I don't know, but I like this. Canon is 28 Weeks Later!

[fuckthemission]

... Right. This is a pretty weird set-up, but it beats everything before it. It's just too bad I can't stretch my feet a little at an actual game, huh?

Yeah, yeah, I know; some people prefer to stay cozy in their own storylines, but y'know... mine's pretty fucked, if I had to say so. I'd prefer anything over Rage carriers trying to poke out my eyes or give me a 'love' nibble.

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[glitchy_perfection]

A-a-another imperfect be-be-being of meat meat.

How-ho-how fortunate-fortunate you ra-ran into me-to me.

[fuckthemission]

[... He's not even surprised. Well, he should be, if he weren't already jaded by high-technology. But he's not. Instead he just raises an eyebrow at that.]

Yeah, that's me, the being of meat.

Should I ask what's so fortunate about it?

[glitchy_perfection]

[Bahahaha this isn't some iPod, boy. This is a GODDESS you're talking to. At least she thinks so.]

Despi-despite yo-your weak an-and underdevelop-underdeveloped body, it ca-can be of-of-of some use-some use to me.

[fuckthemission]

[Wow, rude, my bod is totally developed. >:|]

Is that so? I don't know, I'm not very good at following orders.

[Well, before he ran off to help Scarlet and the others.]

[dedicatedbitch]

If anywhere your mun might send you is preferable to your world, I'm not even going to ask for details.

[fuckthemission]

Well, that's good, because I'm top tier. No confidential information guaranteed. [But he says it in a way that implies he hardly takes it or himself seriously; it doesn't really matter now, anyway, since he's a.) MIA and b.) very very dead.] All I know is I wouldn't mind a quieter place.

[dedicatedbitch]

Impressive. [ She seems a little uncertain, though, mostly because of his tone. ] I wouldn't really hold your breath on that. These muns? They tend to enjoy making things difficult. Or sending us to places that definitely aren't quiet and vacation-y.

[fuckthemission]

A little noise isn't too bad. My job kept me on my toes long enough, anyway. I would just prefer not running for my life, where ever I end up; it's great for a workout, but after a while you'd prefer a treadmill.

And maybe a decent radio with good music.

[Man, people don't make music very often back home. It's a good thing CDs and mp3s still exist for them.]

[dedicatedbitch]

And now I have to ask: what were you running from? [ And this is where the discomfort sets in and a slight panic causes her eyes to widen. ] You're not, like, wanted by the mob or something, are you?

[fuckthemission]

Ha, the mob would be a warm welcome. No, we're dealing with rage carriers: once you're infected, you're a bloodthirsty bastard who'll stop at nothing to spread the virus. And if you're unlucky enough to get killed by 'em, at least you're not one of them.

[dedicatedbitch]

Here's hoping you get lucky enough to end up somewhere without that, then. I have a feeling there might be a couple places just as bad as that out there, though. Just... you know. Fair warning.

[fuckthemission]

[He smiles.]

I appreciate it. Can never be too prepared, especially since I'm the new guy in this place. Anything else you'd want to warn me about?

[dedicatedbitch]

Beat her over the head if she starts thinking about a place called Atia. Or Anatole.

[raglady]

Love nibbles, huh? Sounds to me like you must have really pissed off your girlfriend if you're calling her a 'Rage carrier.'

[fuckthemission]

Heh, if only I had had a decent women in my life. Too busy watching things go to hell in one night; but if you can find me a cute girl with a nice personality that isn't infected with rabies, let me know. I've got plenty of time now.

[raglady]

Picky, picky. So what kind of rabies are we talking about here, because I'm getting the feeling with a gun like that, you're not just out to avoid a trip to the hospital - unless you're really scared of needles.

[fuckthemission]

No, not needles, but blood. Now that makes me squeamish.

[He looks down thoughtfully, clicking his tongue.]

This virus basically turns you into a crazy husk of a person who just wants to kill anything you get your hands on. A bite? A drop of blood in your eye? You only got a few seconds before you're running rampant trying to tear someone's face off.

... It's pretty hard to deal with.

[bearings]

Rage carriers... ( not hollow repetition, but not quite a question. her hands frame her face as she seems to think about something. sifting through memories to figure out if she's heard it before. no, but it sounds gruesome enough to be real. )

[fuckthemission]

Rage Carriers. I don't suppose you've heard of a 'Rage Virus'?

... I'm hoping it's a 'never heard of it', because you'd be better off that way.

[bearings]

No, no virus. Just rage.

[fuckthemission]

Ah. Right. I don't know very many people in my profession who haven't seen rage. But the people with the virus are especially good at pulling off the look. You couldn't miss it.

[bearings]

( no but it sounds like she wants to. tentatively, unsure if the burden of knowing will be worth it: )

Was it created?

[fuckthemission]

... So they say. Straight out of the labs. I guess it was all an accident, but the fact that it was being cooked up in there was bad enough, huh?

[a pause]

Some accident that was.

[bearings]

There are no accidents. They control everything. ( she touches her lips briefly and lets her hands fall, but watches them as though they could do something unintended. quieter, but not quite to him: ) Everyone.

[fuckthemission]

I guess that's pretty accurate. And the moment you decide you don't wanna' follow the rules, they nuke your ass; it's pretty unfair, not being able to quit like any normal job. But I guess it's just not the same as Seven Eleven.

[widowing]

[ oh hello sir you have a familiar face. :| ]

Your situation must be quite dire.

[fuckthemission]

[You'd be surprised how alike they are. :|

For now, though, he grimaces.]

You could say that. It was dire, anyway; I'm not sure if it's gotten any better or not since I last knew. But I have my fingers crossed.

[After all, he really wanted to get those three out of there alive. What happened to them? He wished he knew.]