...not so holy no.

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Who" The twins, a cult, and anyone.
When: A few days after midterms.
What: Religious studies get a touch out of hand.

Life at Kaos U was never boring, no, far from. Their pop quizzes were 'something blew up in X hall' more than anything else. Today was Robotics over in the Farley building. Tat had an extra bit of urgency because they knew someone over there.

Thankfully Pierce was alright, angry that the idiot in the class had caused an explosion, and burned but alive. He knew to come to them instead of any of the other med students, which was best. Everyone had their pet projects after all...

...and who knew how Dilan's modifications would handle some of those pet projects?

Still Pierce got his bandages and sucker just to be amusing. He didn't think anything else of it until he was sitting down at dinner, blinking, "where are the girls?" That was a valid question, right?

The explosion had been before lunch, they should have been home by now certainly? Unless they'd planned library time (slots for that could be just as cutthroat). "They're not on call tonight, right?" at the college clinic?

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Dilan checked his phone, sometimes he SCIENCE'ed too hard to notice it go off. "They didn't say they'd be late." which was a rule. Everyone had to know when to start worrying, after all.

"Pierce," Braig said calmly, "get Sheeva. She's a good girl, she can track them." which was better than Dilan tracking them, because he tended to move faster than anyone but Sheeva could keep up with.

"I'll get your ammo." Dilan said, his usually sweet voice turning predatory.

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"Shit," Pierce growled softly and went to go get Sheeva's leash. She WAS a good girl, and knew how to be serious! Which meant she was sitting by the door the moment she heard her name!

"There hasn't been any up spike in activity recorded near the home..." he mused, glancing at panels.

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"That just means that someone got to them before they got home." Braig said, accepting his ammunition and a set of guns - special, modified guns - and then scrambling to keep up with the Dilan that thought Braig is armed, it's time to go now.

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"Normally there's at least some sign people have been watching," Pierce grumped before...getting pulled into a flat out run. At least he didn't yelp? He'd never live that down! And push came to shove he could keep up for a little while, his legs would just hate him in the morning!

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Dilan paced Sheeva, not pulling ahead of her, and called directions back to the two behind them, "I don't hear them yet, but I can smell them." he informed Braig and Pierce, "I think they're at that...little church like structure."

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"Little church like structures don't survive on campus!" Pierce called, glancing into the distance for a moment. "Expect heavy security and probably underground bunkers, it may even be a projection of a building!"

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"I know." Dilan said with a smile that was all teeth and violence, "I'm going to kill them all."

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"I love it when you say it like that, I'm totally programming security programs with that tone of voice. Simple, sweet, matter of fact. It borks brains!" You know, just to keep things in perspective here. Dilan AND Sheeva would have spoken up if they smelled twin blood after all.

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"Dude." Braig glanced at Pierce, "Do you really want Dilan's scary voice for security programs? Won't that make people piss themselves?"

Dilan glided to a stop so that the techie could scan the little building and give them an idea of what they were looking at.

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"...that's not a scary voice..." he blinked. He found it comforting? ANYWAY! "Hmmm, yeah, that's bristling with security traps, they either converted some tech kids or they have money. I guess I get to sit here," and hack yup.

Not that he wanted to wade in anyway but!

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"It is to people he hasn't been living with for years." Braig assured him, "Yes, you hack. Let us know when it's time to go in."

Dilan paced in circles for a few moments, then said, "Keep Sheeva with you. Your situational awareness when hacking isn't as good as hers is."

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"Hmmm what? Yeah they'll want cookies when they get home," Pierce agreed to...not the conversation going on in the least, which really nailed home the need for Sheeva huh?

"Buuuuuuut their tech is only A grade," he sniffed. Watch out for domestic, non-tech traps and yeah it's mostly underground but entry is safeish now."

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Braig would have laughed if he wasn't scrambling to follow after Dilan, who moved like he'd been shot from a gun the second that Pierce gave the more-or-less-clear.

The door splintered like tempered chocolate at Dilan's kick.

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"Tell me what they decided to run this POS on!" he called, vaguely waving after them yes.

There was...an empty room with rough sanded pews and nothing else? More like a kids mockup of a church, granted, those probably pivoted for ladder access down or something.

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Soon enough there was a thick blood-and-effluvium trail with the door on one end and Dilan on the other. Braig was hanging back and picking off those people who either got around Dilan or were busy dying horribly...but not quite fast enough for the short man's tastes.

Once he found the girls, Dilan started checking them over for damage.

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Rather extreme allergic reactions was the order of the day it seemed. The kidnappers had managed over he counter antihistamines but that meant they were om the 'laborious breathing but not dead' phase of things?

Yeah, it was a fun phase.

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Dilan pulled out a couple of syringes, checked them to be sure they were the RIGHT syringes, and then slapped each girl with one. They were heavy-duty antihistamines tailored to the girls specifically. Because they were precious, and to be protected.

"Talk to me when you can." he said gently, pushing Maya's hair back and then doing the same with Aya.

Braig came in on Dilan's heels and settled in to protect them if anyone was a) living and b) dumb enough to come back.

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Well, there was panic, and further back some people in non-robes poking their head out a door? "Does this mean we don't get the collab credit? I'm not going through initiation if this isn't going to count..." IT WAS A SENSIBLE QUESTION GIVEN THE CIRCUMSTANCES!

Yeeah, girls were going to breathe.

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"It doesn't matter. I am going to kill all of you." Dilan explained to the questions, in the simple, sweet voice he used when he was stating a fact he didn't see the point in explaining.

"I might kill some of them." Braig said, a bit put out, as he head-shot one of the people poking their head out. "They went after the girls. I like the girls."

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Well, cue initiates panicking and hoping the 'ceremony room' they'd been crammed into had another exit yes...

Aya coughed and reached out to take Braig's hand, "d...they've been lock...locked in there for days." Nothing to do with them?

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"Fine." Braig said, grumbling, "Dilan, don't kill them if they walk out of here with their hands locked behind their necks. Walk. A nice, slow walk." Then, after a moment, "Naked, so I know they don't have any weapons. Strip and go." The last to the initiates, although the hand Aya took wrapped around hers and gave a reassuring squeeze.

"...I don't promise not to kill them later if they turn out to have been participants." Dilan said, putting his ear against Maya's chest to listen to her heart beat. He hadn't stopped long enough to get anything other than the antihistamines. He also wasn't thinking about breasts until it was too late to do anything other than think soft.

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Cue OBEDIENT STRIPPING! Granted, there probably wasn't a soul left at KAOS these days that had any body modesty. How could they when variations on naked happened so often?

"...okay," Aya Agreed, doubling forward to cough some more. Ick.

Maya jerked in shock, waking up with a weight on her chest was NOT okay and she was going for a weapon before she realized it was Dilan? Oops? "Sorry..." Granted, wasn't much left for her to grab, gear wise. Where the HEELL was their gear?

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Braig watched them leave, then moved to support Aya while she coughed.

Dilan settled back, unhurried, when he was sure Maya was okay, "That's fine, Maya. We need you to get more hand-to-hand, though. Going for a weapon is good, but you need to be ready to attack without one from a dead sleep too." It...wasn't like she was likely to be able to hurt him even with hand-to-hand, after all. He was a sturdy mutant, he was. "How's your breathing? Can you focus?"

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"Joints are all goo," Maya grumbled, why'd she'd gone for a weapon, her limbs weren't working well enough for most the hand to hand she had training in? "Where's my gear. What am I wearing?"

Aya felt like she was losing a lung honestly but eventually she spat to the side and scrubbed a hand over her face. Bleh. "Cold...robes. White, heavy. Sammite?"

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"I don't know where your gear is. You need new anyway." Braig informed both girls while Dilan contemplated how he was going to carry them both out of there. Braig filled them in, succinctly, ending with, "And then you both started to wake up."

Dilan frowned a bit, "I can carry both of you, but you might not like that. It'd be one per arm." Like babies.