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]
flashyaudacity: (Kaito: quiet)

[personal profile] flashyaudacity 2009-08-14 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay... The people I was with are alright, too," he assured her, nodding. "But it definitely wasn't an experience I'd like to repeat any time soon. I'm glad to hear you're alright."

It seemed like Yukari got was he had been trying to say, which was a relief. Wondering about it was bad enough, but actually saying the words out loud was difficult... It was as though the idea would be more real, or somehow true, if he said it.

"Maybe if they're not in Doyleton, they're okay," he suggested hopefully, though he had a sinking feeling that probably wasn't the case. After all, his dad, and Yukari's dad, they had already died. Maybe the people in Doyleton were the same, and night just... showed them for what they really were. "It may just be wishful thinking, but I don't want to think that everyone is... is really dead, or undead, or monsters."