Jello Shot Mischa wrote:Leaving the banshee-driver and the now bubble-headed beach bimbos to their conversation, the soldiers investigating the scene will find the half-dozen or so cloaked figures scattered about. Several look badly injured by the blast, although for some, their injuries seem strange. The reason for this might be revealed as one stirs... and then grabs for the nearest soldiers leg, its face lifting up to reveal the pallid skin and vacant expression of a zombie girl! "Brraaaaains~" she moans, trying to gnaw on the armored soldier's leg!
The most useful source of information might be the leader of this group... but they seem to be unconscious near where the cannister of violet gas was. Having gotten a strong dose of it, they seem to have been reduced to a ditzy girl, giggling in her sleep...
Luckily the armored souldiers leg is... armored. Unless the jaw can bite through metal he should be fine. Glancing down. "Lovely..." He mutters... kicking at her head. The rest begin isolating the zombies from the survivors... the commander grabbing the ditzy girl and hauling her into the van to interrogate her... pausing as he sees the bimbos, who wave. "Hiii!" He sighs. The driver speaks up. "Sorry. sir..." He looks to the driver, then shrugs. "It will be alright... this will probably mean setbacks for us. And opportunities."
He straps the sleeping, giggling girl to a seat... then shakes her awake!
Jello Shot Mischa wrote:
The young woman listens to the scientist's words attentively, although as she concludes she smirks slightly. "I will see that our database is update with the more correct information you have provided, then," she says. "As for the issue of 'access'... perhaps you should refresh yourself upon the legislation regarding 'adverse possession'. The former owner of this property is free to return and challenge our claim of ownership of it -- however, since our records indicate that the most recent claimant -- one 'Acting President Dee' -- has currently disappeared into some unknown interdimensional void, that may be difficult." She shrugs. "As for the sanity of our leadership... well, extrapolation of past records suggests your own organization has constructed facilities in places of dubious ownership, including at least one potential site under a public park, where it produced a hazard to the populace. On the other hand, our facility was constructed in response to claims that this area would become hazardous without the former structure to contain it, and so we took responsibility for our actions and have since worked to construct an area that will in fact be of net benefit to the populace. Already thousands are able to live productive lives here, without the potential danger the Sand Academy posed."
"However, since you did elaborate on the intentions of your mission... I am willing to grant you tentative access to the outer areas of our facility in order to collect data on the current state of the ambient color energies pervading it. However, the location of 'ground zero' is currently the site of some very delicate research and experimentation, and as such I cannot permit access to it at this point in time."
The young girl shakes her head. "That is not acceptable. And as for your 'containment' let me put things straight. The former Sand Academy was of threat only if you blundered into it. This current irradiated version is the same. On both occaisons, you have seen fit to act with overwhelming and unnecessary actions against this place. What could have been a valuable place of research has been reduced to a glowing crater. Then squatted on by your organization."
She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Let me offer you an ultimatum... before I develop a migraine from your spin and political back talk. If you do not allow us immediate and total access to this sight. We will acquire it by the same methods you have. This visit is a courtesy of the highest order. Black Isles is not known for asking when we want something."
