http://hailmegatron.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hailmegatron.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-08-09 01:04 pm

DAY 43: CAFETERIA, MORNING

Where was Blitzwing?

Lugnut ignored the nurse's fussing over his foot, even as it howled objections to his ill treatment of it the night before, pounding through the town in search of his wingmate, reportedly helpless and injured by an attack the night before-- and not finding him, not seeing even a glimpse of his crazy triple-changing ally.

Snarling at the nurse, but restraining himself from shows of violence-- Blitzwing would mock him if he showed up drugged already, and he would be useless to Megatron like that--he made his way impatiently to the cafeteria, stopping for just long enough to post an urgent notice on the board.

Where was he?

Looming in the middle of the cafeteria, he took the tray the nurse handed him (filled with disgusting human fuel, didn't she know he didn't have time to eat, not when his wingmate was missing?) and ignored it, watching for Blitzwing, where was he?

He refused to think about what might have happened to a wheelchair-bound, drugged, incapacitated warrior, with the swarms of monsters flooding around him, clawing and biting...

[for Scourge]

[identity profile] kagurazuki.livejournal.com 2009-08-13 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"That is lucky Gavin-san," she agreed. Then again, she didn't have a mark on her either. She'd been clinging so close to Bridget it was a wonder she hadn't transformed. Now that would've been a mess.

"My... my friend protected me, so I wasn't hurt either. But he... he lost one of his friends. I wish I could do something for him." Something as terrible as last night wouldn't be healed by a new shirt for his teddy bear or a plastic toy yo-yo.

"I wonder how it... there were so many people that..." she trailed off, looking worriedly aside.

[identity profile] dasgift.livejournal.com 2009-08-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. How tragic, in the postmodern angst sense. Kristoph tilted his head as an act of concern whilst stowing away the information regarding the young woman and her friend. This could prove interesting later down the road. "I see." He paused, feigning contemplation.

"I apologize if this may seem crass," continued Kristoph, eyes glued to the fruit beneath him, "but simply staying by his side may be enough for your friend. When faced with loss, no one wishes to be alone." The words were not of his own creation, of course. Only a repeat of an old children's program.

He sighed, casting the memory off to the side. Being nice was an incredible drain.

[identity profile] kagurazuki.livejournal.com 2009-08-13 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
While she'd only just met him, Gavin seemed to have a lot of good advice and nice things to say. It was a much appreciated contrast to Citan from two nights before.

"No, no, not at all Gavin-san," she shook her head, considering. Facing tragedy was terrible, but she knew just as well that doing so alone was the worst feeling in the world.

"I... you're probably right," she agreed softly. The thought of saying such a thing to Bridget though, was enough to cause a slight color to rise in her cheeks. Would it help? Or would he be annoyed?

"Thank you."