2020-06-30 Lab Rats:Blood paw
Getting secrets
Storyteller: Arsenic (optional)
Location: Aperture Science Enrichment Center
Date and Time: June 30, 2020- 3:14 am
Summary: A triumph.
Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFObU6-qN_k
The truck has just left, with that too white that glows in the dark style—leaving Gwen in the dark with more questions than answers her items from the odd event. Is fur, and a claw that is covered in blood, and something odd green glowing. It seems to pulse in her hand. This is a Rat claw for all purposes. It is shorter, not longer like a hunting race, but it seems to have broken off inside the alley's concert wall. With these items and no answer, she is left standing out in the dark, only one way to go but home to the Ratkin.
Well, that's not exactly true, there re plenty of places to go, it's just that the most prudent one happens to be the gathering place for the Ramblers. Gwen bags the fur and claw, and having written the words 'The Pretty Soul' in her notebook, she moves along. At least there she should be able to find someone who can track down the owner of the body parts. Or at least warn them about the things that she knows.
Eating a chimichanga, Dallas had a whole bag of them from the local 7-11, tossing them out to a small group of kids of various ages. The old rat looked tired, washing down the food staple with alcohol straight from the bottle. Letting one of the older looking teens take a swig. "It might put some hair on your chest. But you should have plenty already.", teasing the young Ratkin. Sniffing the air, and looking over her shoulder. "Smell dat? Somethings in the air.", waving the kids off to scurry as he hands off the food.
Gen might have been spotted from time to time down here before, usually doing her own thing, trading parts for some of the things that she makes with the parts. Never ending cycle of building things that go boom. But tonight she carries a plastic bag with bloody body parts in it, so yes, that would smell. "DOn't feel good about it, ,but did the right thing. Lesser of two problems."
Dallas scratches the back of his head and takes another bite of his chimichanga, slowly standing once all the other rats had scattered. His free hand grabbing his guitar case, as the bum walks his way towards the smell of rotting body parts and to Gwen. "That a trophy?"; he asks with a grimace on his face.
Unlikely that it is rotting quite yet, as it wasn't that long ago when she picked them up. "No. Not at all. Evidence. Maybe materials people can use to find the owner. Trophies are somewhat useless for me. Clutter you see. Too much stuff as it is, and this really doesn't help me at all." Gwen rambles on a bit. "Guy who owned these, well, he had a tracking chip in his head and ws coming this way. Disuaded him from making it here and compromising this place, but Wherever he escaped from, likely linked to The Pretty Soul', ended up getting him again while I was trying to get aid."
"Nasty stuff.", Dallas replies while looking to the engineer. "Maybe we have buckets of that ...", pausing on the word for a moment. "... formal-de-hyde. You know the one.", scarfing down the rest of his chimichanga. "Maybe give the claws to Arsenic, later. Youngblood needs a fetish weapon. Are they sharp?", trying to inspect if Gwen was bleeding. "Don't know this pretty soul, or the chipped-head.", kicking the refuse for a moment. "What would you like done?"
"Yes I do know that chemical. But I don't know about giving over the claw. If who it belongs to is still alive, he might want it back. I was going to try to find someone who can track him down. If these people are as dangerous as they might seem, I might have to make some more Boomers and Fooshers. Maybe I can turn the van in to a Boomer. That would be fun. Copper, Magnesium and Aluminum salts. That would make for blue and sliver. That would be visually appealing." Gwen states. At the inspection she starts to look down at herself. Wet. Definitely very wet from the rain, but no bleeding from her. "And tools! I need tools so I can take out the chip. Hopefully he doesn't die, but better that than leading people here."
The claw is served as if it was turn out with a tool or sliced along the root. It is covered in pale red blue with bits of green glowing liquid mixed in with it. The very tip of the claw is bent at a strange angle from a recent brawl that happened with the Ratkin and the Wyrm. He came down from leaping off a building hitting his landing wrong. This one twisted and left to be a battle of honor for the death of the Enticer that he was after. The other claws had gone in clean, serving the head in one blow. It was a story told even three days ago in a hushed whisper, for it was bad fucking ass.
Dallas rubs a hand over the front of his face, "Finders keepers. Billy wasn't smart enough to keep them. They're yours now, Do As Thou Wilt; science-fetish and all. Billy can either regrow 'em or die without 'em.", looking around for any signs of the doomed Ratkin. "Keep Billy away from the nest. Don't need our home compromised and whatever company hauling our young'ens out for new experiments.", not wanting to shoot the messenger here, but Dallas knew rats reproduced faster than other changing breeds. Better to loose one rat in sake of the entire colony, than jeopardize the whole thing.
"If you can help him or sever the heart of that company, great. Just don't bring trouble back home.", the male sucking on his teeth. "You know what kind of chip in his head. If it's tracking or brain controlling... it's all bad news."
Most of the things that Dallas says are idly nodded to, as they were already Gwen's actions based off of her judgement. "Yes, yes. Tracking chip. Brain controlling? Not so sure, basd on his escape and the like. If they could control him, they would have stopped him from escaping or more likely let him loose unharmed to come back here. Or even more simple, just had him tell them where here is. If we want to deal with this, I'm sure I can blow something up. I'm good at that. They say tens of millions of dollars from the last big boom. Going to be hard to top that one. It was pretty massive." Gwen states with her rambling tone. "I'll try to find someone to track. Maybe. If I can find someone."
"Above my cheese grade.", Dallas jokes; the rodens born doing his best to understand and listen-in to what the engineer was saying. "I'm not a doctor either. So maybe we can save Billy, maybe we can't. But you're right, the bigger problem is the company that did all this. Because they might do it again, or be more successful.", looking to the night sky, as if an answer could be held in the partial rain and clouds. "Maybe we do an electrical boom this time. Monkey wrench them. Flood their offices. They probably have fire sprinklers and then zap-zap their machines. Make it look like an accident. The cities been blowing up a lot lately. Let's not get caught in the cross fire."
"Yes, because I've been blowing it up. But Better to sneak in and plant things just right. Not let bloodthirsty brawlers dictate the term of the engagement. Fires and gas explosions draw attention, yes, but some of that attention should be left alive so that it can be followed and find out where it spreads. Lots of places to look. Probably bigger tan we know. It's always bigger than we know. No rush jobs. No. Those always end up not as effective." Gwen says, her train of thought working as it usually does, carrying her all over the place.
"You should talk to Fire Lord Lily...", snapping his fingers, at that. "... you'll two get along great. She'll help you shake, rattle and roll; anything you can get your hands on. Also Chandra is good in a fight, if you can find her; she'll likely be keen to help you.", Dallas then licks his bottom lip. "You talk to Billy? Was he acting totally non-kosher?", Dallas asked while running a hand through his hair. "I don't know how to handle chip head yet. There might be a Glasswalker who knows what to do, but I don't really want to ask them. It's more our problem and we don't want to appear incomp ... etent.", shrugging at that.
"I'm gonna make you team lead on this one Gwen. Both on Billy and this Company. You have the expertise on this.", offering her a fist bump.
"Fire Lord Lily. Seems like an interesting name. How did she get it?" Gwen ponders before moving along in the train of thought again, "More people. Hmm. Wonder if they are dumb enough to just charge in crinos like that other one. Eating bullets is not part of a healthy breakfast. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Building cameras might have been taken care of. But people don't thing 'bout the traffic cameras. They go somewhere else. If someone gets caught because they're not careful. Bad, bad." She looks at the hand. "Lead. I dunno. Lead only works if people listen. Lstening people are rare." She says as she bumps the fist.
Dallas grins, "Welcome to my world, Gwen, and I'm trying to help raise some of these pups up for the Birthing Plague.", scrunching his nose. "On that... Ask Lily, don't want to steal her thunder by telling her story. Bring popcorn for the ride.", chuckling with a nod. "Well, I just assigned you lead. Look, you don't want me or Chandra trying to extract Billy's microchip with a machete or silver laced weed wacker. Because, that's how I imagine an operation going down if I was playing Doc. Plus most of us want to maybe live to see tomorrow or have a few more kids, so they should ... do what you say. Just realize some of us only know how to use a computer to surf for porn, buy shit from Amazon or watch Youtube. I'm a tunnel runner, I'm on the road. I got street smarts, that why your not pulling a chip out of my head.", softly beginning to turn and head out.
"I think you can handle this. It's a chance to prove yourself and earn some tasty renown. Which of course leads to bigger and better explosions. Or flying drones with chainsaws or whatever you do."
"Also not pulling a chip out of your head because there is no blinking chip to pull out of your head. f there was, I could probably get it out and there is a better than fifty-percent chance that you would retain most of your motor functions." Gwen says, then gives a shrug. "Porn surfing isn't that interesting. But some of the youtube is funny. and they have tons and tons of music there. Good for concentrating."
