Fear |Done, I suppose but misses Crisis :(| [PLOT]

[Emby Foster]

Emby stumbled into the infirmary. She couldn't be around everyone else anymore. Not unless she wanted them to get sick too. She gripped the wall as the world spun around her. She knew this wasn't your average cold or flu. She'd never experienced anything like this. Before it all started, she had another bad panic attack. She thought that's where the dizziness came from. It made since. When she looses control over her breathing, a light-headedness tended to follow but when it never went away, she began to worry. Then it worsened. She suddenly blacked-out and when she came to again, she knew it had nothing to do with her earlier panic attack.

That is whys he now found herself in the infirmary about seven hours after her panic attack. If anything, her panic attack was just an addition to something greater. She scratched at her calf before stumbling her way to a bed. She needed to sit down and grasp her bearings. Her head sped through her limited lifeguard training but it never covered diseases. Only wounds and heat stroke and similar things. Her breath picked up as she began to worry that she had caught the illness that had been passing through camp. Tears fell out of her eyes and her hands raised to her chest, pushing against it. The room sped faster around her and blackness was creeping over her peripherals. "Help!" She managed to choke out. She was choking on air. She usually could control her panic attacks but all she knew about the camp disease ended in death. She didn't want to die. "Help!" Her voice was nothing but a strained whisper as the air made its way less and less to her lungs. She shut her eyes tightly before the blackness to block her vision.

[Demetrio]

It was odd, this place. This place of forced confinement could easily have been any of the towns he had hidden in over the past several years. Only the people were different. Everyone here was a mutant of some degree or fashion. He didn't need anyone to tell him so, he could sense them. Having recently arrived to Freakopolis Demetrio gathered he should have himself checked out. Who knew what those guards had done to him while was unconscious.

The unwelcome thoughts made him shudder. All parts of him were still in tact, as far as he could tell. He picked his way toward the infirmary, asking directions from several other mutants along the way to make sure of his course. A couple of them gave him odd glances as they pointed him the right direction, as if they weren't sure what to make of his presence. Demetrio dismissed their behavior and entered the infirmary when he found it.

There were no doctors or nurses in sight when he came through the door, only a woman on one of the available beds in the place for patients. He really didn't want to bother her and ask where the health professionals were, but there was a large bump on the back of his head that hurt profusely where the guards had taken the butt of a gun to him. Another glance toward the occupied bed told him he was a dumb ass. Something was wrong with the way she was holding herself, as if struggling to breathe. Demetrio hurried over to stand beside the woman and paused as he began to reach out to her. There were some people that only panicked when touched; he didn't want to cause anymore distress for her than she already had. He felt guilty about it, but placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, leaving every opportunity for her to pull away if she wanted to. He whispered to her, his voice soft and as calming as he could make it, "Tell me what to do to help you."

[Emby Foster]

Emby knew the blackness had taken over her vision would she couldn't sense the light anymore. Tears escaped through her tightly pressed eyes and she knew she was going to faint in a matter of moments. So much for keeping the panic attacks secret. Her head grew light but before she could loose consciousness and gain only the type pf peace that passing out could bring, a hand gently grasped her shoulder. It anchored her down, making her head spin but also keeping her from blacking out. Someone had heard her, and despite not being able to breath, it registered with her that this was good.

Emby couldn't really reply to the man. The short gasps she was getting in weren't enough to say anything. There wasn't even enough air for her lungs but once he stopped talking, she heard his worried breathing. She followed it, trying to match her breath to his. She opened her eyes and the blackness crept away, revealing a man staring down at her. Her breathing evened out to his pace and she took a big breath. Wiping her eyes, she said, "Thank you. I'm sorry for all the trouble." She didn't know who this man was, but knew he didn't work in the infirmary. The first time Emby had a panic attack in a hospital two nurses came running in and got to work on her immediately.

"Do you know if there have been other patients here...for that...disease?" she managed to get out. While waiting for his answer, she worked on her breathing. Best not to have another panic attack. She carefully pulled her shoulder out from under him. She didn't know how the disease was passed but she didn't want him to get sick. She reached down and scratched at her calf again, not thinking to check for the all-telling rash. She didn't really want to. It was like marking yourself for death. If she didn't know. She wouldn't die.

[Lucian Verdus]

The disease ravaged the impure, fleshed ones. There was little chance of their survival of it, this had become clear, recently. Even if the disease were to come upon one such as him, he was confident that it would fail to do any real damage. He needed an excuse to replace whatever flesh remained, anyway, but that was not important. As of right now, he had an opportunity. Though he knew that they would not listen to him before, he now had a chance to spread his ways, and to share his strength and nigh-immortality with the other mutants. Corpses were one thing, but to modify the living would be another.
He entered the infirmary slowly, and the glow of his eyes was somewhat dimmer than usual, for some reason. Lucian believed it to be a misapplication of power. He would have to solve it on his next system check. Peering around, he saw two people by one of the beds, approaching them with the same ponderous gait he had entered with. When he arrived, he was prompt to speak. "I can assist you both, if you would allow me. I have a solution for the curing and immunization of this disease, if you are interested. I have reason to believe it will also extend your lives, and it is possible that they will not end, if the process is completed properly. You will be pure in mind and body."
He was not a salesman, nor was he a preacher. A voice without inflection was not made for making deals, after all. But, this was defiance of death for now and forever that he was speaking of, and it did not seem illogical that even a voice such as his would sound appealing in such a dark time. "You are welcome to refuse, but you seem to have little time." He pointed one of the nimble fingers on his small arm at the girl. "As of right now, I have reason to believe I have the only cure."

[Crisis]

[white]"I have reason to believe you are an iron-clad idiot whose brain is working little beyond the capabilities of a desk calculator"[/white] suddenly said a smooth but undoubtedly masculine voice. Claude carried on his tongue the sophistication of the Harvard academe, which common people would recognize as a slighted British accent. Immediately after he spoke, Claude quickly shoved past the mechanized abomination with seeming ease.

A normal human could not have done the feat, especially a human who fit the physical appearance of Claude. He was of relatively average height, perhaps even bordering on the meager. His skin was of an ivory pallor with the slight rosiness of life blossoming among thing. He was not of a muscular build, but the way he carried himself spoke of a rapier's sure confidence. Calling his face handsome was an understatement, he had not the look of a warrior but rather a pampered prince who would never even be expected to lift his dinner spoon let alone arms. But what it was, was merely an illusion of physicality. Claude like many other people in this god-forsaken place were more than what they seemed.

Claude was garbed in white, as he often preferred. His clothes were a simple high necked coat that formed over his body quite well. Slacks of the same snowy fabric and loafers that were also white. The effect of it made him seem benign if it wasn't for the infinite blackness that clouded over his eyes, that was a sign that Claude's powers were in activation. And precisely the reason he could shove aside the six-foot android creature like a rag-doll.

Claude's powers were defined as Entropy distortion, and in it's entirety were complicated to explain. But in an effort to explain perhaps Claude could define it as the manipulation of the measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system. His pushing of the other man was merely a close mechanical system involving an application of force by him and the reception of force by the android-creature. Claude merely distorted it so that his push would have more force behind it, something more akin to a freight train. Hence the illusion of super-human strength was created...more illusions, Claude entire life seemed comprised of them.

He strode the length of the infirmary until he got to the girl on the bed. And in one swift motion Claude took her hand into his own. He pushed down the sleeve of his other arm and exposed that equations and algorithms written in black ink on his pale flesh. Claude had written them not only in the Arabic numeric but also in chinese and other number systems so as to throw off however might understand what was upon them.

Claude detested the fact that he contracted the Virus, he off all people should not fall to sickness. And so Claude immediately began working for a cure, looking through the sea of empirical data that he contrived. A virus was merely an infectious agent too small to be seen directly with a light microscope. They are not made of cells and can only replicate inside the cells of another organism. To isolate the virus was to isolate it's host cell.

Claude may not have yet to find a cure but he needed to delay it's spread. He came up with an equation but was never sure, not being sure often caused his powers to malfunction. He could sooner blow his head off than cure himself. That was why he needed a test subject, and where better to find such things as the infirmary.

He clasped unto the hand of the sun-haired woman and slowly began to work his "magic". He followed the equations scribbled on his arm directly. Searching for the host cells and collecting them to a focal point somewhere in her chest cavity, close to her heart. It was tedious dealing with things he couldn't see and sweat began to form on Claude's brow.

It took all but a matter of minutes but to Claude it felt like hours, until finally he succeeded. Or at least he hoped he did. The infinite blackness drained from his eyes, letting their true sky blue color show. [white]"How are you feeling?"[/white] he asked the girl. If his actions had worked she would have already felt the dredge of the virus ebb away from her system. Well not so much away as be isolated around her chest where it could be ignored.

[Lucian Verdus]

There was something to be said for being beyond emotion. Even such an insult as that was taken only as an irrational statement by his analytic processors. There was no response, save for the moving to the other side of the bed to stand over the girl. His eyes returned to their usual brightness, something was likely jarred when he was pushed over, and there was a familiar whirring in the cylinder on his back. A single metal claw twitched, and his smaller arm contracted slightly. "I have reason to believe your methods are ineffective." The mechanical voice stated, the statement impossible to determine as an insult or a statement by tone alone. Given the nature of his thought-processes, however, it was safe to guess it was only a statement. "Analysis of previous bodies has shown the virus to be of persistence. On flesh." The second line was accentuated only with a pause, with no other method available.

His head inclined downward, shedding a soft yellow light on the infected girl. "She will die." He stated, "Unless she is made so that the virus cannot harm her. You are clearly unable to produce such a process, however, and I would state your methods inefficient as a result. It is best that you leave this work to one with a permanent cure. A cure for death." There was another whirring as preliminary reports came in about portions of flesh that would need replacing in due time. It was with a sense of near mirth (or, it would've been, had he been able to feel mirth) that he discovered himself, in that instant, infected.

He cast the information aside, believing it inconsequential on him, and returned his attention to the girl. "I am the only permanent solution. This entire facility will become a necropolis, without my facilitation." There was a faint buzzing noise near the back of his hood, which faded after about five seconds, and then the glow in his eyes dimmed again, if only slightly.

[Emby Foster]

Emby looked away from Demetrio as a strange cloaked man came into the infirmary. She took a deep breath and prayed he wouldn't come over to her. Demetrio had saved her from a potentially embarrassing circumstance, even though how far her panic attack had gotten was still embarrassing but she didn't need anyones help anymore. At least, any normal mutants help. Give her a nurse, a doctor and some motrin and she'd book out of there. She was slowly convincing herself maybe she was just sick with something normal. Not looking at the rash on her calf was helping with her misleading doubts.

The man's hand came down on her and she flinched, though it didn't hurt. Strangely, she didn't go into an attack but she felt safe. Demetrio, though she didn't know him, seemed like a guy that wouldn't let harm come to others and it wasn't like Emby was completely defensive. She had recently obtained a lighter, so fire was now an option of use to her. The red lighter was in her back pocket, waiting for her to use it. The stranger began to speak, not even introducing himself but telling her he could cure her and her mortality. She looked to Demetrio, disbelief all over her face. She wanted to ask the strange man if he was for real but was distracted by a new person.

Great, she thought but were a million different fears behind that one-worded thought.

This new stranger looked more normal, and less scary. He pushed the weird man away, though that made Emby flinch. When did she become a hot commodity? She rose an eyebrow when he insulted the man. It seemed to be a little uncalled for but she didn't say anything. She was too freaked to say a word. Too freaked to even pull her hand away. She was uncomfortable and just wanted someone she knew to be there. Someone that understood her fears.

She swallowed hard as Claude began working on her. She wanted to scream thats he had given him no permission but the new color of his eyes made him look possessed. She sat through it, waiting in anxiousness for him to be done. It seemed like hours to her as well, sitting there with him touching her. Sitting there with strange men and stranger circumstances.

When the cloaked stranger kept on reassuring that she was going to die, Emby's breath picked up. Her eyes took on that of a animal being chased. She tried to focus on her breathing but those around her all had different rhythms and she couldn't focus on one. Her breathing was so loud in her ears and so fast. No, no, no. Not so soon after the other one. Her eyes snapped up to the man in white. His eyes were clear now and she focused on those. They seemed to be the same color as hers and it helped. She had the same eyes as her mother. Thinking of her mom calmed her down.

"I feel fine," she told him. Of course, she had forgotten about his little healing or whatever bit. She snapped to attention as it occurred to her that he didn't care about her hyperventilation. "Oh...oh...I uh...I feel...I don't feel dizzy..." Her eyes clouded with confusion. "What did you do?" She asked. She looked to Demetrio, then to the other man that said it wouldn't work. Her head turned back to Claude. "I thought....everyone said this disease means death." The cloaked man's words echoed through her head. She kind of wanted to jump up and rub it in his face. "What did you do?" She asked again.

[Aidian Thomas]

" All of you.... Stop touching... Her... "

A short of breath voice could be heard with heavy trudging footsteps. Slowly a tan man stepped into view. His glasses were gone. Broken when he had blacked out yesterday. Gently he leaned on the wall for support as he moved forward. He didn't know why Emby was here. Didn't she know about the diesease? He coughed into his palm as light headedness fell over him again. He rolled his shoulder clicking his tounge multiple times sending vibrations through his head to keep him from blacking out again.

He pushed past the arrogant one before slumping to his knees next to Emby. His sight blurred slightly . Clicking his tounge again he vibrated the air around them which would in turn distorted hearing for a split second though it was to keep him from passing out again. Jacob scratched at his arm absent mindedly. The stupid rash wouldn't let him rest.

why had he been infected? Had he really done something so wrong? Did they knew he stayed at the barrier and placed canisters there to kill him? Why oh why did he have to die over somethign so stupid as a biological abnormallity? Jacob shook his head before closing his eyes for a moment. Biological weapons were against the rules of war. That was going to far... Even if they were mutants. Did the humans not have souls?

" Emby.... What are you... Doing here? " [/color[ he asked leaning on his palms lightly. Even in his weakened state, he looked over all the men around the girl with fierce eyes daring them to come forward. Anyone foolish enough would suffer the echos that would make the ears of a giant bleed.

[Demetrio]

All Demetrio could do was nod in response to the girl’s thanks before a strange man came through the door to the infirmary. The stranger’s appearance was the oddest thing he’d seen in this place so far. It was almost like the man was a living machine. He suggested to the two that he had a “cure” for the disease that was terrorizing the poor girl. All he could do was shrug as the woman looked to him in disbelief. Demetrio shook his head at the man’s words. A cure for an illness was within his capabilities to understand, but not the nonsense about beating death forever. That was impossible. Everyone and everything met its end at some point or other; no one was that special. Even gods were lost and forgotten about with time.

A gentleman then pushed past the mechanical man and came to grasp the girl’s hand. The newcomer was indeed dressed for the part of a gentleman, unlike Demetrio in his preferred t-shirt and blue jeans. Demetrio noticed the woman beginning to panic once more. He gently squeezed her shoulder, where his hand still lay, and offered some silent reassurance before turning his attention to the man in white. He’d exposed some writing on his arm which was obviously scribed from several different cultures. Demetrio recognized some of the writing as various forms of math, as he had a slight interest in such things himself. He’d taken several abroad classes in college. The only version he was certain to know the identity of was the Chinese variation. And that was only because he’d once spent several weeks in the company of a Chinese mathematician during his years of avoiding experimentation.

Demetrio noticed the way the young man’s eyes turned black. This tuned him into the fact he was about to use his power. And this brought to his attention that he could sense that power about to be used. He turned his attention briefly to the woman with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but I need to give this man room to work.”

He slid out of the way and went to the other side of the room. He’d grown to be a decent judge of distance over the years and it was important to make sure he was at least 20 feet away from the other three while the boy worked. Demetrio hadn’t earned the nickname of Quell for nothing during his travels. The main aspect of his power was that it severely dulled the abilities of other mutants around him, within a range of 20 feet. He hated the fact that he couldn’t turn the thing off, either. It may have been strange to the others that he separated himself from them, but let them think him odd or afraid. He wasn’t about to let his secret out now.

The boy had seemed adamant that he could help the girl. And it seemed a better alternative to whatever the mechanical guy had offered. If there was a chance that alternative would work, it seemed to be at least worth a try. As guilty as he felt leaving the girl to be used as a guinea pig, he didn’t feel any malice in the boy’s intentions. In fact, he appeared to have an intimate familiarity with such a process. Demetrio thought back on the brief experience he’d had with the essence of the boy’s power. It was something new that he’d never come across before. This was interesting. Demetrio reveled in the challenge of solving the intricacies of the abilities of others. He opened his eyes and glanced over the young man’s face to commit it to memory.

When Demetrio gave his attention back to the situation at hand it seemed the treatment had worked. He began to return to the group, but slowed with reluctance and ultimately paused. The side effects of his power were almost never predictable. Admittedly, it didn’t normally negate something that had already been done – like the treatment – but more along the lines of something that had yet to start or was in use in the present. There was still the slightest possibility he could ruin the whole thing; even though such times were isolated to his younger years…for the most part. The longer he stayed away, the less likely he would destroy the boy’s work. A few more minutes would put the possibility well below one percent.

Leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, Demetrio observed as yet another male came into the room. This one actually knew the woman, Emby. So that was her name. Cute. Her friend seemed to want to be her knight in shining armor. Demetrio was a little surprised the guy hadn’t come in slumped over on a white horse, as weakened as he looked. Again, things were getting interesting as the newcomer gave a gaze of challenge to all the other men in the room, Demetrio included. Demetrio chuckled silently to himself and watched the situation unfold. It was still a little while before he would be able to fully join in.

[Lucian Verdus]

"Consider what I have said to you. All of you, consider being cured of death, and of this plague." The words, perhaps more befitting of a heartened tone, came out the same as every other. The words were forced to stand on their own merits. "All that come to me shall have life eternal. Those who do not will be forced to face the cold eternity of the end." He glanced around at everyone in the room as he walked to the entrance, stopping yet again to turn around.

"It is never too late, until your death comes. I can wait, for my life does not end." He then was far more prompt about exiting the Infirmary than he had been entering; his ponderous pace had given way to a swift march outward. He had work to do, anyway. They had heard his word. They would either give themselves over to eternal life, or face death. He knew the logical path, but did they? Time would tell.

[Silvia A. Carter]

If only one thing could drive Silvia insane, this was it. A whole lot of men in the imfirmary. For once she was in her human form and she wasn't happy. She had volunteered to be of help in the women's ward and had been shifted to the general ward. She walked into the ward and promptly grabbed a two way radio. She surveyed the situation without making it obvious and noticed two familiar beings. Demetrio and the mechanical man.
"Lily, we have another female infected." She said into the radio and there was an almost immediate reply.

"I'll be right there." Came the words and Silvia walked forwards hesitantly. One man seemed rather agressiv in his insistance of the blonde female not being touched.
"Sir please sit down. Demetrio, hello." She said calmly and nodded at her friend Demetrio, it was her usual way of greeting him and hopefully he would understand that she had to focus on her job right now. But she gave him a tiny smile. She faced the mechanical man, although her tiny 5 foot 2 inches was not very reassuring she stood with her hands on her hips.

"You are not going to turn any of us into metal beings like yourself. Especially not one who is being taken care of by anyone who can do something for her." She said coldly and Liliana strode in.
"Enough Fang, focus on the task at hand, we must keep all of these people as cared for as possible." The older girl said firmly and Silvia nodded once before looking at the girl in the bed.

"Where were you when you started feeling dizzy?" She asked and looked at the boy all in white, he wasn't something to mess with. But then again, neither was she. He stank of knowledge and wealth, she wrinkled her nose for a millisecond before her expression went as smooth as glass. She turned her attention back to the girl in the bed before Silvia looked back at the door to the ward.

"Yes Fang, the last of the human nurses are leaving. It's only us now." Silvia met Lily's stormy dark green eyes. Silvia frowned before searching Liliana's face.
"We will manage. Mutants want to save and care for their own. Technically it's a good bonding experience, okay...that didn't come out right. Sorry." Lily said before Silvia scowled blackly at her.

"Let's just work alright." Silvia said calmly and went back to doing her job as best she could. As did Lily.

[Crisis]

Claude slowly pulled his arm away from the girl as he watched his powers do the work. He had not done so much than start a chain of events that would isolate the virus infected cells into a harmless area. He had no intention of curing her, at least not yet. Claude very well knew he had not solved the crisis as of yet. But he did devise a way to prolong the time he had left. It was no use trying to find a cure if he'd drop dead rotting from the inside out before he could.

Suddenly the hooded metal abomination was upon them again, speaking in a monotonous voice and attempting to point out things that Claude already knew. Openly Claude rolled his eyes at him.

[white]"I know very well that i haven't cured her. But i have bought her enough time before an appropriate cure may be found"[/white]...[white]"More importantly i bought myself more time"[/white] added Claude within the privacy of his own mind. He let nothing of it show on his face, and schooled his features into virtual nothingness. His tone of voice did hint at a pang of annoyance however.

Claude was beginning to be irked by the metal man and he lashed out in an attempt to break the mind of the messianically-delusional ingrate. He was surprised however to find nothing, nothing directing towards a brain of any sort, except perhaps a computer. It churned the bile in Claude's stomach, even by freakopolis standards the creature before him was disgustingly different.

[white]"Do not lecture me you mechanized wretch."[/white] he gestured towards the girl. [white]"Let's see you do any better...you'd sooner defile her into a creature such as yourself before you cure her. I for one will opt for death before you twist me into your likeness."[/white] Claude delivered the entire line, with the utmost serene calmness but he didn't hide the fact he held the creature before him in animosity.

From what Claude could surmise, this creature was created mostly from Machine, and Claude knew he had sway over machines by increasing entropy, one with this ability could decrease the amount of energy in electronics, causing them to short-circuit. If ever this creature brought Claude to the end of his patience then Claude would not hesitate to strike. He was snapped out of his meanderings however when another person entered into the room and pushed him aside.

The infinite blackness welled in Claude's eyes, who did this sop think he was? Claude was tempted to destroy him where he stood, but then realized how weary he had been after that "healing". He brushed off some imaginary dust from his clothes before he reared himself up to his full height. The hooded megalomaniac gave his final words which Claude did not heed before it departed.

Claude viewed who was left in the infirmary for a moment, before he allowed his eyes to revert to normalcy. As much as he hated to depart right after the mechanical abomination, he had no choice. Now that he knew he would not blow his head off when he attempted to isolate his own virus-ridden cells, he could perform the action on himself. But he needed to regain his strength.

In a motion as graceful and as quiet as a cat, he turned around and stepped out of the building.

[Emby Foster]

Emby's eyes widened as Jacob came in. Her initial excitement and happiness faded as she took him in. He was way beyond her initial stages. He looked horrible and it pained Emby to watch him come in and defend her. She wanted to grab him and put him on her bed and tell him to rest but she knew Jacob probably would've somehow managed to stop her before she could jump off the bed herself. She watched him fall before her and slid off the bed, ignoring the men around her. "Jacob." Her voice was panicked. She looked around her in frantic-ness. She didn't notice when the metal man left, nor did she care. She didn't want what he had offered. What she wanted now was Claude but he was walking out to.

"Demetrio," she called out. "Can you get Jacob onto the bed? I know I can't do it myself." She managed to lift him to his feet. Just as she turned to get Claude, two nurses were by her. She closed her eyes, willing the panic away. For now. "Before I had a....hypervenalation attack about seven or eight hours ago." She couldn't bear herself to publicly call her breathing problem what it was. A panic attack. "Now, if you don't mind, I need that man that just walked out but if you could treat my friend behind me, please?" She know really looked at the two nurses. "He's worse then me...and...." She shut her eyes. "Please...do all you can." She pushed past the nurses. "Demetrio, thanks by the way," she called out over her shoulder with a small smile. She then ran after Claude, praying that she could catch up.

She ran out the building, not sure if she should be pushing his experiment isolation. She know realized he hadn't cured her, after going over the conversation that the metal man and white man had had. It was what she thought about as she ran to find the brunette that had "cured" her for the time being. "Hey!" She called once she found him. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. "I need you..." She took a deep, shuddering breath, "to cure that man who walked in after you. He's worse then me. Please!" Her eyes were wide and broken, if that makes sense. "I'll do whatever. I just need you to heal Jacob, um, err....whatever your name is." She couldn't remember if he had shared it or not. All that mattered was that he helped Jacob.

OOC: Sorry, not that good.

[Demetrio]

Obviously they couldn't all get along. Demetrio watched as the one in white left the building. His head cocked slightly to the side in confusion. Did that boy look prettier than he had earlier? Seriously? Nah. Maybe. He took the required second glance, but was too late in attempting it. His target had gone. The instance was mostly dismissed in his mind, attributing the difference in appearances to be because the white one had briefly been within range of his power. His mind went back to the situation at hand when his name was called.

Demetrio nodded to Silva and returned her smile before heeding Emby's call. He took hold of Jacob underneath both arms and hoisted the man onto a bed adjacent to the one Emby had been on. Care was taken to not disturb Jacob as he was put down and released. Hopefully the guy would rest easily enough; he seemed to be having a really bad day. Demetrio heard Emby's words of thanks and he turned to her. "You're welc--."

He blinked. Again, a person had left. Well, he figured. Might as well leave, too. He wasn't doing much here except doing his best impression of a lawn gnome and standing around. He wasn't a genius, there was little he could do to help cure a virus. He could do as he had with Jacob and help get the sick to beds, but several seemed to be making it here under their own power. A sigh came that he tried to hide. He wasn't doing much good here in the infirmary. There were likely those that didn't have help elsewhere and were in more desperate need. Demetrio waved to Silva in attempt to let someone know he was leaving. He had some things to attend to before looking around Freakopolis for more sick mutants.

[Crisis]

Claude was walking down the infirmary hall, his sleeve pulled back so that he could continue inspecting his arm. Trying to find flaws with the derivatives and postulates that he had assessed. Just because the girl got better, did not mean that nothing else could go wrong. If you controlled a measure of uncertainty, things always were...with the risk of being redundant...uncertain. Further more, Claude deliberately lagged his steps, because he didn't want to come anywhere closer to the steel girdled abomination walking before him.

Now that Claude was aware how inhuman the thing was, he didn't want anything to do with it, except perhaps destroy it. But even then it twisted his mouth unnaturally to touch the thing, even if it was through his powers. Claude concentrated on the scribblings on his arm, until the other creature had gone far enough to disappear from his line of site.

Suddenly however, a hand came upon his shoulder and Claude turned around at the hand's prodding. As he did, Claude immediately pulled his sleeve back over his arm, in a manner so casual it would not have even been noticed. He couldn't risk anymore people garnering better looks across what was written, else somebody actually manage to decipher it.

Claude's mouth twisted into a smile however as he realize who it was, the girl he had just "healed". She was up on her feat, and aside from her sallow pallor and degree of shakiness she seemed well on her way to regaining her strength. Claude inspected her with the same degree of pride as a master craftsman would his work. There was even a formidable amount of strength in her grip.

The girl pleaded her case to him, petitioning him to heal her friend. Claude's smile disappeared as he took her hand off his shoulder. [white]"You mean for me to help the person who had rudely shoved me aside earlier? The one who all but verbally threatened to use his powers on me? You seem to be suffering under the delusion that I am some kind of saint, just because i thought to cure you."[/white]

Claude let his finger rise to his chin and he began tapping it slightly as if in deep thought. His eyes wandered past Emby towards the room he had just exited from. In there a man was dying. [white]"He's well into the stages of the virus isn't he? I'd estimate he'd have nothing more than a few days."[/white]

He let his sky-blue eyes fall upon hers and once again smiled the most handsome smile he could muster. Claude knew beyond a doubt that by common human standards, he was considered beautiful. And he didn't not take advantage of that strength of his.

[white]"How much do you love him?"[/white] he asked her again, his tone seemingly benign, as if from a heavenly orator.