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[vivenieta]

Is there any person who is still living outside the barracks?

If you are not yet infected, then tell me where you are and someone will come for you.

We have a safe place for you to go. You will be alone, until we know that you are healthy, and then we will send you to your friends.

If you cannot wait, then come to the kennels. I can defend you there.

Please, do as I ask. Too many have died already.

[And she is afraid of what Isabel or Lord Deior will choose to make their next step.

Nieta can be found, as promised, with her dogs at her heels, still collared and leashed for now, pacing back and forth between the bailey bridge and the kennel yard.

She appears unarmed and unprotected, aside from the dogs about her. She makes an obvious target but, despite her vigilance, does not seem too concerned.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

And I will stay out of there until this is over.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

It can not be over until you are in the barracks.

Please, you will be killed.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, and then falls silent until he can get the journal to show video.]

Does it really look like I can be taken out by an organic virus?

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Maybe not the virus, no.

Please come anyway.

[The virus is not the only problem here. :|]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will not run and hide.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

It is not hiding.

It is... An important rendezvous. Strategic.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Anything you have to say in the barracks can be said here.

I will not abandon anyone trapped outside, and uninfected.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Neither will I. This means you too.

Maybe you will help me? If you bring them then I can take them to safety and you will be able to help others.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You want me to round up those that haven't fallen to this sickness? Haul them to you?

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

It would help.

There are others who are doing the same thing also. Rem and Dos and Duran. But it is not easy.

[Some people just do not want to be found, or else cannot yet be reached.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Because not everyone trusts the staff in this place.

Is that it? Hm?

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Yes.

But it was not us who caused this.

You all are so quick to hate us for not telling you things that you think are important, or for honestly forgetting. But you are no better.

I am trying to help. Will you help me, or not?

[heavyweaponsbot]

There are those of us who have learned not to trust those such as you.

And we do not vanish when we are needed.

[He grunts, contemplating ending the conversation there.]

... What is this plan of yours? Beyond rounding up the healthy?

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

We will take their dirty clothes and other things. They will be left alone, in a room for two days so that we will know that they are not sick.

Then we will return their things and let them into the barracks with the rest of the healthy people.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... They will not be harmed?

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

No.

Why would I make effort to help them only in order to hurt them?

[They would be hurt more than enough by staying where they are.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not trust crew. Or staff.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Is this a 'no'? You will not help?

[She is becoming impatient, but she does her best to hide it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I will help them.

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[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Miss Bishop says I have -

[How do you spell it?]

nah-moan-yah and it is unrelated to the infection spreading through the Keep.

We're taking refuge in the Clothier's Tower at the moment.

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[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Nah-moan-yah?

Ah! I understand.

How long have you been sick? Maybe it will be better for you to come here. Sycora may help you and if you have been sick for more than two days then I do not think that it can be the other sickness.

If you stay where you are then you will die.

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[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Before this mess? Two weeks I believe. Ever since the Kraken decided to come ashore.

[Trauma. Trauma.]

It will. Take me a moment to get there then.

[Yeah. He can't run. He can barely walk, and he's going to be taking his sweet time due to needing to sit down every ten feet or using his sword as a cane...]

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[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

The kraken? What is-?

[And then she dissolves into laughter.]

You mean-! Okay. The kraken.

Be careful and please try to hurry. I will be here.

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[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Its not funny.

[If only you could see him pout! You might be getting the chance anyways, for after a good oh, hour, the shambling figure of a not-so-dirty pirate approaches.]

A-hoy!

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[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[She spots him quickly and puts a finger to her lips for quiet.]

Was there not someone with you?

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[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[He looks around him at the finger shooshing gesture and looks downright confused at the question.]

There was?

[Forgive him. He's just a bit delirious from the illness...]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

You said.

[She grips her pups' leashes tighter and frowns. There is not time. She will need to solve this later..]

It is not important. Please follow me.

[And turning, she leads the way from the kennel yard toward the ground entrance of the western guard tower.]

[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[He follows her as he is able. Which is slow and steady. ]

Al-right.

[That's quite a number of dogs you have there miss... He eyes the pups.]

/just butts in here |D

[abstinentzombie]

[Damn it, Jack.

Kloe leaves the tower for two minutes to check up on things and you go and disappear. She is not amused. Because not only does she have to worry about zombies, now she has to worry about a stupid guy recovering from pneumonia.

Luckily she spots him before he and Nieta can walk too far.]

HEY! Jack!

[And she catches up, totally not paying any mind to Nieta.]

Noooo worries :3

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[Nieta, on the other hand, must pay attention to Kloe. The pups begin to grown as she gets near. They close in behind Jack and Nieta.]

Who are you?

b ^_^b

[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[Jack blinks hearing his name from somewhere behind him.

He turns his head and sees a figure coming toward him.

Then it clicks. OH. THIS WOMAN.]

Oiuy there!

[He tilts his head at Nieta.]

This be the other person. Doctor Bishop.

[abstinentzombie]

[Oh hi there, Nieta. Kloe didn't see you.

She glances at Jack before turning her gaze to the other woman.]

Yes. I'm Doctor Kloe Bishop.

[Aka the person who started all this shit! 8D]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

You are the one who began all of this.

[Nieta gestures around vaguely.]

The zombie.

I am Nieta. These are my dogs. Senta!

[At her shout, most of the dogs sit. All of them stop growling.]

You will come with me please.

[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[Jack listens to all of this, and he sways a bit looking between the two women with a deep thinking look on his face.

The wheels might be turning, ladies, but is anyone home?]

Did'ja want her?

[He points at Kloe.]

Or me with that last bit?

[Least the mangy cats stopped growling.]