*Air looks a bit nervous but quickly pulls himself together. Metal needs their help. No matter what happens, Metal will be taken care of. He's family. The CR finally begins raising the grate, repairs completed.*
*Metal's systems reactivate slowly, and he begins to realize that he's working again. He's confused a bit, if just because it seems like some time has gone by since he was last aware. A few days actually. Metal carefully checks his systems over to see that he is in control at the moment. Wind must have decided to disable the chip for more of his 'fun'. Metal doesn't even bother trying to move; he just stays put, whimpering quietly. The only way the chip is ever disabled is if he's restrained or going to be used in one of Wind's little games. No point in trying to resist anymore, since he can't stop any of it.*
*Ballade smiles. Metal wasn't moving, but he was making some sounds, which was a good sign. Ballade knew it was possible to 'hide' deep enough to where you didn't make any sounds at all. Quint had a friend like that. One of Nana's little sisters.*
*Crash looks a bit nervous about doing anything to upset Metal. He was expecting some real reaction on the reactivation, not Metal just staying still like that. It is rather creepy actually.*
*Quick watches, looking a bit worried at the lack of movement.* Metal, you're safe here. The chip is gone, and you know us. We won't hurt you, brother.
*Metal shivers a bit, not even bothering to pay attention to the words. They only made it hurt that much more. Every time that he's been given back control of himself, it's been accompanied by pain. Why would this be different? Metal starts shaking a little bit, scared. He hasn't heard Wind's voice, but it's only a matter of time. The whimpering stops for a bit as Metal speaks softly, sounding resigned.* Just do whatever it is you're planning and get it over with. I don't care anymore.
*Ballade leans against a wall near the CR and starts talking. He does speak a bit more quietly though, as if trying to be soothing. It almost seems as if he's unaware that Metal isn't moving. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't mind if Metal is too scared to move.*
Um.. I wasn't planning anything.
Hi, Metal. I'm Ballade. It's ok. It's safe here. You're nowhere near the Castle or Wind and the chip is gone, and Wind's gonna be picking shrapnel out of his ass for a couple more hours at least and even when he's done he doesn't know where this place is.
Quick's here. And Crash, and Air, and Flash. And Tango but I don't know why. And Quint's here, but you wouldn't know him or Waspinator or Steadfast. Or me. Not yet anyway.
And nobody else is here now unless Terrorsaur comes back and he went out flying in the rain for some reason.
*Quick is trying to hide how upsetting he's finding this. He sounds a bit more insistent though.* Metal, trust me when I say you are well out of Wind's reach now. And no one here would want to hurt you.
*Metal is still unsure whether moving would be safe or not. He doesn't really trust the reassurances from the unfamiliar voices. It wouldn't be the first time Wind tried to trick Metal into thinking he was safe. Ever other time, once he thought he really was safe, that's when the pain actually started. On feeling Tango nuzzling his hand, Metal has to force himself to not flinch or move. When he hears Quick though, he responds softly.* Just another trick. This isn't real. It can't be real.
*helpfully, since Metal isn't looking at them* That's Waspinator. And Tango's the one near your hand. She's a cat, sort of. I think she wants you to pet her.
*Metal finally does decide to look. He still thinks this is nothing more than a trick, but he'd like to at least get a chance to see what's near his hand. He doesn't move much, just enough to look around a little, and does his best to limit his reactions at first. Metal is a bit scared once he notices Waspinator and even more confused at being asked before someone does something to him. Why doesn't Wind just do whatever he is planning and get it over with?* Why does it matter what I want?
*He quietly repeats something he's been told a lot over the past months, knowing it's the answer Wind wants to hear.* I'm just a failure that is only fit to be one of Wind's test subjects.
*Waspinator buzzes angrily for a second* Little xeno does not deserve that. No one does. Wind is very sick mech.
*Waspinator calms down and looks at Metal, curiously* Matters what little xeno wants. Waspinator will not touch little xeno if little xeno does not want to be moved.
*Quick isn't sure how to respond to this. His feelings of guilt for having let this happen from earlier are getting worse. Quick has never, in all the time since he was activated, seen Metal act like this. When he finally does respond, he speaks sounds a lot more scolding than intended.* Metal, come on. Don't say that type of thing. You should know better than that. We are trying to help you.
*Metal flinches a bit. Angry or unhappy people means more reasons for them to cause him pain. Tango's behavior confuses him a lot, if just because he's never really dealt with animals of any type before. He responds softly.* Don't like being touched. Just ends up with me hurting more.
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Date: 2005-12-25 12:36 am (UTC)Um.. I wasn't planning anything.
Hi, Metal. I'm Ballade. It's ok. It's safe here. You're nowhere near the Castle or Wind and the chip is gone, and Wind's gonna be picking shrapnel out of his ass for a couple more hours at least and even when he's done he doesn't know where this place is.
Quick's here. And Crash, and Air, and Flash. And Tango but I don't know why. And Quint's here, but you wouldn't know him or Waspinator or Steadfast. Or me. Not yet anyway.
And nobody else is here now unless Terrorsaur comes back and he went out flying in the rain for some reason.
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Date: 2005-12-25 12:42 am (UTC)None of us are planning anything that involves hurting you, oniisan.
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Date: 2005-12-25 05:19 am (UTC)*He quietly repeats something he's been told a lot over the past months, knowing it's the answer Wind wants to hear.* I'm just a failure that is only fit to be one of Wind's test subjects.
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Date: 2005-12-25 05:25 am (UTC)*Waspinator calms down and looks at Metal, curiously* Matters what little xeno wants. Waspinator will not touch little xeno if little xeno does not want to be moved.
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