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Flight Path 004 [Video//Accidental]

Jul 05, 2009 14:01

[The feed clicks on, and from the angle, it looks as if the PCD is set down on Alfons' bed. Alfons is across the room, getting dressed. His pants are hanging a little low and his shirt is only buttoned up half-way as he digs around for his suspenders, muttering quietly to himself. He looks up every so often, hearing loud banging and the eerie ( Read more... )

!affected, !event: (in)animate, save him from himself please, this can't be good, verdammt

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[Voice] OSHI-- throws_gun July 5 2009, 21:42:31 UTC

Oh shit--

[Voice] Oh, yes... very helpful, Juke. blau_rakete July 5 2009, 21:47:24 UTC

[Alfons coughs louder, letting out a slightly strained cry. Then, silence for a few moments when he hears something on the PCD.]

Can't... breathe--!

[Voice] GOOD JOB MAN throws_gun July 5 2009, 21:56:54 UTC

Alfons! Hit... hit that button in the corner! It'll tell me where you are!

[Voice] bloodseal_soul July 5 2009, 22:02:31 UTC

Don't!

I've got him!

[Al's voice is strained, and there's the sound of pounding up the stairs.]

[Voice] then [Text] throws_gun July 5 2009, 22:06:52 UTC

[slight panting himself, but quickly switches over text to cover up heart issues. They needed to worry about Alfons anyway, not him.]

[Text]

Cut it off, do what you can!

[Voice] bloodseal_soul July 5 2009, 22:14:48 UTC

On my way! Don't worry!

[Text] throws_gun July 5 2009, 22:19:58 UTC

Tell me what happens when you can. You're probably closer anyway.

[Voice] bloodseal_soul July 5 2009, 22:22:57 UTC

Got him. I'm still securing the place.

Juke, are you all right? You've got all those robots...!

[Text] throws_gun July 5 2009, 22:28:11 UTC

Condition? Besides choking and trying to breath? And coughing up blood?

So far so good. Most of my robots are already "alive", I'm just waiting for one of my frying pans to beat the crap out of me or something. Go worry about Alfons!

[Text] bloodseal_soul July 5 2009, 23:17:33 UTC

[A few minutes later.]

He's all right now, he's breathing fine. I've alchemized most of the stuff to the floor.

[Text] throws_gun July 6 2009, 04:43:53 UTC

god...

[Voice] blau_rakete July 5 2009, 22:12:55 UTC

[Alfons hears Al over the PCD and he lets out a wheezing breath. It's obvious from his breathing that he's trying to keep calm, despite the occasional choking sounds and coughs that he lets out.]

I-In... my room...

[Voice//Offline] bloodseal_soul July 5 2009, 22:18:49 UTC

[The PCD's catch a thud as Al's knees hit the bloody floor, and Al's hands slap together, reaching down to grip the straps around Alfons' neck. They pull apart easily with a burst of blue light, and Al alchemizes the struggling strap to the floor. A second later, unmindful of the blood, Al gropes over Alfons' neck, making sure there's not permanent damage to his throat.

His fingers are gentle even if his eyes are guarded, and he's breathing a little quickly, but shows no other signs of distress.]

Alfons, spit the blood out, you'll be sick if you swallow too much.

[Offline] blau_rakete July 5 2009, 22:30:46 UTC

[Alfons closes his eyes against the light of the Alchemical reaction and he takes in a loud, deep breath once the suspenders are off of his neck. He's hunched over on hands and knees, still coughing and spluttering, wincing a little as Al touches him. He knows he's not been injured at all by the choking and that Al has nothing to worry about as he feels along his neck.

He nods shakily when Al speaks, making no effort to try and hold back any of the blood. His eyes flash slightly as his chest burns and he glances over at the nightstand; he knows he needs that tonic that Unohana made for him, but no one else knows that he's sick yet...]

B-Bottle... drawer...

[The words are raspy, but much calmer than before now that he can breathe. He points towards the side table, hand shaking slightly.]

[Offline] bloodseal_soul July 5 2009, 22:36:37 UTC

[Wipes his hands on his pants, a little shakily, and quickly takes the bottle out of the drawer. His hands freeze when he encounters the familiar glass.

Itachi... Itachi had a bottle like this. The same tonic, the same...

For several second he stood there staring at it, but a cough startled him, and he moved to Alfons' side, a hand on his shoulder.]

Do you need my help to take it? I know how.

[Offline] blau_rakete July 5 2009, 22:40:44 UTC

[Alfons shifts to sit up straighter, watching Al, flinching a little when he sees the boy freeze, his expression flickering for a moment. His coughs are slowing down a little, but still coming steadily.]

H-Help vould be gut...

[He's shaking too much to trust himself not to give himself the wrong dose of the medicine.]

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