futurology | video | username: NAILS | sometime after powers go all cray

[ oh hey alastair. 'sup. how's your day going? probably loads better than badou's, if the sudden video broadcast of what has to be the saddest image to grace this freaky network is of any indication. he's on the ground somewhere outside, probably deep into the island's forests from the look of all the dirt and greenery, but it's kinda hard to focus on the setting when you factor in the rest of him.

real talk? he ain't looking so good. bruised, beaten, and bleeding, he looks like he got into a fight with a demon-possessed blender and, not only did he lose, but that blender pretty much made him its bitch.

speaking of — son of a bitch that hurt. and not just in one area, either, it was one of those great "all over even where the sun don't shine" kinda pains and it's a wonder he hasn't cried or died from it already. he looks on the verge of it though, both of those, probably gonna be at the same time but for now, for the blessed moment of now, he manages to keep it together. ]

So, uh. s'There a doctor in the house?

[ help, he's fallen and he can't get up.

he's moving, at least, if the stilted way he tries to wiggle a hand into one of his pockets can even be counted as "moving." it takes him far too long, with a lot of guttural muttering, but eventually he manages to fish out a single cigarette. this he shakily lifts up to his mouth, which unfortunately bobs precariously since he can't seem to stop talking. ]

Preferably one that ain't gotta wave a wand at me, f'you catch my drift, I'm thinking I reached my """"magic"""" quota for the day, thanks. [ bitter? who? him? ] Just a head's up — if walk in on a blue tattooed thing wandering 'round looking like he might wanna murder ya, SPOILERS he's gonna wanna murder ya so, y'know, don't.

[ shaky hands bring up a lighter, and the flame comes dangerously close to his nose as he tries to light the cigarette hanging from his lips. ]

Sonuvabitch made me waste an entire magazine on him too, where the hell am I gonna get more of that 'round here, huh—

[ he cuts off suddenly, watching in horror as the cigarette falls from his mouth, landing uselessly beside his head. it seems the last of his strength leaves him in that moment, his hands also falling uselessly to his sides.

he draws in a deep, shaky breath, staring up blanking into the sky. for a second, just silence.

and then, in a glorious wail— ]

I FUCKING HATE IT HEEEEEEERE!

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Ugh, fine, but I don't wanna hear any complaining about getting blood all over your clothes, okay?

[ it... takes a lot of effort, to be sure. for all his bellyaching, there appears to be some legitimacy to it in the way he struggles to even just sit up. pain flickers across his face with every minuscule movement, and while most of the heavy bleeding seems to have passed, there is definitely still a lot of injuries to consider.

he leans against meallan rather heavily, and by the time he's fully upright, he's actually out of breath.

still, he manages to keep the dry humor in his voice. one hand lifting towards a vague direction. ]

Onward, ho.

It wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

[But good natured jabs aside, it's concerning how much difficulty Badou has with moving, and Meallan resolves to try and get him to help as quickly as possible. The man likely needs it.]

Easy now... [He says more quietly, concern obvious in his voice.] We'll go slowly, but let me know if it's too much for you. I don't want you to make your injuries worse because of me.

[ his entire network post had basically been one giant plea for sympathy and help, so it doesn't really make much sense that now that he hears genuine concern in the man's voice, his lips twist in a wince that has nothing to do with physical pain. ]

Yeah, then you'd never hear the end of my bitching, [ he murmurs without skipping a beat, but it's clear most of his attention is on keeping his pace.

there are a few moments' worth of silence, and it's the sheer awkwardness of them that gets him to blurt out: ]

If your clothes do get trashed, I'll fix 'em for ya.

[Meallan had thought him exaggerating as well, but now that he can see how much difficulty he's having, he worries that Badou might not have been overreacting after all.]

I'd rather you kept being well enough to bitch. [He points out.] Than being so injured that you're silent. There's no need to push yourself too hard.

[Silence falls over them for a moment or so as Meallan concentrates on keeping as much as Badou's weight on him as he can manage with one arm, then the other redhead blurts out that response and he gives him a sidelong, confuse look.]

My clothes? Thank you for the offer but... [His lips curl into an amused smile.] It's also not the first time I'd be covered in blood. Besides, I'm not certain how well you'd be able to do that, no offence. You don't strike me as the cleaning type.

[ he gives a low grunt at that, a sound half-way between insulted and tired. ]

That's offensive, [ he murmurs, words coming out now in long drawls. as if the very act of talking itself were becoming a chore. ]

Just cuz I look like this? Didn't your parents ever teach ya not to judge a book by its cover or something?

Not really, they died when I was very young.

[He slows his pace more, shifting to try and take more of Badou's weight somehow, but short of finding a way to lift the other man off the ground Meallan isn't certain that he can.]

But you're right, I shouldn't judge you like that. [Especially not given their current situation. He'd happily promise to never judge Badou on anything ever again if it meant the man would be all right. But he doesn't want to voice his fears, and focuses on trying to get the other man to keep talking instead. If he's talking, he's still alive.]

What other hidden skills do you have? I don't suppose you're any good at cooking as well?

video | username: NAILS | sometime after powers go all cray

omg html why

because it hates you

wow what did i ever do to it

it just doesn't like your face. it's very judgemental like that

wow but my face is trying its best??

idk what to tell you, html is a cruel creature. i like ur face tho