Trying to use his super speed sparingly, Thad made his way around the lab at what Max had always referred to as 'normal speed', attempting to make use of what infiltration skills he had. It seemed as if most of the scattered hordes had left the buildings to run through the streets and spread their infection to as much of the panicked populous as they could. But not all of them.
Even in here he'd come across a few. They stood rigidly, surprisingly calm compared to the ones he'd run around outside. They just looked around, occasionally stalking the rooms and halls. Sentries maybe? Did they still have the capacity to strategize like that? Or were they just stuck and waiting for something to strike out at? Occasionally there seemed to be a pattern to their movements, other times not so much, at least not that he could see. Getting around them didn't prove too hard, they were still far and few between, though there were times he was forced to go through walls to get around some of the more alert of the pack.
Searching through one of the rooms, he stays low and keeps eyeing the door and the wide windows that left him feeling far too out in the open. The sudden sounds of footsteps coming down the adjacent hall make the hair stand up on the back of his neck and he scrambles to get under the sill of the windows, hoping they'll just pass by and he can go back to searching without risking a fight.
[b - lab accident | open to anyone working in the lab or on legion world in general, feel free to team up in a single thread if you would like]
There must have been a micro tear in one of his gloves. He'd checked them, double checked them, but there was no other explanation he could think of for this.
It had looked like their group was getting close to a cure, or at least something testable, but it had been well over forty hours with no sleep, no food, and consent bouncing from place to place. While this was far from being the first time Thad had ever pulled a day or two without sleep, in the past it had always been on days where there was little else he was doing aside from working in the lab, and Craydl would chirp at him every so often to remind him to eat. But right now his metabolism had burned through his energy and he was running on fumes, exhausted down to the bone and struggling to even stay alert.
That's how he must have missed the tear. He could feel something was wrong, a sharp sting spreading out from his palm, and after a small struggle to get the glove off his fears were confirmed. Metal was already seeping across his palm and digging into his skin. Backing away from the desk he'd been working at, he barely registers himself numbly bleating out a quiet "help." More of a warning than an actual cry for help, he needed the others attention, needed them to stop him, or get away.
Thad Thawne | OTA | CW: Body Horror and Gore
Trying to use his super speed sparingly, Thad made his way around the lab at what Max had always referred to as 'normal speed', attempting to make use of what infiltration skills he had. It seemed as if most of the scattered hordes had left the buildings to run through the streets and spread their infection to as much of the panicked populous as they could. But not all of them.
Even in here he'd come across a few. They stood rigidly, surprisingly calm compared to the ones he'd run around outside. They just looked around, occasionally stalking the rooms and halls. Sentries maybe? Did they still have the capacity to strategize like that? Or were they just stuck and waiting for something to strike out at? Occasionally there seemed to be a pattern to their movements, other times not so much, at least not that he could see. Getting around them didn't prove too hard, they were still far and few between, though there were times he was forced to go through walls to get around some of the more alert of the pack.
Searching through one of the rooms, he stays low and keeps eyeing the door and the wide windows that left him feeling far too out in the open. The sudden sounds of footsteps coming down the adjacent hall make the hair stand up on the back of his neck and he scrambles to get under the sill of the windows, hoping they'll just pass by and he can go back to searching without risking a fight.
[b - lab accident | open to anyone working in the lab or on legion world in general, feel free to team up in a single thread if you would like]
There must have been a micro tear in one of his gloves. He'd checked them, double checked them, but there was no other explanation he could think of for this.
It had looked like their group was getting close to a cure, or at least something testable, but it had been well over forty hours with no sleep, no food, and consent bouncing from place to place. While this was far from being the first time Thad had ever pulled a day or two without sleep, in the past it had always been on days where there was little else he was doing aside from working in the lab, and Craydl would chirp at him every so often to remind him to eat. But right now his metabolism had burned through his energy and he was running on fumes, exhausted down to the bone and struggling to even stay alert.
That's how he must have missed the tear. He could feel something was wrong, a sharp sting spreading out from his palm, and after a small struggle to get the glove off his fears were confirmed. Metal was already seeping across his palm and digging into his skin. Backing away from the desk he'd been working at, he barely registers himself numbly bleating out a quiet "help." More of a warning than an actual cry for help, he needed the others attention, needed them to stop him, or get away.