, c'mere. Atlas has an idea; he needs you two to restrain Olivia. Two men stepped through the door, one holding a pair of handcuffs, the other a keyring. Evan stepped forward and grabbed one of Olivia's wrists before she could pull away, clipping one of the cuffs onto it. She shrieked and tried to jerk away, holding her free arm as far away as she could. Dylan opened the cell and Evan pushed forward first, grabbing for her other hand. Olivia gave an animalistic snarl, swifly switching from fear to anger as she was backed into a corner, baring her teeth, flecks of frothy spit spinning away from her lips. She growled and snapped at the scientist's fingers, nearly managing to sink her teeth into his arm as he finally got a hold on her free wrist. He wreched her around, pushing her against the wall and holding her firmly as he cuffed her hands behind her back. He was doing his best not to hurt her, but the way Olivia wrenched around in a frenzy, trying to turn her head and upper torso to bite him, was going to do some damage before too long had passed.

[The Kingpin]

In a matter of seconds, Atlas drifted in, syringe in hand, putting a hand against the girl's head, keeping it firm against the wall as he put the syringe to her jugular vein, injecting a small dose of the relaxant into her as he said, his tone unnervingly calm despite the situation "The more you fight, Olivia, the more it'll hurt. Stay still and things'll get a lot more comfortable. You can take my word for it". as he emptied the syringe into her, he removed it, pulling back, heading out of the cell. "Normally it would take about a minute to 5 minutes to take full effect. will probably last about...90 minutes. These sorts of things are toxic if the amount is gauged wrong, so I'm going to need her weighed, and I need bloodwork done to find out as much about any potential risks she may be exposed to by prolonged exposure. Once I know, I can set up an IV. For now, we'll use this to keep them under control. But Considering the risks, I think it might be a good idea to use something a bit more patient-friendly. Cisatracurium besilate would be a good alternative. Would be less risky to all the patients, And probably available in fair amounts in the storage rooms here. Once we have them on IVs, duration of effects won't be as big of an issue, and we can address other problems like the issue of cellular transition. See if we can't up the success rate a few notches" he said as he eyed Sam, removing the needle from the syringe and placing the bottle along with the syringe itself back in the briefcase...

[Hopeflower]

"Olivia is about 98 pounds," Sam replied. "We took a vial of her blood, as we did with the others, before we gave them their respective solutions. They're all labeled, kept in that room." He gestured back through the door they'd come through. "I'm sure we do have cisatracurium besilate - I can ask Lydia to get some when she's on her break." Olivia was still fighting as fiercely as before, even as Evan backed her over to her bed. Dean, behind them, gave a gurgling heave, and something spattered to the floor. Sam turned, wincing at the fact that Dean was still puking blood; he really was going downhill fast. "I don't know how much we'll be able to do for him," he sighed.

[The Kingpin]

"How heavy is he?" asked Atlas, deciding to do it himself rather than hand it to Sam's collegues to do it themselves, the man drawing a fresh needle and placing it on the syringe, putting the tip to the opening in the top of the bottle, ready to draw from it...

[Hopeflower]

"About 110 pounds; he's lost a lot of weight recently, because he can't keep much down," Sam said, turning back to Olivia in time to see Evan cuff her to the bed. "It's for your own good," he heard his coworker murmur. Evan left the cell and Dylan locked the door behind him, opening Dean's cell door for Atlas.

[The Kingpin]

Atlas thought over the information for a moment, drawing a small amount of the drug with the syringe, taking a small bit of cotton dabbed in alcohol, before moving into the cell and crouching beside the tired, weak-looking half-human laying before him. "This'll help make it easier to cope" said the man as he rubbed down the side of the half-man's neck, finding the jugular vein. He pressed the needle against the vein, injecting the drug into him slowly, before moving back, leaving the tired man in peace. He did some horrific work. There was no doubt in that. But that did not mean Atlas was a man without sympathy...

[Hopeflower]

The most Dean could offer was a low rasp as he tried to respond, his throat raw from his screams and fairly frequent vomiting. He coughed, then tried again, this time managing a faint, "...why....try..?" His voice was heavily distorted, inhuman-sounding, vocal cords nearly mutated beyond use.