[ Ignatius Cross • Mindfog ]
Male ❇ 25 ❇ ERP ❇ Vice President ❇ Hypnotism + Psychometry
Location - ERP HQ / Labs

His brief hesitation proved a mistake as it gave Cara the opportunity to further terrorize Verner. Claws and teeth shredded his coat sleeves while a scalpel slashed at his sides quicker than Ignatius could react. By the time he'd finally gathered enough courage to lash out at her Cara had already jerked away from the injured man she sent careening toward the floor with a headbutt and he missed, jagged glass slashing through empty air where she once stood. He turned to meet her again as quickly as possible, fear making his movements more erratic than precise as he set after her in a frenzy that likely rivaled her own wildness. Thrashing and slashing at her every chance he got and aiming for any part of her he could reach. The sight of blood seeping out of shallow cuts on her arms and face brought him the tiniest amount of satisfaction, but all things considered now was not the time to gloat. He got bold, aiming his next blow directly at the throat with as much force as he could put behind it. If it landed it could leave a deadly wound, but if he missed, and unbeknownst to him he certainly would, it left him at Cara's mercy as he'd allowed himself to get far too close to her.

{{Super short because I'm tired af right now. Please forgive. I powerplay'd a bit too also forgive. Feel free to wreak havoc on him as punishment for my sins.}}

Verner Wallace | Male | 23-24 | Scientist | Power: Ability Senser | Location: ERP Labs| Mentions: (Directly) Cara, Ignatius / (Indirectly)
Again? Cara had just finished slashing at him and already she was attacking him? Verner wasn't even moving this time how could he have provoked her? At this point in time he just assumed her primary target was him. Seeing as his injuries prevented him from dodging any of her attacks he held up the medical tray with the faint hope he could delay her long enough for help to arrive or Ignatius to assist him. She had slashed at his side again, and looking down confirmed the scalpel had hit it's mark. It was at this point he had lost his grip on his makeshift shield that clattered against the floor. By now he had been backed into the counter. "Cara stop," it was meant to be an order but sounded more like a plead for some form of mercy. The next few minutes was a flurry of slashing, clawing, and... biting? He tried kicking her off of him to no avail and his arms were practically useless. One she tore up with a scapel and the other she was sinking her teeth into. Were they dealing with a zombie virus? It wouldn't be too far off from all of them gaining powers. Just out of his vision he was vaguely aware of Ignatius approaching them.
When did he get on the floor? When he tried to recall what had occured he was left with a few frustrating gaps in his memory. He tried to pull him off the ground, smearing some of his blood on the tile only to collapse again with a sharp inhale. Since he clearly wasn't getting up anytime soon he laid himself on his side to recuperate. His torn up quivering arms were cradled close to his curled body and he used his shoulder to keep his aching skull off the now smeared tile.

[ Ignatius Cross ]
Mindfog ❇ Male ❇ 25 ❇ ERP ❇ Vice President ❇ Hypnotism + Psychometry
Location - ERP HQ / Labs

Ignatius knew the moment he missed he was going to regret his lack of accuracy, and only mere seconds later the scalpel sank deep into his leg as a consequence. A pained, aggravated noise escaped him and he made one last vain attempt at slashing the glass shard in Cara’s direction before she backed away and pulled the scalpel with her. The blade was dragged across his arm, ripping the fabric of his coat and the shirt beneath to tear open flesh before she was rushing Verner again. Part of Ignatius gave up at that point as he realized he couldn't stop her, fingers pressing over the hole in his leg in the hopes enough pressure would stop the bleeding.

He knew nothing of the medical field. He was useless here. There wasn’t anything he could do to help Verner now. He could barely even stand. Would Cara turn around and murder him next once she was done with the scientist? The thought sent fear pumping through his veins full force. Where the hell was the help he called for? Was everyone in this damn facility deaf? Or did they just take pleasure in the thought he needed help and no one was coming? If he lived he would make them all pay for their lack of action. Every single damn one of them.

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[ Viktor Kovalenko ]
Chernobyl ❇ Male ❇ 23 ❇ ERP ❇ Weapon? ❇ Nuclear Manipulation + Insect Control
Location - ERP HQ / Labs

By some miracle Viktor had managed to graduate from experiment to weapon before Cara. It was undeniable his start with the ERP had been...messy, behaving no better than a wild animal who needed to be near constantly caged and sedated to avoid him injuring someone. It was really quite surprising he'd never killed anyone in one of his outbursts, but the scientists had learned how to prepare themselves when dealing with him. His mind had been lost to him then. All he knew was pain and the feeling of intense heat rushing though his body making him feel like he was melting from the inside out. Once Viktor adjusted to his new abilities the agony became more of a dull throb and he mellowed out considerably. His new placid attitude was originally assumed to be a facade, but once it became clear it wasn't an act he was easy enough to work with. He didn't speak English, not to their knowledge at least, but followed direction well enough and proved obedient to his superior's commands.

He was just returning from a patrol, the other weapons veering away from him to move on elsewhere, when he decided to stop by the labs to see if Cara was still there, aware she'd been taken in for experiments before he'd left. Viktor wasn't quite expecting the scene that greeted him. Biwix was loose without a scientist or another weapon in sight, Ignatius was on the floor clutching his bleeding leg and Cara was...as he'd never seen her before. Savage and mercilessly stabbing at Verner who could do little to defend himself from her vicious blows. For a moment he just stared at her in shock, glowing green eyes wide until the sound of Biwix's cuffs hitting the floor snapped him back to attention. "Cara!" He called, hoping to draw her attention to himself rather than Biwix before he stepped toward her. His first thought was to just grab her, but the fact she had a weapon in hand made him think twice. Part of him hoped the sight of him alone would be enough to calm her, but he prepared himself for the worst regardless. If she attacked he'd have to figure out what caused this reaction and put an end to it. The shrieking Bobcat was a pretty a good indicator to start with.

{{These are so bad I'm sorry.))

Verner Wallace | Male | 23-24 | Scientist | Power: Ability Senser | Location: ERP Labs| Mentions: (Directly) Cara, Viktor / (Indirectly)
The moment he had somewhat recovered from being headbutted Cara was already looming over his curled form. Being as injured as he was he didn't pose a threat so there was little reason for her to attack. It seemed it took very little for her to deem it neccesary to attack him. He attempted to scramble away from the girl with his legs but was having a hard time as he was unable to pick himself off the floor. If it weren't for his head injury he might have noticed how the girl shrieked moments after the bobcat screeched. At the time he was unable to make the connection between the animal's behavior and Cara. He was far too focused on attempting to get out of her reach and his head injury was hindering more complex thoughts and reasoning.

Before she brought the scapel down on his chest he tried reaching out for her arm to stop her. It was clear what her intentions were from where she was aiming. The plead he then made to her would be something he would never remember, "Please... I don't want to die." With there being numerous gashes, bite, and claw marks his arms were too weak to stop her and the knife hit it's mark. Though the pain wasn't being registered he was able to see quite clearly where the blade had struck. The color of the lab coat in contrast to his blood made it obvious. Already she was going in for a second jab, this time a little higher. In hopes of making it at least slightly less likely for him to die he expelled as much air as possible from his lungs. This action prevented any damage to the aforementioned organ but he was still left with another problem.

With little other defense he shielded his neck and chest with his mutilated arms. Cara had stabbed from what he could tell two potentially lethal locations. Without being able to better see the injuries he was unable to determine just how bad a condition he might be in. His increasingly shallow breaths and the soft hiss emitted from the wound in his chest during each breath had him concerned. With less oxygen in his body he was only weakened further. He covered the laceration on his chest with a gloved hand hoping that the latex would be enough to seal it for now. The other stab looked like it could have possibly struck his liver, but without being able to see exactly what section had been struck it was impossible to tell if it was a simple fix or if it was likely he would bleed out. In his condition he would be unable to treat his own injuries. He was going to die here.

Viktor's presence demanded his attention or at least the vile taste that was associated with him was. Before he had already felt nauseous but the weapon's arrival already had him heaving. He couldn't remain in the position he was in, that was unless he wanted to risk the infection or even asphyxiation. Hopefully whatever the weapon had shouted could keep the girl distracted. Verner rolled to his side retching, clutching his most recent wounds tightly. Thanks Viktor, thanks. Now not only was he going to die he was going to die without any dignity.

[ Viktor Kovalenko ]
Chernobyl ❇ Male ❇ 23 ❇ ERP ❇ Weapon? ❇ Nuclear Manipulation + Insect Control
Location - ERP HQ / Labs

While Verner's gagging at his appearance might have normally caused some offense, Viktor was not fond of this particular scientist at all as a result, his sole focus was on Cara right now and so he hardly noticed the man's insulting, but involuntary response to his entering the room. The tremors shaking her body every time the Bobcat snarled or screamed more or less confirmed his suspicion's the cat was at least partially at fault. She must have tried to connect with her and something had gone horribly wrong, trapping Cara in a loop of animalistic mindset she couldn't free herself from. Viktor's first thought was to kill the cat, but he feared that would leave Cara stuck in her current state. He knew she could still speak with her animal friends even at a distance, but maybe if he could lure her away from the Bobcat the feline would release her hold on Cara.

As she approached, slinking around Biwix like a predator on the hunt he had to remind himself this was his friend despite his own instincts wanting to react to the clear threat she posed. At times he still acted out violently in his own defense without thinking. It was something the scientists who worked with him had to remind him of on a daily basis. He wasn't so sure all of them weren't keen on making him suffer though. When she said his name Viktor smiled and nodded encouragingly. "That's me. Why don't we take a walk, eh?" He asked, taking a step backward with every one she took forward. The halls should be empty at this time of day and it was likely better to get her out of the room so Biwix could assist Verner and Ignatius without fear of being attacked. If it came to it he'd find a way to get close enough to knock her out regardless of the risk of being clawed at or stabbed, but he hoped he could avoid harming her.

[ Viktor Kovalenko ]
Chernobyl ❇ Male ❇ 23 ❇ ERP ❇ Weapon? ❇ Nuclear Manipulation + Insect Control
Location - ERP HQ / Labs

A flicker of movement caught out of the corner of his eye had Viktor realizing Biwix was trying to get his attention and he tried his best to glance over Cara's head at the other man without alerting her or completely letting her out of his sight. He didn't know sign language unfortunately and wasn't quite sure what Biwix was trying to say. Any word spoken or motion made might spook Cara so he tilted his head sideways in the subtlest of no's. Whatever Biwix had planned he didn't want him to intervene. He could handle this. Hopefully pain-free for everyone involved. His attention returned fully to Cara. For a brief moment he almost thought he'd succeeded at getting through to her. She said his full name. She hadn't attacked yet and then...suddenly she was lunging at him at a speed that seemed almost impossible. Cara stopped before actually making contact. At war with herself. Viktor couldn't help stepping closer despite the danger. Concern clear on his face. He had to help her...somehow. "Don't worry, you'll be ok," he attempted in what he could only hope was a convincing voice. He was confused by her behavior and beginning to wonder if he should let Biwix help after all.

{{I know we discussed this through PM Cinder. but I already can't remember what you told me to do other than breaking her connection with the Bobcat. Would making either unconscious help or make it worse?}}

| Viktor Kovalenko |
Male • 23 y/o • ERP • Weapon
Codename: Chernobyl • Powers: Nuclear Manipulation + Insect Control
Location: ERP HQ Lab
Mentions: Cara, Biwix, Verner

He was getting through to her. He could see it. Viktor smiled in relief and perhaps foolishly dared to venture closer to his formerly enraged friend. It was clear she was in pain and needed medical assistance. The sooner he got her under control the quicker her wounds could be cared for. The Bobcat's shrieks had quieted down into disgruntled growls, the aggressive feline finally exhausting herself. As Cara began to lean a little too much to the side Viktor rushed forward in an attempt to break her fall, but Cara hit the floor before he reached her. He hovered over her in concern, his own safety forgotten. "I'm sorry Cara, I should have-" he started, but apparently Cara wasn't feeling quite as tame as he'd assumed, swiftly rising to her feet and pouncing for Biwix before he could even finish speaking.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath, darting after her and finally coming to terms with the fact he would need to physically restrain her before she hurt someone else. He grabbed her before she reached Biwix, forcing her to the ground and managing to hold her in place with his superior weight after a brief scuffle that left him scratched and bleeding. Cara abruptly grew limp beneath him, her struggling ceasing and skin paling as if the life were draining out of her. "Cara!?" He didn't bother to hide the fear in his voice, fingers pressing against her wrist and the side of her windpipe to check for a pulse. Her breathing was shallow and weak, but after a scary few seconds some of the color returned to her face and her pulse steadied.

He shakily moved off of her seeing as she was now unconscious and allowed his gaze to switch to Biwix, who was lying across the floor with an expression that seemed highly unfitting considering their current situation. "Biwix!" He snapped, tone harsher than intended as he tried to recapture the experiment's attention. As far as he knew Biwix was the only one here with medical training other than Verner and there were at least three people who needed immediate help.

((I apologize for sort of powerplaying here. I wanted to finally get a reply out for this and wasn't sure what to do if I didn't assume a few things. If either of you have a problem with what's written here I can of course change anything you so wish.))