[The PCD flicks on with a high buzzing noise, to Wyatt's fingers flying over the keys. He seems to notice it on, and chews slightly on his unlit cigarette, stray locks of blond hair sticking to his temples.]

No guns... knives dun work much on metal... bitch to get in close.

[He smirks.]All robotics... have a frequency. You got the find the ( Read more... )

[The PCD is in Wyatt's hand as he exits a room. It seems to be a hospital room, part of Unohana's clinic. His face is drawn, but other than that, he doesn't show worry or concern. Not visibly, anyway.]Ollie's sleeping right now ( Read more... )

[Static, and then Wyatt steps back from the PCD. He's shirtless, here and there touched with scars, but those are mostly obliterated by the grease and oil he's covered with. He's wearing gloves and tossing a double-sided spanner up and down, and unlit cigarette gripped between his teeth ( Read more... )