[Heromux] Typhoid Croyd: Paranoia

Paranoia!
Croyd calls Danielle to help protect him.
Location:	Soho
Date:	2015.03.26
Emitter:	NA
Players:	Croyd Crenson, Danielle Patron
NPCs:
Groups:	Stormwatch
Tone:	Gritty
Rating:	Public

Croyd is hiding in an empty apartment inside of the Quarantine zone. He's in full out paranoid mode and the quarantine has gotten MUCH worse since many plague victims keep getting out of quarantine zone thanks to the Demon possessing New York. There are now CDC, Special Operations, NATO, BSA, and several strange federal agencies that no one has heard of. Shield and the JLU haven't been called in YET but that's in part due to a bureaucratic reluctance to reward them after taking the America out of the JLA.
Croyd is paranoid, so he calls the one person he feels he can trust. The person hardwired to help him. He gives Danielle the address of the apartment.
There's no issue with picking up the phone, and after a small conversation she's horrified that they are keeping Croyd locked behind so many layers of protection. Thankfully none of them are exactly the srongest things compared to her current powers. She jets off and only makes a quick look around the area before spotting the apartment that Croyd is paraoidly hiding in. That's when she swoops in, crashing through a window without concern, and entering the place. She doesn't know what 'stealth' is really, and right now she's worried for Croyd.
"Croyd, I'm here." She states, coming up closer to him, as she approaches. She's one of the few people who can identify him even in different forms, or cycles. She can smell him, understands him on a much more molecular level, and even his minor psychic presence is felt pretty readily by the woman who's vulnerable to such things. "Should we get you out of here? What's going on? Why's all the hub-bub happening?" She winces a little bit at something, and scratches at the back of her neck, but nothing more.
Croyd smiles at her concern,"They haven't found out it is me yet baby. We're safe." He gives her the code word, just in case,and asks, "Well apparently I'm 'contagious' or some rediculous nonsense, and the source of all this when it is clearly evil martian zeta death rays. How have you been? You look good.
"Clearly." Danielle smirks a bit when Croyd mentions she looks good, "Thanks." She reaches up and scratches at the back of her neck again, "I mean, contagious with what though? I haven't been looking at the news, I broke my tv a few days ago." Commenting with a small shrug, "And why would they think its you? I mean, what the hell do these assholes know anyhow? They'd blame bambi for this shit too if he was around. I'm sure, whatever it is, its waaaaaaaay beyond their understanding. I mean, come on, I flew in here and there wasn't even a single missile coming my way."
Croyd says, "Oh apparently there is this 'wild card virus' going around causing people to either go into a coma or be mutated into some weird thing. But its not me! It's all a conspiracy to get me. Nate seemed to think it was me but he's been affected by the mind rays! And ..wait...do you think Bambi is on it! I've never had venison but I'm willing to!"
"Uhhh, Wild Card Virus." Danielle questions, her regeneration is probably already starting to fight for its life against this thing and she doesn't really notice. There's this dandruff like itching along her spine though and she just shakes her head, letting it go. "No, I don't fucking think Bambi is part of this, jesus christ." She smirks and shakes her head at Croyd, walking closer to him, "You want out of here? Or are we hiding out here or what?" She puts her hands on her hips and starts looking around, "I mean, this isn't so bad a place, pretty cozy. And from the looks of things outside, you're pretty safe here." Shrugging she kicks a rock, which goes so fast that there's only a small rock sized hole that appears suddenly in the wall before the rock flies far far far away.
Croyd is clearly way amped on SOMETHING, in fact there is a faint glow to his eyes slightly red. And he's kind of hulked out more than the albino giant he has. He reeks of MGH and...something...else. "I want to get out of here, sure. I think Soho is dangerous! There is some kind of virus here, and while I would heal the next time I regenerated, I don't want to get it. But...no, I don't need to leave, I just wanted muscle in case the aliens tried to get me.
Smacking one fist into the other, Danielle mentions, "Well, I've got muscles." She offers, then shrugs, "Sort of, really I mean, I've been finding it's just I got brain power. Or whatever, but yeah. I'll stick it out, protect you from the jerks." She scratches at her neck some more and then offers, "I mean, if there's some kind of virus here, is it safe for us to leave now? It isn't like I'll get sick, or you, permanently, I think. So, we should be pretty safe here. But we could go hide out at my place, or we could go talk with Tony Stark, I know he'd probably be able to answer all kinds of shit."
Croyd says-, "Do you think maybe we could do that? I'd love some of that armor though I imagine he gets that all the time, but maybe like a Croyd Mobile. Wouldn't that be cool? A croyd Mobile? I love all that." Croyd is speaking very fast, but for some reason it is entirely comprehensible to Danielle.
Danielle hmmms and shrugs her shoulders a little bit before she closes her eyes some, "Wow. I've got some kind of crazy itching. I think back to my place. I gotta wash off or something, maybe I got some odd dust on me, or some shit? Then we can go and visit Tony, ask about the armor, though I think he'll say no. I've never asked, but I've seen a lot of people ask, and all of them get refused. He builds stuff from time to time for folks though. So, who knows right?" She questions and reaches behind herself, scratching up and down her spine some more, "Come on, just a quick stop off for me to rinse off whatever the hell's gotten on me."
Croyd nods, "Sounds awesome. I can sky walk now so you lead the way and I'll follow...or I can just sit on your back because that's fun and because you're a better flier than me. Why don't I just do that! Up up and away!" He grins insanely.
Danielle's eyes look around and then she goes over to a mirror to look at what amounts to lots of little blue tendrils and she squints at them. "What the fuck?!" She seems a little upset, reaching back to try and grab at them and pull on one or two, but her fingers just sort of move through them, unable to actually grab ahold of them. And she looks back to Croyd, "Rays? I mean, if I'm infected, with this thing, what happens? I mean, won't I regenerate it away?" She doesn't really understand biology, having only a mid-high school education and all. "Shit, can't go to Tony, then, he might get infected."
Croyd says, "Well, they're working on a cure but they've said its hard to find. Personally I think they look kinda nice. They're saying there is only one source on the news but its clearly not me so it must be White Martians or something. And at least you're not a giant duck or anything. Should I go to the store and get you some Aspirin or something?"
Danielle shakes her head and mentions, "No, it just kind of itches, and it's going away. I'm not sure what else is gonna happen. I can sorta feel them wiggling their way out of me. It's like, little worms squirming, that's what is making them itch." She mentions and closes her eyes, then starts scratching at one of her arms a bit, "I'm I'm not sure what's going on."
Croyd says, "Well, I can show you what I do whenever I wake up with a new body, which helps me learn my powers kinda fast...it's pretty organized by now but it'll seem a little silly. But it works. Wanna try?"
Danielle agrees to what Croyd is offering and will spend the next many hours testing out whatever is happening to her. What they'll discover is her telikentic feelers became part of her body, they've emerged, her mentality has regressed a little bit in animalistic nature. She's gotten more reflexive, and more aggressive, but whatever implant Tony had in her arm to keep the drug levels up seems to have malfunctioned as well, and started to be forced out of her system. Meaning either dangerous things in the days to come or perhaps a lack of need of it any longer. They'll just have to see.