Natanael Guerrero (peculiarities) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-05-12 11:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: january 04, kazuma uemori, player: liv |
[cis]
Who: Kazuma Uemori + Anyone!
What: Without a target assigned for a change, Kazuma finally finds the time to moonlight around the lab as a Centurion.
When: After lunch of 2014 January 04
Where: Cistron Lab, maybe near a fire exit towards the back or something.
Rating: tbd
Status: tbd
If there was anything Kazuma felt grateful for the drugged cookie for, it was the opportunity it gave him to exercise his astral form. The deal with him on conjuring one up was that he had to be mostly motionless so he could devote his sight almost completely to his smokey projection and actually see through its smokey eyes.
And that was what he was doing in that dim corner of the laboratory, phone out to look at but only so he could have a prop if anyone asked him his business. What he really was doing was scouting the backside of the facility for as far as he could manage without making his head bleed. His projection had already lost its form, now mostly haze anyone could swat away but he'd always thought it was better that way.
He looked through doors, down stairwells, cracks and hidden corners for any form of a secret exit. A couple of times, he thought he finally found one perfect for a child of 8 to slip through but the problem was that he didn't know what lied beyond and where it led, as he was limited by the distance of astral skills and the chip on his shoulder -- almost literally.
This whole side quest was taking too long, Kazuma knew. Two people have died again under the knife just the last day and there was nothing he could have done to save them without compromising himself. On top of that, he and his fellow Collectors had become subjects for experiments, themselves. What did that mean? Had the scientists move onto step 2 or something worse? A deep frown set itself on his face, making him look dark. He already had plans to infiltrate the laboratories and computers and sneak out at least five children, even how to call for help or where he could hide them. But they were all mostly half-baked, based only on assumptions from whatever he read and saw of the island. Every one of them had at least an 80% chance of failing.
The risk was too high.
He sighed within himself as he returned to his physical form, fighting the urge to place a hand on his eyes to reacquaint himself with being real again. The days of scouting around the area have long been over, he needed to accept that. Kazuma needed a plan that was more aggressive now. And he may have to choose between two priorities now: destroy the lab or rescue the captives?