Dr_Izza

@alpha_dog:

Izza tilted her head to one side, fixing her eye on the leader, her expression unreadable. "If I understand your. Vernacular. You would l-like me to make something up? A... welcoming gift for. Gothic? And an antidote too I'm. Quite. Sure. Can't have anyone getting sick." She stood at the table, still lazily flipping the pages, swaying slowly from side to side. She was secretly interested now, the idea of letting something nasty loose in such a broad field had levels of experimentation normally reserved for lessor, unpopular countries.

@apex_:@vein:@venatoria:@dr_izza:@traverser:@petiri_mapoza:@cormac:@alpha_dog:

Dr Izza leafed through the file at an empty place at the table, giving it the most cursory of glances. She would read it more thoroughly later in her private quarters. Right now she was more interested in taking stock of her "teammates". She had no personal interest in the current or future state of Gothic City, but if she wanted the resources provided here she had to pay the piper, so to speak. And if Gothic was half the hole she was hearing about, it would be make a fantastic hunting ground. Her unscarred eye trailed over the others assembled, making mental notes. "You have all m-m-my assistance Mr-- Dog. I am happy to. Help you make the. Chaos. In this Gothic."

@venatoria:

The woman said all the right things. Or would have been right for another person. Money. Sanctuary. Companionship. She would do it for the resources, sure. But somewhere deep down the idea of having conversations struck a cord in her. She had always been social before her accident. Before things changed. And whatever else the case, this place had been compromised. If this women could find her, someone else could find her. In the long run she didn't have a ton of options. Slowly she nodded at the other woman. "I'll pack a few of m-m-my instruments."

@venatoria:

Izza withdrew her hand, but not before Ventoria had bit it fiercely. The industrial rubber skin wasn't pierced, but had some strong indentations from the women's incisors. She may have pressed the attack anyway, but now she was forced to catch her breath. She pulled her mask off to breath better, revealing pierced green lips, her small chest heaving a little from the brief fight. Her breathing issues and her old blood made her too weak for another attack. But instead of pressing the fight the strange women was talking now. Strange tactics for an assassin. "Recruit." She gasped, barely comprehending the word at first. The idea of a safe place came through loud and clear for her though. "Recruit for what?"

@venatoria:

Dr Izza barely had time to register Venatoria's wounds healing at super speed. She barely had time to step back from the women's counter swing, but not enough to completely clear it, the blade edge slashing across Izza's stomach, severing tough leather and only stopped by the embedded steel plates in her jacket. Higher up and she would have opened Izza's throat. Izza had gotten a lucky shot, and doubted she would get another one. "No? Just take me back and s-s-study me?" She replied, still speaking softly, but with a coolness in her voice as she stepped forward again as she tried to grab Ventoria's wrist with her left, and started to slash at her face with her right hand.

@venatoria:

Dr Izza made no reply at first, simply easing forward, noting the other woman's defensive pose. Izza's shoulders were slumped, her arms dangled limply at her sides like the arms of a marionette whose strings have been cut. Relaxed and non-threatening despite her razor gloves. The mirror opposite to Venatoria. "You should-dn't have come here." She said softly, her head tilted to one side as she examined Venatoria with her fully functioning eye. "I've tried to keep to myself. Tried to a-a-avoid unwanted attention. You understand what it is to b-b-be d-different. To d-do what you must to survive. I'm sorry you came here." She said, suddenly much closer to Venatoria, having cast a semi-hypnotic spell with her slow swaying and soft voice. "But I can't let you leave now." She said, bringing up her left hand to slash at the other woman's midsection.

@venatoria:

Izza heard someone with a Spanish accent call her name, and turned another corner that would take her toward the women without hesitation. So she was here for Izza after all. Perhaps an assassin, perhaps a fan. Izza's cynical smile was hidden under her white surgical mask. Her mind tried to flood with obvious questions, such as who knew about her, and how. And much more importantly how they had found her here. She was surprisingly articulate, given her unique mouth formation, and her voice carried well in the dim corridors, and the loud echo of her banging doors should have been like ringing the dinner bell. Perhaps the unfamiliar brazen noises had spooked the patients. Though if any animatronics were nearby the intruder would find a tougher opponent then the patient she had killed. Slinking silent as a shadow up another corridor that was almost identical to the last, she saw the woman duck her head into another room, still searching.

"The d-d-doctor will see you n-now." Her voice slightly muffled by her surgeon mask as she cleared the distance behind the woman.

@venatoria:

Izza watched with fascination as the situation took an unexpected turn, with the woman pulling away a mask to reveal her own beastly qualities. At first it had been just a blur do to the camera resolution, but now that the fight was over she could clearly see the woman's unique dental structure. If there were doubts before, there were none now that this was a unique specimen indeed. But Izza was no closer to knowing the intruders true purpose for coming here. She clearly didn't anticipate meeting the monsterous inhabitants or she would have come better armed. Unless she was just the first one and more would be along.

Izza briefly considered addressing the women, but decided against it. She would be under no compulsion to answer Izza, and speaking would just reveal her presence. There was really no choice but to investigate and question the mystery woman herself. Besides, even if the women didn't know about Izza, it would be a shame to let all that fresh blood just walk away. Typing a string of commands to unlock the cafeteria door, she quickly strapped on her steel padded straight jacket, remembering how the women had slashed into the patient. Slipping on a pair of razor-tipped heavy duty gloves, she left her sanctuary, secure in the knowledge of the asylums layout, or at least all the ways to the cafeteria from the security room. She would find the women, or she would be found herself soon enough.

O_O

@venatoria:

Dr. Izza watched as a figure dropped from the skylight, not scaling down a rope as expected but simply dropping down onto the balcony, then jumped again, performing an impressive acrobatic flip as she did. Izza took this new information with interest. Even an Olympic champion would not be able to drop as far as she did and land like a cat. This was clearly a unique specimen.

As the figure landed another ‘person’ entered the camera frame. Izza knew of this patient, having seen it wandering the halls via video feed, but had never encountered the beast personally. Apparently is had taken the cafeteria as its territory. The roar of the patient sounded small coming from the monitor speakers, but she imagined it was deafening in the confined area.

Izza briefly considered the options at her disposal. She was curious as to the woman’s purpose. And being such an athletic specimen she would no doubt have plenty of healthy blood. If the patient killed her, it would most likely also feed on her as well. There was really nothing Izza could do to stop the creature. And the intruder had brought this on themselves….

Rapidly hitting a string of keys Izza engaged the locks on the heavy door leading out of the cafeteria and waited for the show to be over.