♞ Equius Zahhak ♐ 28 HorsePOWER ♐ [Accidental Video | backdated to this morning] ♞
[Equius's faciliberry is triggered by one of the cleanup crew robots. It sets the device upright after dusting it off and rolls away, giving a clear view of the dim inside of the maintenance bay.
Nearly everything is destroyed. He's torn the work benches off of the walls, bent huge pieces of metal in half, punched holes in the walls themselves, and even dented the door a good number of times. Tiny bits and pieces of metal are scattered over the floor, mostly an assortment of small tools (now broken), nails, wires, and tubing. Oil has spilled onto the floor in a rather big puddle, and the little robots are trying to tidy up the huge mess that Equius has made while trying very hard to stay as far away from him as possible.
He's against the far wall, nestled deep in a pile of blankets with someone draped loosely over him, a limp body settled quietly in his lap. The striking orange and yellow of the curled horns is enough of an indicator as to who it is.
He rocks slowly back and forth with her, his hands touching her hair and running timidly over her back and arms: stroking her horns and her face with affection that no one who's still alive has ever seen him express, before. He whispers to her, his voice barely audible over the sound of the little robots whirring about, and every once in a while he adjusts her slightly, nestling her better in the crook of his shoulder.
He's dressed her in the gown that he commissioned Mindy for: a royal blue dress that falls just past her knees, inlaid with tiny bits of gold clockwork that shine whenever she's moved. He tried his best to tie a ribbon in her hair, but it looks terrible, like it snapped several times while he was trying to do it.
He's crying openly. Every once in a while, he has to pause to allow himself to be wracked with sobs, and he reaches for her hands, lifting them to his face to wipe his tears away. The robots watch him hesitantly, trying to decide if they should intervene and take this clearly dead girl to the incinerator.
Her face is bruised from his touches, and he keeps kissing her and weeping apologies until the feed dies out on its own.]
Nearly everything is destroyed. He's torn the work benches off of the walls, bent huge pieces of metal in half, punched holes in the walls themselves, and even dented the door a good number of times. Tiny bits and pieces of metal are scattered over the floor, mostly an assortment of small tools (now broken), nails, wires, and tubing. Oil has spilled onto the floor in a rather big puddle, and the little robots are trying to tidy up the huge mess that Equius has made while trying very hard to stay as far away from him as possible.
He's against the far wall, nestled deep in a pile of blankets with someone draped loosely over him, a limp body settled quietly in his lap. The striking orange and yellow of the curled horns is enough of an indicator as to who it is.
He rocks slowly back and forth with her, his hands touching her hair and running timidly over her back and arms: stroking her horns and her face with affection that no one who's still alive has ever seen him express, before. He whispers to her, his voice barely audible over the sound of the little robots whirring about, and every once in a while he adjusts her slightly, nestling her better in the crook of his shoulder.
He's dressed her in the gown that he commissioned Mindy for: a royal blue dress that falls just past her knees, inlaid with tiny bits of gold clockwork that shine whenever she's moved. He tried his best to tie a ribbon in her hair, but it looks terrible, like it snapped several times while he was trying to do it.
He's crying openly. Every once in a while, he has to pause to allow himself to be wracked with sobs, and he reaches for her hands, lifting them to his face to wipe his tears away. The robots watch him hesitantly, trying to decide if they should intervene and take this clearly dead girl to the incinerator.
Her face is bruised from his touches, and he keeps kissing her and weeping apologies until the feed dies out on its own.]