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ataraxionlogs2012-03-23 01:57 am
theblogger) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-03-23 01:57 am
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The Ninja's Hands
CHARACTERS: John Watson (theblogger ) and Yoite ( maleit )
LOCATION: Passenger Quarters
WARNINGS: Blood and body horror.
SUMMARY: Megamind lost the war at the cost of pounds of flesh.
NOTES: None.
The wait riding the lift was an aching one. John wasn't entirely certain of what he was in for whenever he reached the party in the hall. A dying man? A corpse? A girl with a sprained ankle? A young woman with a broken leg? Time was of the essence in the former case; no time to turn back now.
Follow the broken robots. Christ.
Yoite, a man he's never heard of before, presents all the signs of internal bleeding from what he's been told over the network. It's been years since he's had to cut into a man. A long line of snotty noses and stitches from clumsy falls. Can he still do it?
Best case scenario, Yoite's been hit in a place where the blood vessel burst and pool the result in the stomach. Another step up, he's punctured a single lung and drowning, meaning a hole in the ribs for drainage. Worst case scenario... extensive internal damage, mass organ failure, death within the hour. Minutes, maybe, except Re-I hasn't contacted him again, so possibly it's not that extensive. The first corpse for the medbay? Not something he wants to sign his name to. Prepared for the worst, hoping for the best, John steps free of the lift and starts to run. Even if the bots are shrapnel he has to hop over or weave around, the adrenaline is pumping thick.
theblogger ) and Yoite ( maleit )LOCATION: Passenger Quarters
WARNINGS: Blood and body horror.
SUMMARY: Megamind lost the war at the cost of pounds of flesh.
NOTES: None.
The wait riding the lift was an aching one. John wasn't entirely certain of what he was in for whenever he reached the party in the hall. A dying man? A corpse? A girl with a sprained ankle? A young woman with a broken leg? Time was of the essence in the former case; no time to turn back now.
Follow the broken robots. Christ.
Yoite, a man he's never heard of before, presents all the signs of internal bleeding from what he's been told over the network. It's been years since he's had to cut into a man. A long line of snotty noses and stitches from clumsy falls. Can he still do it?
Best case scenario, Yoite's been hit in a place where the blood vessel burst and pool the result in the stomach. Another step up, he's punctured a single lung and drowning, meaning a hole in the ribs for drainage. Worst case scenario... extensive internal damage, mass organ failure, death within the hour. Minutes, maybe, except Re-I hasn't contacted him again, so possibly it's not that extensive. The first corpse for the medbay? Not something he wants to sign his name to. Prepared for the worst, hoping for the best, John steps free of the lift and starts to run. Even if the bots are shrapnel he has to hop over or weave around, the adrenaline is pumping thick.