outer_divide | [Audio] call for help backdated to Monday

I'll be there in ten. Give me your coordinates.

[Because there's lots of woods.]

[The relief is visible on Wing's face. Try as he might, the human seems uncomfortable with him. He can't figure out quite why.]

Thank you, Agent K.

[He sends the coordinates.]

[Wing then switches to text, because he's trying to be polite.]

//He appears to have killed a creature here. He may be...skittish.//

[By which he means, please be prepared.]

[Fortunately Kay would be prepared if he was stripped down to his socks and his dreams for the future.]

On my way.

[And he takes off. No vehicle (dammit, he misses those) but he gets there as quickly as he could with some of the medical materials he retrieved from the ship.]

[That's an image it's best not to articulate to Wing.]

[He nods, and sits back on his heels, craning his audio for the other's approach. After a moment, he stands, figuring he's possibly a better landmark than 'trees'. ]

[Most people would experience the need for brain bleach after that one, but he speeds up when he sees Wing. He pushes easily through the brambles (of course not as easily as the robot), fighting his way over to the hulking figure.]

[That may be useful in the future.]

Agent K.

[Wing turns to the noise of the shifting brambles, gesturing toward the dead lizard.]

Is it edible to your kind? [No sense letting it go to waste.]

[Kay looks somewhat incredulously at the lizard. And then squints.] I'm not sure. I can check with the locals. But probably not without cooking.

[He looks around, turning in place to do so.] Where's the guy?

[ Aforementioned man was lying with his eyes closed not far from the lizard. Sometime within the last few minutes Eliot had regained consciousness, but having heard voices, he decided to remain where he laid for the possibility of gaining new information.

His side hurt, slightly better than before but still a grievous wound. Had he still been human, he would surely be dead.

He decided to wait until the new man, Agent K, ominous moniker, stepped closer to decide what to do. ]

[Wing points to the newcomer, careful to keep his distance.]

He seems to think I am a threat. Though I have tried to tell him otherwise.

[He tilts his head. Because that is quite a bit of blood.] Can you repair him?

[He finally sees him, and makes his way over to him quick. He kneels beside of the guy and has a look at that nasty wound, before reaching in his overcoat pockets to pull out materials.]

I can help stop him from leakin' at least, Big Guy. And don't worry too much about it, he probably just hasn't seen anything like you before. [And that can make people nervous. He has material to stitch, but it's not been something he's done a lot.]

There's a hospital. Maybe we can get him there afterward. [This guy, if he were human, he'd have to be dead. Therefore he's presuming he's at least something special. Hell if he knows what.]

[ Leaking? And hospital, no, he did not do hospitals.

Whatever the man was ruffling around with, Eliot knew he wanted none of it.
Which meant this mysterious agent K got close enough.

Suddenly snapping awake, Eliot used all of his werewolf speed in an attempt to catch K around the wrist before the man could draw a weapon then, if successful, bring his arm around to lock him in a choke hold. Eliot's side flared up like someone lit the 4th of July in his torso, but he managed to grit his teeth until his vision cleared from the fiery aftermath. ]

I don't think so. K, right? Tell your giant buddy to back off.

[That is precisely the wrong way to make the 'giant buddy' back off. Wing catches the other's movement, reacting without thought: he draws one of his energon blades, the blue electricity crackling brightly.]

I would suggest that you release the agent.

[He is surprisingly placid about a guy lurching up and getting him in a chokehold. Maybe it's something that he's used to.]

No, no. It's alright, Wing.

[He grabs Elliot by the arm and gives a good push. He's lost a lot of blood, so it's a safe bet he's sapped on strength.]

Sorry, Bucko. Giant buddy doesn't do what I say. He decides what he wants to do. [He shoves himself away and gets a few steps away to wait until the adrenaline has worn off.] That was a bad move. You almost ended up with a knife through you're hand, and that wouldn't have made anything about this whole mess any better.

[ Actually, Eliot couldn't agree more when he could barely hold himself up, much less hold onto a hostage of an unknown agent and hope to fight off a giant robot. The shove easily threw him off and he fell back, the world spinning precariously around once again.

It was an effort to even catch most of the words that were spoken to him through the pain induced haze.

Sometime after the speech subsided, more likely due to the fireworks of pain also subsided, Eliot managed to groan. That was as good a sign as any that he wasn't doing anymore stupid for the moment.]

Who... where?

[Wing stows his blades, swiftly, giving the agent a brief, apologetic nod.]

I apologize. I did try to warn you.

[Then again, Agent K really didn't seem to need the warning, had he?]

[While the newcomer is out, Wing edges in closer, to help, looking to the agent for instructions. That was red and messy and did not look at all like a Cybertronian system.]

I am Wing. And you are grievously injured and are letting us help you.

[The last bit wasn't entirely true, but maybe the human would resist less.]

If he's gonna rough himself up like this I'm going to have to do something about it here and hope for the best. [He pulls out a first aid kit and starts threading a needle, moving back over to the guy but this time putting a knee on him to hold him in place.]

Any chance you can get back to the city and get me some whiskey? [Kid needs some disinfectant.]

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[ Eliot looked up briefly, weakly, at the giant robot Wing, but it was at the other man's words that made him rumble a growl in annoyance. Considering how the knee on him effectively held him in place, surprisingly strong for an old looking guy actually, for once, Eliot doesn't have the bite to live up to his bark. At least he didn't seem as inclined to get away anymore. ]

'He's' right're and listenin'.

[ Although it was questionable how much listening he was doing when it felt like he caught only the every third word or so. The slur also caused his southern accent to be worse than normal, but decipherable. ]

I'll b'fine. M'not dead, am I?

You aren't dead, no. But please let Agent K help you anyway.

[He casts a worried look at the agent.]

Will you be...all right if I leave?

[He suspects the answer is 'yes'. He stands, moving backwards to the other side of the clearing.]

((OOC: If K gives him a sign of assent, presume Wing leaves for the city for a bit and you two tag on without him!))

Yeah, I'll be fine. Usually am. [He gives Wing a nod, trying to focus on sewing blood slick skin together. He notes the guy's accent is a lot thicker than his own lower Midwestern fare.]

Just tryin' to help you stay not dead for longer, here. But it is pretty notable that you're not. Most guys woulda keeled over from somethin' like this.

[ If Eliot wasn't slurring half his words together because he couldn't focus, he would be more understandable. As it was, he was struggling to stay lucid really. Getting sewn up with a lack of anesthetics helped in that department but he still somehow missed the robot leaving.

But after a while, he got a new appreciation for the man sewing him up. It was quick and precise, and although he was still unsure whether the agent was a friend or a foe, it was apparent that the guy wanted him whole. That'll have to do, common goal and all. ]

M'not most guys. Takes more t'kill me.

[ He may not be dead, but he was also pretty notably down for the count. In an attempt to stay aware, Eliot tried to focus on things he was still attempting to find out. Maybe asking a third time will be the charm. ] Where'm I?

((OOC: Feel free to have Wing rejoin anytime!))

How "Where am I?" are you askin'?

[He leans back to get the bandaging to cover it, lifting up his knee so he wasn't pressing so much weight on Elliot anymore.] On a smaller scale, you're in the woods, not far from the Old City. But on a larger scale, you're on the planet Verdana. Depends on whether you are from here or you crashed or you're one of the guys that woke up wondering where the kitchen had gone to and why everything suddenly tasted plaid.

[He shrugs.] If it's the latter, me and Wing are in that group, too.

[ The confusion that passed across Eliot's face might be contributed to his injuries affecting his mind, but considering the sharpness in his gaze before 'planet Verdana' was mentioned, it was more likely the agent. ]

You're sayin' we're on 'nother fuckin' planet?!

[ He tried to get up, but not ready for that by far, he fell back with a soft groan. The next best course was to accuse the agent of being on something, or was lying through his teeth to get him to swallow a bunch of bull, except he just wrestled down some dinosaur he was sure was extinct.

He gave agent K a wild bewildered look. ]

What the fuck?

[Wing of course chooses the wrong moment to return. He drops down through the trees, shifting from his alt to his bipedal mode. Leaves stirred in the downdraft of air, even though he's trying to land as gently as possible.]

[He holds out a bottle--it's green glass and a bit grimy, and full of some dark liquid.]

This is what they gave me [for...the promise of an hour's labor, later.] It...has a high ethyl alcohol content. I am not sure it is safe for your kind to consume.

[Because it smells like fuel.]

[He takes that glass of what is probably the consistency of fuel and takes a swig. And hisses out a breath.]

It's not. [And he uses that to clean off the sewn area, and his own hands.]

You are on a planet that's not Earth if that's where you're from. Though most of the life, save for Wing here who is probably used to guys a lot taller than us, seems to be remarkably similar to that of Earth or at least familiar with the species that come from it. The native life isn't all from one time period.

[ The acrid smell of gas assaulted his nose as soon as the robot returned. Still somewhat groggy in general, Eliot's reaction was too slow to warn the Agent against drinking the thing, though considering the smell was strong enough that even a human's senses should be able to pick it up, a warning shouldn't even be necessary. Any poisoning the agent got was on his own head for his stupidity.

What Eliot also didn't expect though was that the man would dump the fuel into his still open wound as a form of disinfectant. Suddenly seared by blinding pain, Eliot could only clench his mouth shut as the alcohol assaulted him like a burning volcano in his side. Somehow, probably due to experience, he hissed out a breath and managed to not scream. He was awfully near passing out though.

The ordeal left him exhausted nonetheless and in his haze, he missed most of what the agent K was saying afterwards. Something about 'not Earth' and 'native species'. He got most of the point though and knew what he wanted.]

Ge' me back... Earth.

[Wing looked stunned.]

Agent! He is already weak. There is no need to torture him.

[Because what else would you call causing pain to a helpless person? He turns to the injured human, apologetic. ]

If I'd known he would do that, Eliot, I would not have procured it.

We are trying, Eliot. To get us all home.

Not torture, Wing. It'll keep that hole from doing our equivalent of.... rusting, I guess.

[He wiped his mouth and stood up, giving the guy a little more room to move around while he could gather himself up.]

As for getting you to Earth, we're still trying to figure that out. Whoever brought us here didn't really give anybody a clear cut path to their homes... hell, they didn't live long enough for us to leave a few stern words about how its not polite to uproot someone along for the ride.

[ A contrite robot was really something to see, too bad Eliot couldn't remain focused enough to really enjoy it. He could have done without the fuel brand of antiseptic though as he honestly felt a whole lot worse now than before. He managed to wave Wing's concern off with a gruff word. ]

M'aright.

Coulda used a warnin'.

[ With a resilience that, at this point, surprised even himself, he forced himself up into a sitting position, then with the help of the tree he was half propped against, forced himself staggering to his feet. ]

We're stuck?

[ He was healing at a miraculous speed and already the wound looked marginally less ugly than before, but if Agent K thought he was in any condition to go moving about, the man was sorely mistaken. What he needed was probably a bed and a place where falling asleep wouldn't equate to being eaten by dinosaurs... and a way to get there. ]

Surely there has to be a less painful way of preventing corrosion?

[He did not know humans rusted. He will keep this in mind.]

We are trying to investigate ways of returning us to our homes. But it is a mystery what became of our abductors. And ...why us.

Nah, we got nerve endings everywhere. Nerves to tell us we're hungry. Nerves to tell us we're healing. All kinds of nerves, and for diagnostic sensors they are inaccurate as hell and a pain in the ass. [At least his hands are cleaner now.]

And yeah, we're still looking into a way home. But for now- [He gestures in the direction of the Old City.] -be careful showing off in front of the dome people. Doesn't matter how tough you are, they got the numbers to take people down.

[He looks up at Wing for confirmation.]

[ Eliot would appreciate the pep talk if he wasn't feeling so dead on his feet and had to spend most of his energy trying not to keel over. Moving made the world spin precariously in warning, his 'diagnostic sensors' being accurate as hell about his condition.

He trusted his body to tell him what to do, and for now his body said 'Don't move'.

So taking up a better lean against the tree, he settled for catching keywords and processing what he could for now. ]

Old city? ... dome people?

[Audio] call for help backdated to Monday

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And then I was eaten by the theatre because it's like a canon holiday

Ohhh, how was it?

Theatre sounds fun!

It was cute! It wasn't epic, but it made me happy and it was better than II.

I might watch it later

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AND he's back. Did you miss him?

Argh, weekend stop being so insanely busy!!!

Long weekends, it happens

woo hooo long weekend!

Re: woo hooo long weekend!

Yeah, I knowx right?

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