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[log] FRANKEN STEIN CALL OUT POST [closed]

Characters: Fiona, Rhys (kinda), Angel, Watson, Stein, Haurchefant, Beckett, Ecks
Location Building 35
Date: Morning/Day 116
Summary: The Rescue Squad hunts down Stein and "Rhys", everything goes horribly wrong
Warnings: Violence ofc, kidnapping, talk of non-consensual brain surgery, injury, THIS LOG IS ALSO A MESS

okay guys GET TERRIBLE

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[He hasn't even blocked the door. The surgery was a success, and even though his exhaustion hasn't quite caught up to him his hands are shaking and his vision is blurred. So, he's slumped against a wall, in an unfocused doze.

The door slams open, and Stein struggles to his feet. He's exhausted, so he's slower than he needs to be right now, but that's fine. He's the DMWA's most skilled meister, there's no way any of these people could be a threat.]

Good morning!

[Ecks is nearer the back of the group, waiting for those on point to engage Dissect so the rescue taskforce, herself included, can focus on Rhys. Lightning fast reflexes grant her a split second to react as the door bangs open and Stein calls out his greeting, and verbal reflex kicks in.]

Good morning.

[Haurchefant is at Beckett's side, with a shield on one arm and the fireplace poker in another.

His blue gaze is fixed on the man everyone calls "Stitches"...

Don't let him too close he reminds himself.]

Where is he!?

Edited 2016-05-14 15:20 (UTC)

[Fiona, still hanging back, tightens her grip on the axe handle but is mostly willing to let the tough guys handle this. At least, she is until she sees the scratches down Stitches' face, and the obvious bruising around his throat, and her stomach sinks. There's no way Rhys would have done that unless he had to, not with how obviously scared he was when he messaged her.]

What did you do to him?

[Questions are already being asked. John doesn't bother with them, he just scans the house and starts moving quietly along the wall toward the only other door in the place.]

[Doctor Watson is on the move, which means Ecks should be on the move. She glances at Dr. Stitches following her little greeting to him -- he's tired, injured, threat level still high -- but follows Watson's lead.]

[ Yeah, he supposes he should probably bail Stitches out. The one thing he'll give the assbag before he comes for him. That, and a small headstart. A few small favors for one large favor.

He comes from the next room, scooping the last bite of the last bit of ice cream from its cup. Leaning against the frame and smiling. Bandages around his head and eye so they can't see that it's gone from blue to gold. ]

Mornin', kids. Are you harassing my doctor?

[Haurchefant bristles when he sees Rhys. The eyes... The eyes are wrong.

He sneers, internally battling between two instincts.

One instinct says to vent his frustration on the mad doctor, to make him pay for what he has done.

The other says to protect Doctor Watson and the patchwork woman.

The knightly duties win him over and he mutters to Beckett, his eyes remaining focused on Stitches.]

Keep him occupied but do not allow him to get you in his grip.

I will protect the others. Shout, if you need aught of me.

[Saying this he backs up and follows Watson along the wall to Rhys.

He says nothing to the man, at least not yet. There are others here who know him better.]

[ Angel manages to drop her bag in her haste to run towards Rhys as he appears in the doorway. Heedless of the spillage (it's just a bag of dumb flour WHO CARES), she opens her mouth to yell for him and

stops.

Yeah, no. That's not Rhys. She knows both men and their mannerisms enough to know exactly who that is, and she glances over at Fiona for confirmation. ]

Um, guys? Guys, stop, that's --

[ Maybe this is a misunderstanding. Not how it seems. This happens sometimes when Rhys suffers head trauma, right? Accidentally? And that's clearly a thing that's happened. Maybe he'll be back any second now.

Except she knows that's not the case and he called Stitches his doctor and it all makes sense and her dad warned her about this and it's too, too horrible. Too much of a betrayal, surely, even for-- ]

-- Handsome Jack.

[John halts.]

What?

[Everything is off about this, and Fiona is reminded instantly of the way Rhys had acted back home, when she'd been wondering what was odd about him. Angel will get her confirmation from Fiona in the way her eyes widen and then her brows knit, jaw setting.]

Jack.

["Venomous" isn't enough of a word for the way she says his name. She's doing her best to ignore the implications of this, stacked up along with everything else they know.]

Nice of you to drop in. Let us talk to Rhys.

[Beckett's last encounter with Jack had been brief and violent; but the change in Rhys is all too obvious, and of course he believes Angel at once. Though he begins to follow Haurchefant's instruction - moving, subtly, back towards the group and then towards Stitches, set to take advantage of the general distraction - he is listening for the interaction. He's got a bad feeling about it already.

There are things Angel would prefer not to believe. Beckett, the lack of a personal involvement aside, is older and wearier and much more cynical. He can believe them easily. He's moving on Stitches. He has a solid suspicion of what Jack would say next, and that answer would seal the doctor's death sentence.]

[Haurchefant keeps his shield high, eyes on Rhys though he tries to remain alert to the other viper in the room.

The expression is not Rhys's either.]

Angel, what has happened?

[He's heard that there was an AI in Rhys. House caused some trouble over it a while back. But surely the AI couldn't simply seize control like this...surely...]

[Well, it looks like everyone's distracted by Handsome Jack. At least the AI's good for something. Stein assesses the room, sorts his opponents into various threat levels, and scans for any kind of weapons. He has the knife still, and the clothes hanger, and ... and matches, and the powder that Angel just dropped. If he's lucky, that's actually flour.]

Rhys isn't here right now. [He says, casually, and waits for Beckett to spring.]

Rhys is standing there.

[Helpfully pointing out the Rhys in the room right now. She's not stupid, though; even if she's not familiar enough with Rhys (or body language in general) to make the catch Angel did, she knows what is in Rhys's head.]

If that is the AI, where is Rhys's mind?

[She was told to retrieve Rhys, okay, she needs to know the deets.]

Oh, iunno. Did - did you save those bits?

[ A snicker, though it's oddly... joyless? ]

Just a joke, guys! Don't flip out! The guy was literally toasted, soooo...

No. He wasn't.

[ John has a paint scraper in his hand; his grip on it tightens. ]

Dr. Stitches you just murdered a man and put a psychopath in charge of his body. That is not a good place to be standing. Whatever you did, you're going to fix it.

Edited 2016-05-19 05:33 (UTC)

You know I can't. [He can't fix it. So he shrugs, taking a step away from the wall. He's fairly sure that's flour on the floor now, and that it's spilling from a bag. It's been a while since he's blown anything up.]

There's no point in trying, there isn't anything left to fix. If I had my lab, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, but without the proper equipment this was the only option.

[The matches are in his pocket, and he reaches for them.]

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