Cross Effects 3.0 - November 16, 2014—April 13, 2015

[Panda]

As Sakura got in the car, she wrinkled her nose.

What is that smell!

She coughed, but didn't say anything about it.

"If you want," Henderson says offhandedly, having driven people who couldn't appreciate the smell before, "You can open a window."

Yukina, intending to be lead to the hospital, then stepped out of the car for a while and bowed down respectfully towards the old man's car, saying "Oji-san, please lead me be." She then went back in the car, waiting for his lead.

Henderson shrugs, then turns to Mordred, "Can you tell me where to go?"

[Kat]

Henderson shrugs, then turns to Mordred, "Can you tell me where to go?"

"Alright, I will be your co-pilot. Just heed my instructions" Applying her knowledge of the layout of the city, she gave the old man tips how to reach the hospital

(OOC: Let's assume she just gave him tips, I have no clue OOC where the hospital is since we don't have a map)

[Panda]

Henderson shrugs, then turns to Mordred, "Can you tell me where to go?"

"Alright, I will be your co-pilot. Just heed my instructions" Applying her knowledge of the layout of the city, she gave the old man tips how to reach the hospital

Henderson peels out with the usual disregard for traffic laws as he follows Mordred's directions, speeding through the city as he makes his way to the hospital. Before long, Henderson drifts to a stop in at the ER entrance, just barely avoiding crashing through the doors as he screeches to a stop.

"Name's Henderson, by the way," Henderson says, having just now realized that he never introduced himself.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

The building did to Law's relief, have central heating. He enjoyed the hell out of it while he searched for some stairs. Whatever had shot that thing at him, and the dead girl, would likely be on the roof. He dodged an odd stare from the Janitor at the blood covering his jacket, ducking into the stairwell and taking them two at a time all the way up. It was good exercise. Besides it gave him some time to think.

Are you just going to run in there gun drawn?

No.

Do you even have a plan?

Find the girl, figure out what the fuck is up with her, figure out what the fuck is up with me being here, and figure out who the hell tried to blow us up. Then likely pop a cap in their ass.

I like the last part of the plan. That should be the entire plan.

Ignoring the Driver's hunger for revenge, Lawrence pulled his .45 Auto, cocking back the hammer. The top landing let him catch his breath for a few seconds before he struck out for the door to the roof.

Oh, so you are going in gun drawn. Decided I'm right then?

Sort of. Just better to have it ready.

Turning the door handle, Law walked back out into the cold.

[Kaze]

EMIYA SHIROU

He didn’t know what to think. She was a Dead Apostle and she had just drank from him. Had she injected some of her blood as well? Was she going to turn him into one of her ghouls? He felt fine though, save for the horrible ache in his crotch and the wetness in his pants.

"At least you know that everything still works," the blond spoke in Japanese while grinning at him. "So, why the bloody hell were you trying to kill me?"

It didn’t add up. He had attacked this girl, and she had powered through everything he threw at her, nearly destroyed his manhood, bit him, made him orgasm, and now was politely asking why he had tried to make her explode.

Her body had repaired itself using his blood, and her appearance was no longer marred by 3rd degree burns and gaping holes caused by his swords. The vampire’s body was young, still that of a girl who hadn’t quite reached adulthood. Small breasts were barely covered by heavily burned garments, which suited her wiry frame. Yellow-gold hair fell down to her shoulder blades and indigo eyes sparkled with mischief.

Shirou averted his eyes again. Her smile was too painful, it brought up memories he didn’t want to recall. He tried to clear his head, but the heat refused to leave his cheeks.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and he turned to see a man walking onto the roof with them, gun in hand and a tight frown on his face. Shirou swore internally and decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Ignoring the burning pain between his legs, he pushed himself to his feet as fast as his shaky balance would allow, mentally tracing his favored twin swords just in case.

[Kat]

Henderson peels out with the usual disregard for traffic laws as he follows Mordred's directions, speeding through the city as he makes his way to the hospital. Before long, Henderson drifts to a stop in at the ER entrance, just barely avoiding crashing through the doors as he screeches to a stop.

"Name's Henderson, by the way," Henderson says, having just now realized that he never introduced himself.

"Uh, Henderson, while your driving skills are awesome, I'm worried we will catch attention of those cops whom that crazy holier-than-thou monster brainwashed." Certainly, she was amazed by his skill as a stunt driver, but that being bothered her mind. She recognized disposing off Hamara, with whatever means possible as the thing that should be done for the good of the city but knew the way she was she had low chances of taking him down.

[Knick]

Hamara

She wished to know what it means to be impure, to be polluted. And so Hamara would enlighten her.

“Thou are impure, polluted. Thou possess something non-human within thyself, and for that thou become less than man.” Hamara stated. “No longer do thy match the truth of humanity, but thou are not fully corrupted and so thou are still my sister, despite your polluted nature and your inability to see what I am.”

Hamara turned to look down the street; the direction the metal cart took the fallen one.

“She has become something far less then you are.  An aberration, a fallen sister that does not even deserves to be called that.”

He looked back at Saber.

“So put away your sword, my polluted sister. For your blood does not need to be spilt.”

[SINIB]

Sakura sat trembling, clutching her seatbelt tightly.

"Oh, we've arrived. Your driving is extremely... Interesting, Mr. Henderson."

With that, Sakura jumped out of the car, faust following close behind.

[Panda]

Sakura sat trembling, clutching her seatbelt tightly.

"Oh, we've arrived. Your driving is extremely... Interesting, Mr. Henderson."

With that, Sakura jumped out of the car, faust following close behind.

Henderson offers the girl a nod, then briefly considers taking a swallow of the brandy he kept in stock before deciding against it.

"Uh, Henderson, while your driving skills are awesome, I'm worried we will catch attention of those cops whom that crazy holier-than-thou monster brainwashed." Certainly, she was amazed by his skill as a stunt driver, but that being bothered her mind. She recognized disposing off Hamara, with whatever means possible as the thing that should be done for the good of the city but knew the way she was she had low chances of taking him down.

Henderson considers this for a moment, then shrugs as he opens the door.
"If they come looking for me, it certainly makes asking them about any leads they may have on my Lawn Gnomes easier," he says, as if this sort of thing happens to him all the time.

[Elf]

Forest

Instead of getting an actual response, Forest got a whole lot of blushing from her would be killer and him averting his eyes.  That made her tilt her head as she studied him.  Part of her wanted to look into his mind.  Find out his motives that way, and find out who he was.

Maybe even get a name, she thought before brushing it off.  She didn't want to go poking into his mind.  Well, she did but she was more concerned with getting him to not think she was some horrible monster who had to die and maybe even trust her. 

Still, the blushing and the lack of eye contact made her feel slightly guilty when she remembered that most Asians were almost as repressed as she was.  I'd probably avoid making eye contact if someone punched me in the tits and forced me to orgasm before asking me why I tried to kill them, she thought. 

Borrowed blood painted her cheeks a faint pink as she was about to try to do something else to get him to just answer her bloody question when the roof door opened.  Standing there was an injured man covered in blood, holding a gun.  Frowning, she managed to stand, her injured leg not completely healed yet.

Her Calico on the other hand unsteadily got on his feet and looked like he was about to rabbit.  Sighing, she reached out and grabbed his arm.  "No, you're not going anywhere," she told him in first English, then repeated herself in Japanese, Koren, Cantonese and Mandarin. "I just want to talk."

Then to the new comer she shouted, "You should really sit down.  I'll come over and tend to your wounds as best as I can, but running about isn't going to help that hole in your gut."


Saber

Saber stared at the man for a moment, but did not put away Excalibur.  She lowered it to her side and then she laughed.

"Of course I am not a 'man'.  I was a king.  Part of being a king is throwing away all earthly desires.  A king must be more than a 'man' to rule.  It was a mistake, but I was not wrong," she said, tilting her head up defiantly.

[Knick]

Hamara

Hamara shook his head, “No, being something such as a king, a leader of men, is not what I speak.” He said with certainty, to be a ruler does not make you something other than a human.

“I speak of your blood or soul; something resides within it, something that should not be there. It taints your very existence with its presence and perverts it to something other then the Truth."

[Ivan The Mouse]

Rattus/Neo/Yukina

The old man sped through the city with great and reckless speed, and Yukina saw it. As she tried to keep up with him, she was terrified, but she was eager to bring her two wounded companions to the hospital. And so, she kept up and never minded if it scared her or not. She was speeding too, but she was just trying to keep up with the crazy old man in the fast car.

However, during the duration of her travel, some of Neo and Rattus' smaller wounds have began to heal themselves in a fast rate. They didn't look as damaged as they were initially, and some of the greater wounds have shrunk in size. This was made possible by the potion they took earlier, which hastened their recovery.

[Kat]

Henderson considers this for a moment, then shrugs as he opens the door. "If they come looking for me, it certainly makes asking them about any leads they may have on my Lawn Gnomes easier," he says, as if this sort of thing happens to him all the time.

Eh, if he could defeat that sparkly wanker I would just convince Henderson he stole his Lawn Gnomes Mordred joked to herself, not actually believing Henderson was capable of such feat. The man was full of pluck and luck, but she felt more would be needed to defeat Hamara.

[Panda]

The moment Henderson got out of the car, however, the doors barely opened fast enough to allow a sudden river of people out of the emergency lobby, all desperate to get away from this crazy man who had nearly crashed through the doors. Henderson watches the crowd, one eyebrow raised above the edge of his aviators, before wandering in to find that purple-haired girl, the edgy guy in robes, and those few who were too sick or injured to move. Looking around, Henderson makes his way over to the front desk, the employee attending it staring at him with a mixture of disdain and horror.

"'Pologies for the commotion," Henderson says to the speechless secretary, "A few friends of mine are a bit torn up, and I wasn't foolin' with any o' them celery phones."

"S-s-sure," the secretary says, shaken from his shell-shock by the mention of people needing medical attention, "Just bring them in. There isn't really much of a waiting list right now..."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Forest

Instead of getting an actual response, Forest got a whole lot of blushing from her would be killer and him averting his eyes.  That made her tilt her head as she studied him.  Part of her wanted to look into his mind.  Find out his motives that way, and find out who he was.

Maybe even get a name, she thought before brushing it off.  She didn't want to go poking into his mind.  Well, she did but she was more concerned with getting him to not think she was some horrible monster who had to die and maybe even trust her. 

Still, the blushing and the lack of eye contact made her feel slightly guilty when she remembered that most Asians were almost as repressed as she was.  I'd probably avoid making eye contact if someone punched me in the tits and forced me to orgasm before asking me why I tried to kill them, she thought. 

Borrowed blood painted her cheeks a faint pink as she was about to try to do something else to get him to just answer her bloody question when the roof door opened.  Standing there was an injured man covered in blood, holding a gun.  Frowning, she managed to stand, her injured leg not completely healed yet.

Her Calico on the other hand unsteadily got on his feet and looked like he was about to rabbit.  Sighing, she reached out and grabbed his arm.  "No, you're not going anywhere," she told him in first English, then repeated herself in Japanese, Koren, Cantonese and Mandarin. "I just want to talk."

Then to the new comer she shouted, "You should really sit down.  I'll come over and tend to your wounds as best as I can, but running about isn't going to help that hole in your gut."

Lawrence didn't put away the .45, instead gesturing with his head at the Asian man holding a pair of swords. Really, he had half a mind (and half his soul) telling him to snap a shot off in his leg, or chest. The man was hurt but he'd likely been the cause of the explosion. He seemed to also be able to call the blades out of thin air. Magic maybe?

"First things first, tell him to drop the swords. And if he tries to pull any mojo on me, he gets a bullet. Nearly killed me with that damn explosion earlier," Law said. The fact the dead girl was half naked lead to some pretty colorful thoughts before he quelled them. "Second, who the hell are you, and why aren't you breathing, and healing like that? Oh, and names. I don't want to call you Zombie Girl for the rest of this. Third," Law took a breath, "I'm Law, or Lawrence if you feel formal, and I'm fine Zombie Girl. I've taken care of it. What the fuck is this place anyway, and where the hell am I?"