"OUT OF THE WAY! DEADLY FLESH EATING BACTERIA ON THE LOOSE!" An airtight jar filled with [i]something[/i] a putrid green was rolling down the hall at breakneck speeds. The man shouting was well toned, highly muscled, wore a tattered lab coat with combat paddings, and every attempt he made to grab the jar seemed only to spur it further out of control. Down the stairs went the, thankfully, nigh indestructible glass jar. Bounce bounce bounce along each step it took while its pursuer practically flew down the stairs he skipped so many steps at a time. Oh man, if the director found out about this runaway specimen, he'd be suspended [i]so hard.[/i] If she found out that it wasn't your standard flesh eating bacteria but a virus designed to overwrite your DNA to urinate uranium (urinatium he called it) then he might as well pack his bags for the Birdcage!

"STAND ASIDE, VERY DEADLY, LET THE PROFESSIONAL HANDLE THINGS!" The man pushed through a crowd of PRT employees to get to the jar. Finally the rolling menace came to a stop and he was able to snatch it. "Huff. Puff. So. Out. Of. Breath." The man took a look at the jar, reading the label and his eyes opened wide. This wasn't Urinatium! OR flesh eating bacteria! This was his cancer medication, oh man! Grumbling, he produced a syringe from his tattered lab coat and jabbed it through the top of the jar, pulled some of the green substance out, then injected himself in the neck. 

"Aaaaaah, that's the good stuff." His eyes practically rolled back in near orgasmic bliss. That's when he realized he wasn't alone. There he was, standing in front of the tinker workshop with some new person he'd never seen before checking his phone. Wait, new person? "AH! You must be Ifrit! Welcome to Boston, welcome welcome! I'm Replicant, you've probably heard of me! The tinker with disability, eh?" In the same motion Replicant held out his hand to shake his fellow hero's, he also produced a cotton swab and moved to rub a sample of Ifrit's skin cells from his arm,

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