Scene #7961: A Vampire goes Exploring!

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Warfarin	Warfarin's alone for the first time in a while. Not joined by any other Operator, or even her Paladin allies... this pale skinned, red eyed girl is out in this magitech metropolis, eyes wide in surprise and awe. "Well, I think this is the perfect place to set my research lab up. Especially away from Dr. Kal'tsit. Can't tell me I can't experiment on people when I'm not on Rhodes." she gets this small mad science giggle. "Alright, where to start, where to start..." as she starts heading off towards a small, one floor building. "That should do, I think."
Rita Ma	"And you're sure you saw her? ... Okay. Yeah. Don't worry about it, then. Hanging up." Warfarin is not, in fact, alone. Rita the perfectly ordinary girl hops gracefully from rooftop to rooftop. Her cellphone is snapped shut and stowed in her little satchel once more. Her Watch contacts serve her extremely well. "It's been a while since I heard your voice, Dr. Warfarin." Her voice comes from above, but it doesn't stay 'above' for long. Rita drops down several stories, dents the lid of a dumpster with her landing, and then hops off to land gracefully in the alley. She's dressed such that she could almost blend in, here: pleated skirt, button-up shirt, jacket tied around her waist by the sleeves. Her alert posture and the focused look in her eyes makes it clear that she's Someone, though, even if Warfarin doesn't recognize her face. "You were just saying something about 'human experimentation', weren't you? Would the Paladins really approve of that?" Rita pauses. Her expression shifts from 'careful neutral' to a little frown. "Mmmm. Don't answer that question. Whether or not they do, I don't."
Warfarin	There was a voice she hasn't heard in a while... "Rita, wasn't it?" the vampire questions openly, head swiveling towards the figure with a fanged smile upon her face. "Do you make it a habit to listen to people's private conversations?" She plants the IV Bag Holder's tip into the ground, her black outfit sways a bit as she swivels further to face the lady. "Regardless, it's for a greater good. I /have/ to find some sort of cure for orignium infections, you understand right? Sometimes... you have to do something... not so nice." She rolls her head a bit, small pops of her neck echo in some eerie silence, "Why do you care, though? Its not like I'm going to experiment on you..." pause, "Unless you're going to actively volunteer."
Rita Ma	"Do you make it a habit to listen to people's private conversations?" Rita actually seems a little startled by the accusation. She goes on the defensive: "Hey, it isn't like that! I was just doing the roof-hopping thing, and..." "And anyway, if you're talking about things that awful, it's everyone's business!" Her expression sets into plucky determination again. Rita takes a step forward. "'A disease that just has to be cured'. I understand that. But 'it's for the greater good' is always messed up. Hurting people who haven't done anything wrong... are you saying that's really the best you can do? Are you saying that 'Doctor Warfarin' can't possibly find a way to solve this that doesn't take hurting people?" "Maybe you ought to listen to 'Doctor Kal'tsit' more. They seem sure they can find a better way." By her sides, Rita's hands curl- not into fists, but into claws.
Warfarin	"Uh huh." Warfarin shakes her head. "It's not awful." she replies defensively, that smile... turning into a frown. "Then again, what would you know." she looks towards the hands... "Kal'tsit is great, I won't fault you for that comment. But we have both... both been looking for something, Rita. Two great medical minds here..." she sighs, "But once again, what do you know..." She moves away from Rita, "An experiment herself would know some people are trying to go for the greater good, and not create super cancer... or monstrosities." she sighs, "I'd rather not fight you, as you can see, it's just me. I'm a medic."
Rita Ma	"What would you know." "An experiment herself." And, whether Warfarin meant to include Rita in that last one or not, "a monstrosity." Each of those make Rita's eyes open wide, her back stiffen, the color progressively drain from her face. "I-... I'm not..." Her voice is surprisingly trembly. "That's not true. I'm... ghhh." With a grimace, pain tips over into indignation. "What would you know?! If you really thought it was for the greater good, you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself, wouldn't you?? But you won't. It always has to be someone else who pays the cost for your dreams!" She takes another step forward. "After saying all these awful things, you think I'll just let you walk away because you don't want to fight?? I wouldn't want to fight me either. Leave this place, and never come back- that's the only way you're getting out of this unhurt. You monster."
Warfarin	Warfarin stops in her tracks, hand clutching the bag holder. 'Sacrifice yourself'. Those words ring in her pointed ears over and over. "My entire /race/, the entirety of the Sarkaz are notoriously vulnerable to Orginium." she says flatly with a growing anger in her voice. "You say this as if I /DIDN'T/ consider it myself." She fully turns around, the red eyes glare at Rita with ferocity, "This INFECTION can wipe out my entire race, are you okay with genocide? It can wipe out the world. You know what happens to a body completely subsumed by the infection? It becomes another infection vector for others." She steps foward, heavy purpose filled steps. "You tell me to experiment on myself... and you call me the monster."
Rita Ma	Rita shuts her eyes, breathes in, and breathes out. "That's it, then. Something that can wipe out the entire world... yeah. I understand that too. But even so..." Her eyes open. Something strange happens to her arm: her skin and shirtsleeve appear to peel away in a spiraling strip, revealing paler skin beneath. The strip disappears, fading into biological invisibility as it coils, leaving only her discolored arm behind as evidence. And then it lashes out. Something wet, soft, strong, and unseen wraps around Warfarin's neck and tries to bang her head against the alley wall. Rita's expression remains neutral. "You should just go, Ms. Warfarin. I promise you don't want this."
Warfarin	Warfarin's eyes focus, "You don't care. You just don't want to see anyone end up like a monster yourself." she shakes her head, "For a bit, I thought we could reach an understanding, but..." The tentacle grabs her and slams her into that wall, her hands moving to try to guard herself from at least taking a full force hit, but the slippery tentacle doesn't let her get much grip... and crack... goes the wall. She brings her hand to her head... "Ugh, that's a concussion..." she mutters, before reaching down to /BITE/ at the tentacle, trying to find purchase to let her fangs do the talking. "LET!" chomp "ME!" chomp "GO!"
Rita Ma	Rita pulls her tentacle away just as the incisor touches it, leaving a long gash on what seems to be thin air. Blood (still red, funnily enough) drips from it, but she doesn't react- probably they don't feel as much pain as the rest of her. It re-wraps itself around her arm, reconstituting her disguise, but now with a scrape on her not-skin. "You're completely right," Rita says softly. "I don't want anyone to suffer the same fate I did. If you're not going home... then there can't be any agreement. I'll send you home, one way or another." It seems as though she's going to take another single step forward, but this time Rita moves like lightning- fast enough to cover the distance between them in an eyeblink, fast enough that her clothes audibly flutter. The tentacle-grapple was a warning shot. This is for real. Rita's foot strikes Warfarin in the gut hard enough to put her through the building's exterior wall completely, into what looks like a vacant bank. She leaps through the hole after Warfarin immediately, doing a ballerina-like spin while 'unraveling' her whole body's wrappings: a dozen razor-edged tentacles lash out in a blender-like motion, briefly exposing glimpses of a mutated body underneath, and then re-weave themselves into a human disguise by the time she lands in a low crouch. "What he did to me... if you were in his place, I know you'd do it in a heartbeat! I won't let anyone else suffer like I did. If you won't be afraid of doing the wrong thing, you can at least be afraid of me."
Warfarin	"Then stop this madness and stop attacking me!" Warfarin licks the blood around her lip, "Tasty..." she whispers... "But I'm not going to leave!" The step forward catches her off guard, that speed was amazing... and nothing could prepare her for the foot into her gut. She smashes through that wall, tumbling and crashing into another, rolling into a final wall as she blew through that. Skidding to a stop, she shakes her head, blood seeping through many cuts and gashes, her outfit already torn from the wall. "You really do know nothing." she spits to the ground, a sputter of blood crashing only to pool up, along with the blood from the iv bag. Wings of crimson form upon her back with that self same blood. "Scared? Of you? No. I didn't want to do this, but I think I'll use YOU as my next experiment! You aren't my ally, you are everything I would have loved to have, but no." She floats up a bit, the healer's wings explode out into bats of blood, fluttering around and dive bombing right through the holes, rushing towards Rita with an acidic composition, any one would probably hurt and burn, but a whole flock of blood bats?!
Rita Ma	"You should be," Rita says. Weird- when Warfarin manipulates her own blood, for some reason Rita's pupils dilate. For just a moment, she breathes shallower, then effortfully shakes it off. "If you knew more, you wouldn't say that! Nobody should want what I have!! Do you know-" She's cut off by the divebombing and the swarm of bats. Again, Rita's eyes go wide. Strangely, she doesn't move. Warfarin's already made her bleed; she can't be that tough. Does she really think she can just take the attack like that? The first of the acidic bats strike her skin, where they burn and sizzle horribly. But just as Warfarin's about to strike her with the dive-bombing attack, 'Rita' unravels into squirming tentacles- a decoy, like an anglerfish's lure. The real Rita de-cloaks just feet away, already sprinting towards Warfarin. This time, the brutal kick is aimed for her side, to slam her through the front wall of the bank and out into the busy street. People scream in horror and begin to scatter. "'Your experiment'," she says softly. It's hard for Rita to sound angry- she doesn't really know how. Sometimes when angry she sounds panicked; others, like now, she sounds dull. "You really want to give me reasons to hurt you, don't you? Just like Kale." She frowns, stepping out through the hole onto the street with Warfarin. "I'm giving you one more chance. Get out of here. I don't want to go further in public."
Warfarin	When Rita comes unscathed over this, Warfarin's eyes narrow. What the hell was she made of? She braces herself for the kick and right through the wall she goes, tumbling out into the street, narrowly missing cars. She coughs up some more of her blood, she really spent a lot of herself during that, but she can't back down now... or can she. Her eyes scan the field.. and she nods. "I'd rather not give you reasons, I did want to work together, but..." She lifts herself up, dusting off some rubble. She opens up her bag and drops something in there... some flesh or something? She winces, banged up pretty good. "I have something I need." and with this, she lobs another thing from her bag... a rigged needle... loaded with a paralytic. She darts it off and slowly backs up, her aim was not going to be great, but she had to at least get /some/ lead on her.
Rita Ma	The thrown syringe ought to connect. Just for a moment, Rita flinches. Again, her arm's disguise unravels as it did before- probably the least mutated part of her body she can reveal- and an invisible tentacle swipes at the needle in the air. Glass shatters. The broken remains of the dart fall to the pavement, off to the side. "Are you going to leave?" Rita stares Warfarin down. "I've been really patient until now. But if you haven't learned your lesson, I can do worse." She's not getting a lead, but Rita seems willing to let her leave anyway. There are crowds here she could blend into, at the very least.