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Steamgear, a small steampunk town in the middle of the Sahara, is taken by terrorists. These terrorists use horrible bio-weaponry that is similar to the Black Plague.. On steroids. Everywhere in the used-to-be-quaint place, you could walk around the corner and get mugged, beaten, or see a pile of burning gray-skinned bodies. In his small workshop, Thaddeus works on a cure, but he isn't the friendly type... More the... Crazy type. He thinks he's almost finished it, when terrorists attack his home.

PRESENT: "You guys suck!" Thaddeus yells as he bursts from his workshop, guns blazing at the fleeing terrorist group. Running out of ammo, he drops his clips and puts away the uzis. "Thank God, thought he'd never run outta ammo!" Grunts one of the scrappy looking men, just before colliding with a pole as he looks back around to focus on running. He is then yanked back up by Thaddeus, only to be kneed in the crotch and right hooked. Popping his knuckles, the scientist grumbles as he abruptly begins to walk back to his wrecked workshop. Well, at least they won't bother him for a while. He ignores the cheers and happy sounds from the once-stunned townspeople around him, and slams the workshop door shut.

[RP how you like. Preferably something like an elite superhuman from the terrorist group, or simply a concerned citizen. Perhaps even a friend of Thad's who saw him in the paper. Have fun!]

Sitting on a burning building, Alexander watched the old man beat up the gang of terrorist. I wonder why those guys where trying to attack him..... Slowly getting up, he grasped the side of the roof and tried to slide down carefully, When he was distracted by a balloon rising through the air. Losing his concentration, he slipped and fell of the 15ft building, landing on a glowing red rock. Ugh, i hate all these demon invasions... Getting up, he took off his shirt and examined the wound to his lower stomach. Mumbling to himself "Damn that'n not a pretty sight, better get some help, but who to trust?" Finally he made his mind up to go ask the old man. Striding over to his destroyed workshop, he rapped on the door.

(If you want you can change the "Old mans" to something different to make the rp more interesting...)

[Yeah, he's not old, he just has silver hair. He's about.. Say, thirty.]

Thaddeus answered the door with a click as he slapped a cartridge into his Uzi. "I told you not to come back, or I'd hang you up on my wall-... Oh." He said as he put away the firearm. "What? What do you want?" He asked as he ran a hand through his hair. His workshop seemed to have been straightened up partially after this time, save for a couple of broken vials. "At least I still have the ingredients and list.." He murmured quietly to himself as he glanced back at it all.

"Um... Excuse me interrupting you sir, but do you have any bandages? I fell off......" Suddenly Alex coughed up allot of blood, and collapsed forward onto the threshold, unconscious.
(Alex calls everybody older then him and he doesn't know, "Old man"... xD, makes the story funner)

Raising an unamused eyebrow as he caught the male under his arms, he heaved him up a bit more to drag him into the shop with a slightly annoyed sigh. "Might as well cook for him too." He mumbled, taking off his brass goggles after gently putting the man onto his bed. He fumbled around a bit before finding his medical kit, first sedating Alexander with a little whiskey, rubbing his throat to make him swallow, and then checked for projectiles in the wounds. Taking out any, if any, he could find, he then sewed up the marks before decontaminating them with rubbing alcohol and wrapping the wounds in sterile bandages. Sloughing off his coat and vest next, he checked his watch. "6:56. I'll start dinner." He said to himself, locking the workshop door downstairs. The workshop was small, relatively. Two stories tall. One bedroom which was actually an attic, a storage basement, and a store area where the shelves and counters and whatnot all displayed various strange liquids, ingredients, and tools rather than goods. Soon, the smell of grilling steaks was filling the workshop. It was the only way he could cook right now, until he could get a stove. He had to use his furnace.

Alex awoke to steak filled air and a strange new environment. Looking down he saw that he had bandages around his mid-section and he didn't feel the pain. He looked around and saw that the Old man was cooking food in a furnace. Suddenly the smell overwhelmed him and his stomach growled hungrily. Stupid stomach.....
(Btw, alex is 17)

Ace walked around looking for the address in that paper, he must have walked up and down these streets a dozen times looking for this place "Its like it doesn't even exist" Ace said as he looks up at all the tall broken down buildings. Just when he was about to give up hope he saw an alley just in the middle of the buildings, as he walked down the alley he sees a man on the floor completely unconscious a few feet from the address he'd been looking for.

Ace beats down the door screaming "Hey Doctor, Doctor Thaddeus Dredd are you in there I need your help!!!"

(Hope it's cool if I joined, this lucked really good)

Thad didn't turn around, his goggles sitting neatly on the bedside. "Good evening, Sunshine." He said simply, standing up with a few joint-pops as he rose the tray of still sizzling food to put on the table. "I'm glad I only have one guest tonight. I don't have many dishes." He said with a managed smile. "Sorry for being sour earlier. I'm.. Just under a lot of stress right now, is all." He admitted, then walked over to help Alexander out of bed. "I'm Thaddeus by the way, but a lot of people just call me Doc..." His eyes were a pale blue, a gorgeous addition to his other abnormal features, such as his hair and his strength. Glancing at the door as he heard someone banging and yelling, Thad shook his head. "Ugh. What now?" He said as he put on his goggles again, slipping the activation rings for his armblades on. (Attached to metal wires that led to a spring release, quite simple yet cleverly designed) Walking to the door without opening it, he glanced through the peephole. "What is it? We're closed right now."

As soon as Alex heard people banging on the door, he knew they had found him. Alex concentrated as hard as he could and mustered all the strength he had left, and turned invisible. He tried not to make any noise as the banging and the yelling got louder. How will Doc feel when he finds out i'm a wanted criminal for murder.....

"How the hell are you closed you a Doctor that helps people, I'm people so open the door and start helping" Ace yelled at the Doctor "My sister is sick and I readied in the paper your thee best doctor in the crappy town, I don't have much but, I'll do anything to help my sister"

Grumbling a bit, he geared up, putting on his coat and whatnot again before slapping another clip into the unloaded uzi and holstering both. "Alright. Fine. Bring her here. I have another patient here, though, so try and be.. Respectful." He trailed off as he looked back to find that Alexander wasn't there. He didn't want to say anything though, save being called crazy. He unlocked the door and rose a gun, opening it with the gun pointed to the ceiling. "Before you come in however, drop all weapons on the counter. Including whatever can be used as one. If I see you stepping near one behind by back or otherwise, i'll kick you and your sister out. Clear?" He wasn't the cautious type, but that was for a good reason. The terrorists were desperate to keep the town theirs. Why, they'd even kill the doctors... "And the reason I'm the best in town apparently, is simply because I'm the only one in town with the balls to defend himself... So i'm the only one alive."

Alex let out a breath of relief when he saw it was just a guy walking in. he eased his way into the corner watching cautiously. His energy was draining from keeping the invisibility up this long, but he needed it a little longer otherwise it would look awkward if he just "Pop'ed" up....

Ace walked in alone seeing a the dirtiest doctors office he had ever seen "My sister isn't with me smart guy shes to sick I can't move her" he says ass he drops all of his daggers and shurikens on the table. Immediately he felt an uneasy feeling coming form the Doctor "I just came here because I heard you have a antidote that can cure what she has, I looked it up and there's only one thing that kept coming up, she as the plague if that's even possible"

Alex tried to quietly scoot closer to the newcomer, but in the process he managed to knock over a few old books, some pots and a vial. "SHIT!"
(If you don't want language I can edit.)

Thaddeus seemed to twitch at the insult, but grumbled a bit and shook it off. "Yeah... I did have the cure, but.. The Terrorists destroyed the place. I'll need a couple of da-!" He glanced at the moving books and whatnot, holding up both guns. "Oh. I see. You're still here... Some kinda funky powers. You can become visible again, I don't think this guy's gonna bother either of us... Anyway.. Yeah. I'll need to make that antidote." He glanced at his vials, thumbing past a few before taking three out. "Antibiotics is the clear-yellow vial. Human liver extract is the reddish-clear one, and the blue one helps with pain. The liver extract will help clean her blood. Just administer these, and they'll last until I can make the cure again, maybe a little longer." He said, handing it all to Ace. "No charge."

Alex sat on the bed and became visible again. Covered in blood, grime and who-knows what else, Alex introduced himself to Ace. "Hey, Alex's the name."

Ace put all the vials in his pocket nice and easy so they wouldn't break, he looks at the man near the books then at the Doctor "No charge?" Ace said looking at him as if something was on his face "All do respect sir I that doesn't exist in this world and especially in this town, so if you want something in return, just say it"

Thaddeus pursed his lips. "No charge. I make stuff. I rarely actually sell it unless it's trivial... When it's life or death, I don't charge." He rose a hand, glancing back at the man's weaponry. It all clustered together on itself with some sort of rainbow-colored aura around his hand and the weapons, slowly floating toward Ace and resetting themselves into from wherever he'd taken them before. "I was just about to have dinner if you're hungry... Oh, and have her drink the painkiller potion. The other two, rub onto the skin, preferably vascular areas like the neck so that it can directly get into the blood."