2nd Fifth - We Have The Tech, We Can Rebuild Him! [Event]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[Action | Wandering The Streets]

[The Captain is not doing so well.

He is wearing pants and his coat, but is going shirtless. Bandages are wrapped around his abdomen. Blood stains, most of them about a day old, dirty the bandages.

He's holding his stomach with one arm and a bucket with sticky quarters in his free hand. The bucket says "Swear Jar" on the side.

He's walking slowly, stumbling a bit. Muttering to himself.

On occasion he forgets what not to mutter about.

So, on occasion, you will find him on his knees. He's going through spasms that end with him coughing up a quarter into that bucket.]

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

[ One of those times when he's on his knees, it's by the alley next to the tavern, horking up another quarter - when there's a muffled squeak from behind the dumpster. ]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Hey!

*cough*

Who's back there?

[ooeeooahah]

...i-it's Ilsa.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

You got out okay?

Come on out, I'll walk you home or... something.

[ooeeooahah]

Nonononono

[ There is a scrabbling noise, sounding like someone trying to wedge themselves into the cracks in the wall. ]

notsafenotsafenotsafe...

[hisnameisthecaptain]

What? It's fine. I think we need to get others involved.

I just need to stop bleeding and... well,...

[Again, an attempted curse. Again the spasms and he fell to his side. The electrecutions were terrible. Every muscle in his body ached.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Another squeak, and from his new vantage point, he can see that she's wedged herself under a stack of boxes. She tentatively reaches out, but then draws back in on herself. ]

I... I can't heal stuff she did.

[the_end_run]

[Oh, he looks bad...She's been on the lookout for people to help, and he looks like he needs it.]

Hey, what happened to you!?

[He's...spitting out something. Into the jar. This is really, really beyond weird.]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

They did something. They took out my stomatch I think and put this...

[Oh man. He twitches, spasms and coughs out another quarter into that bucket.]

... That... that happens when I curse. Also... it shocks me pretty bad. Every muscle burns.

[the_end_run]

[She's no doctor, so there's nothing she can really do to help out the problem.]

Do you need anything? I'm not a doctor, but I'll do what I can to help.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Just shoot me in the head... wait, no.

I forgot about the revival thing being down.

Man this is...

[Cut off by spasms and twitching.

The convultions are short lived before he chokes out another quarter and spits it into the bucket.]

[the_end_run]

[That is really disturbing...]

Guess the only thing you can do is to stop swearing.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Really?

Well, that's a load of...

[Oh no, another bit of flipping out then a quarter coughed out.]

Okay... okay... I give.

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett, or at least her empty chip powered husk, is walking down the streets, holding a badly scorched lump that looks like a pie. As she walks up to the Captain spasming, she drops that "pie" on his head, the chip in her head displaying a dinner scene.]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[What?... He takes a moment to look up.]

Why the...?

[Violently cut off as he feels the shock through his system. Coughing out another quarter.]

[answerer_sword]

No dessert, Beaver?

[Then, almost methodically, she begins to knead the strange pie into his head, having no knife or fork to cut the "food" with.]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[Blink, blink.]

You are the weirdest drone I have met so far.

[He's trying to think his words through, he's not even considering cursing at the moment.]

Stop that... uh.... uh... please?

[answerer_sword]

No.

[She pauses for a bit.]

No what?

[Another pause.]

No, I won't have any.

[Then, she bursts out in a strange, ringing laughter.]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

...

Stop that.

[best_weapon_ever]

[Her eyes see the bloody bandages and she knows he's probably been the the factory people are talking about. She's at his side in an instant.]

It looks like you need new bandages.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Yeah, probably.

Also, I need a surgeon... um... a magical one or something. Or one who is really strong with an unbreakable needle.

Great, I'm...

[His body convulses and it's all he can do to keep from collapsing entirely.

He vomits up another quarter, drawing the bucket under neath him to catch it.

Why did he keep that thing again?]

[best_weapon_ever]

I could put on new bandages for you, and there are people here who know how to use magic; we can make a call to see if anyone can help.

[Her eyes widen as he coughs up the quarter and she shakes her head in disgust at the town.]

That lady who put out the phone call did this, didn't she?

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Maybe, she's weird though... I don't think the town will let it go that easy.

[He wants to die. That'd be nice actually.]

I think it had to be. Creepy stuff, kept me awake for the whole thing.

Didn't even use pain killers, that...

[So, trial and error should teach him to watch his cursing. He seems to be a very, very slow learner.

The spams hit again, his hairs standing on end and his eyes are squeezed shut.

Again, choking and coughing, he tosses up another quarter.]

[best_weapon_ever]

[She nods at his first reply, but a frown pulls at her lips as he goes on. Then there's another quarter, and now she gets a look the words Swear Jar written on the container he's holding.]


Maybe it would be best if you didn't curse until we can find someone to help you.

All of this is really strange, I thought they wanted us to be the perfect citizens, these surgeries aren't making anyone normal.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

No... this is something else.

Droning is the perfect citizen thing.

Every now and then they get us like this... This is bad. Not the worse... but bad.

[There are pauses in his speech, like he is plotting his wrods so he doesn't curse.]