((I was waiting for Griffinsummoner, but I can't risk letting this sink into oblivion.))<br/><br/>Delilah prepares to block the tigress' assault, but is saved by Tasu's mad charge.  Sh doesn't get much more time as one of the other nurses attacks her just as Tasu whips back against the wall.  Nephanim dodge Tasu's body easily, but he's taken completely by surprise when the maw snaps over his head and twists, for him, all goes blank.  The nurses don't even hesitate in their attack even as the limp body of their master is spat onto the floor.  Delilah looks like she's having some serious trouble.  The young doctor who was freshly resurrected seems to panic blindly, lunging at the nearest door hoping for cover...<br/><br/>As the door opens, the nurses freeze.  A number of glowing runes suddenly flare around the edge of the door itself, and a matching set seem to race out along the wall, radiating from the door frame.  As it opens, the source of the mysterious scratching sound is revealed.  They look slightly like the nurses, all featureless, but also seemingly genderless, bodies waiting for the necromancer to implant with newly dead souls.  From the hallway, about fifty of them are visible.  Thankfully, they're only blindly shambling for now, but there has to be a reason for all of that magical protection.<br/><br/>Outside of the department, an inky cloud of shadow erupts up from the floor and rushes toward the now opened door!<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Lex chuckles a little at the suggestion that they get a closet or something.  "I'm afraid what we see here is what we get, I'm as lost as you."  She can tell that laying on her back would make things a bit difficult, as there isn't anything to bring her up to eye level with the other two that way, so she instead gets on her hands and knees in front of them, trying to relax.<br/><br/>The mouse boy swallows nervously at getting this kind of view, though he understands that this really is pretty awkward for everyone involved.  After a little bit of time, he relaxes as well, and his breathing synchronizes with Serene's.  It seems he may actually be usable as a proxy after all.  He reaches up as Lex backs up a little bit to try to make things as easy as possible, "Just reach in as far as you can, I guess..."  she bites her lower lip and tries to brace herself for it, knowing that it may end up being a bit painful.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>the two look at each other as Lance in his disguise cries out in pain.  Normally, they know the wolf to have one of the highest pain tolerances of anyone they've met, so this is a more than a little strange and disturbing.  The younger one speaks first, though he sounds a bit cautious, "Uh, yeah.  Okay, this must be damn serious if it's got you this badly...  Let's detour to a med station."  He rushes down the hallway, the older doctor moves as well, but is careful to remain behind Lance...  One hand in a labcoat pocket, just in case.<br/><br/>As the younger doctor puts his hand on the biometric scanner, the words flash on the top:  Identity confirmed, Vitals confirmed, Neural pattern verified, Access granted<br/><br/>Apparently, the thing not only checks that the scientist is alive, but it even checks somehow for mind control...  This is much more thorough than would be expected.  As the door opens, the older doctor tenses, his hand on something in his pocket.  "We'd better stick to quarantine.  The bastard may just have toxic blood or something, I've seen foxes pull some crazy shit for assassinations, and it would explain more on why the fight went both ways like that.  We can't afford another crisis on top of all this if it does turn out to be virulant."  At that, the doctor presses another few buttons and the door opens to what looks like a small airlock.  "We'd better all get in."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As Wil concentrates on the lights, they really do form into a shape as he carefully focuses and un-focuses on them, even stranger, as he switches control from one to another, they seem to stay somewhat still, only drifting slowly in place.  as the one light is sent zooming up into the sand, it hits and seems to drill a tunnel in the dust before it pops like a firecracker and the dust collapses back in on itself with renewed fury.  The effect definitely looks promising, but it doesn't last long.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Raul nods and keeps his gun pointed to keep cover on the fairy, as much good as that might do. while Chuck signals his group to back up towards the wall, to try to free the elevator door from whatever magic is now on it.  Raul moves up a little bit to where he can quickly get cover in one of the doorways in case the distraction goes sour.  Thistle also watches Mac as he advances, ready for anything.  In her experience anyone this brave is probably dangerous, and should only be considered stupid by an optimist.  Also in her experience, optimists tend to get eaten by the local flowers, and she didn't want to be in that category.<br/><br/>As he holsters his weapon and tries to strike up conversation, she can only stand, somewhat speechless at the gesture.  Chuck and Raul also look at him with a bit of confusion, but keep going about their tasks, at the very least, the distraction is working for a moment.<br/><br/>Then Thistle laughs unbelievingly at the act, "Oh wow, I really think that has to be the absolute last thing I would expect!"  She composes herself a bit and smiles, "I think I like you...  But I'm done with you little monkeys jerking me around.  You can just take a nap."  With a subtle nod, the darts that are lying at her feet spin and fly at Mac, she doesn't even wait to see if they hit as she rockets toward the rest of the group.