#bottlescout

[petridishartemis]

Character Sketches

(( In which I rediscover my brush pens and confirm that I am not Doug Tennapel.  Pictured are: Hanna, Alexandre, Felix, Rico (whom I am not at all pleased with and will redesign), Marius, Joe, Grigori, Yiv and the ratties Ernie and Clancy. A departure from my usual style - trying something new. ))

[spycrabsroleplay]

Shards and shackles

"Yes, please.  It still hurts quite a bit, actually."

Felix didn't know what would be worse - being stuck inside an insensate metal shell or being trapped as he was in a body whose senses could be overwhelmed by a few choice words of a twisted Engineer.

"Anatole, there's something you need to know."

He casts another glance at the lobster, still a bit perplexed as to its presence, before looking back at the Spy working on his hand.

"The man who created my body...Chase...he can find me.  He can reach me.  He was making...making me feel things...trying to make me do things.  That's why I cut my hand - to break out of what he was ensnaring me in.  I don't...I don't think it's safe for me to be here.  He may try to make me hurt you."

He feels so helpless; so foolish.  His running away meant nothing - the BLAK Engineer can still seize control of the Scout and twist him around to his bidding.

~~

Well, with reinforcing taking far shorter than he anticipated, the only thing left to do was burn the 'skin' back togeth-

Oh?

Ohh... A tracking device? An internal suggestion mechanismandinfluence mechanism.

Goodness, didn'tthatsound interesting! She was even clicking about it madly, skittering along the tabletop in Her excitement.

But again, it probably wasn't good to look so excited at someone's misfortune. And while he was certainly interested, he was neither a proper engineer nor a medic, and tampering with those things could spell disaster.

Unless...

Well, those ideas will have to be dealt with later.

"Hm.... I doubt you could do much to harm me if I don't want you to. But... well, the fact taht someone has direct control over your actions and thoughts is certainly... troubling. I suppose that might be the thing you needed help with primarily, yes?"

[spycrabsroleplay]

Shards and shackles

Felix does as he's told, having a seat and holding his hand out for Anatole.  The physical pain was not so bad as the shame he felt; lingering echoes of euphoria still bouncing weakly through his extremities.  Staring morosely at the floor, it takes him a few moments to notice the enthusiastic clicking and movement of the lobster near the gurney. 

He gives Anatole an inquisitive glance before looking back at the lobster, getting the intense feeling that the creature is staring at him.

"Um...Anatole...I think your lobster's gotten out of its tank," he says, voice slightly blocked. 

He'll have to tell the Spy what happened; why he cut his hand.  He isn't looking forward to it, but the Scout feels that it's only fair to warn the fellow of Chase's influence.  Anatole has been so kind to him, and Felix doesn't want to see his benefactor hurt or worse.

~~

"Hm?" Anatole responds, distracted as he approaches the gurney wheeling a tray of instruments before him.

"Oh... She's... fine where she is."

[[After all, you could hardly do anything without me, could you? But at least I can see why you felt the need to drag me all the way over here~]]

He doesn't respond to Her clicking however, but gives the slightest of nods. She seems satisfied however, and turns back to star again at the Scout.

Anatole selects a tool from the table[[a connector first! despite the lack of damage, it wouldn't hurt to reinforce the capillaries~]]and lowers his goggles before the takes the lad's hand in his own. He wonders if anestetic would be neccessary (seeing as this boy seemed to be robotic...) and pauses just before the tool touches the open part of the wound.

"Would you like an anestetic or something? Or will you be alright with me working like this?"

[spycrabsroleplay]

Shards and shackles

Shame, embarrassment and fear contort the Scout's features.  He offers the Spy his hand, circulatory fluids still welling from the wound.

"I d-don't know how to repair it.  I don't have r-real skin anymore.  Chase said something about it being a...a realistic silicone.  I don't know what that means."

His real skin had long been stripped away and disposed of. 

"There are...things flashing across my vision.  Numbers...statistics...I think they have to do with the state of my body."

~~

Well, it was no different than the things he was trying with his latest construction anyway. The circulatory was a darned sight better and much more sophisticated than his ameture fumblings however, but at least the wound provided him with some interesting-

No. Wait. It's rather terrible of him to think about research when the other man was hurt.

Goodness.

But at least the programming he could probably handle. Anything functional, well, he'd be relying on Her to help him through it.

Thankfully, he doubted the other to hear (let alone understand) the excited chatter of clicking from the tank.

Which was conveniently close to the gurney.

Hm.

"Alright, well let's sort out your pseudo-circulatory system first hm?"

Too delicate for welding materials surely, and... well, it looked like the vessles had minimal damage - most of the issue was with the broken 'skin'. Easily repaired.

"Sit down." He instructed, turning to his work table to collect his tools. Delicate things for a small scale repair.

Meanwhile, the lobster managed to claw her way out of the tank and was simply sitting on the small table next to the gurney and staring intently at the scout.

[spycrabsroleplay]

Shards and shackles

"A-Anatole..?"

The Scout approaches the Spy, shaking a little and clutching the hand that he cut to break free of Chase's trance.

"I...um...I need some help.  I hurt myself."

~~

He'd stumble into Anatole's 'workshop', set up in the abandoned medbay. There would the usual things one would expect to see in a psudo-engineer's place of work; but what was odd was the large fishtank in the corner with a bright red lobster in it.

It also seemed to be wearing aviator goggles on it's head.

But seeing as you're in pain, you don't notice at all.

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Anatole meanwhile turns, his eyes widen the slightest before making his way over to the lad. He takes the hand and inspects it with a frown.

Self influcted by the looks of it. Interesting.

But at least it was a flesh wound. He could treat that much at least. (If of course, the skin was an organic substance.)

"It's alright. Come and sit down and I'll take a look."