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Mar 24, 2012 15:21:59 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 24, 2012 15:21:59 GMT -5
Managing to sit up and flash a thumbs up to the gathered crew members - ow, burnt skin hurts to bend - Wednesday shrugs to Rodney as he returns. "Some weirdo was creeping around the place," he says. Then he winks - ow, face hurts too - and adds, "Had to defend my territory and all."
There can be only one weirdo.
Someone reassures him that an ambulance is on the way, and he tries to wave them off and tell them he's fine. "Oh hey, when did that happen?" he asks, blinking at his bleeding arm.
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Mar 24, 2012 20:38:08 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 24, 2012 20:38:08 GMT -5
Rodney frowns at the injury. He reaches toward it, then looks around and drops his arm. He'll be able to 'fix' it well enough, but he can't risk being seen. He glances towards one of their supervisors. "Hey, I'll make sure he sees a medic, all right?" Then he attempts to guide Gilgamesh towards the break area.
"Where was he skulking? Could you tell what he was up to?" Rodney asks. Because really, a reaction like that? Explosions and... what did cause the injury to his arm, any how? That's a pretty extreme reaction.
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Mar 25, 2012 14:10:56 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 25, 2012 14:10:56 GMT -5
Wednesday lets himself be led off, feeling a bit lightheaded - from the blood loss or the happy tingly feeling like he just ate a cake made of lightning and pop rocks?
"He was over there," Wednesday says, waving in the direction he came from with his bad arm, sending a drop of blood flicking off the tip of one finger. "Said he was a caterer, wanted to get to the props department."
"Then he shot me! With a gun! That jerk."
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Mar 25, 2012 19:47:15 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 25, 2012 19:47:15 GMT -5
"Sounds like a terrible caterer, then," Rodney answers. He glances around, and once people have stopped paying attention to them, he reaches over and touches Wednesday. There's a soft glow - in this light, it isn't enough to stand out, especially not in the hustle and bustle of the set - and when he's done, Wednesday's been healed.
"So you're not sure what he was up to, huh?" He hrms. "We should check out the props department. He may have tried to double back there after he lost you."
OOC: Healing of Wednesday with permission.
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Mar 25, 2012 20:08:23 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 25, 2012 20:08:23 GMT -5
"That's what I told him!" Wednesday says. "I mean, not because he shot me. Because he looked kind of stinky- Oh hey look at that." He blinks as Rodney's touch seals the graze in his arm and steals the redness from his skin. "Did I know you could do that? Anyway, sure, lets go, I totally want to punch that guy in the face. He ruined a perfectly good explosion!"
Whirligig has always been a loudmouth, but he's running his mouth even faster than usual at the moment. Bubbly!
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Mar 28, 2012 19:31:08 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 28, 2012 19:31:08 GMT -5
"Possibly not, it's new... ish," Rodney answers as Whirligig asks if he know the boy Prime could do that. "I'm able to do that sort of thing with a lot less risk now." Rodney isn't just talking about Unicron here, although he's also talking about Unicron - removing the Matrix from his chest brings with it a certain degree of risk, and not something he would have done for a minor injury. Simply being able to direct the energy is a lot handier.
As they approach the prop department, Rodney shakes his head. "No sign of him from here." He hmphs. "Wonder what that guy was up to?"
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Mar 31, 2012 16:45:00 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 31, 2012 16:45:00 GMT -5
"I guess he really liked props," Wednesday says with a shrug. Then suddenly he tosses his hands up in the air and stares at Rodney with a huge, goofy grin. "But that was like totally crazy right?! I mean, it sucks that we have to get everything set back up and all, but holey pumice!"
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Mar 31, 2012 20:08:13 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 31, 2012 20:08:13 GMT -5
Rodney laughs. "Yeah, that was pretty insane." He shakes his head. "I'm still amazed you came out as well as you did." Then he frowns thoughtfully. "Of course, given the number of us who were some degree of 'meta' when we transferred over, maybe..." he trails off.
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Apr 1, 2012 11:35:22 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Apr 1, 2012 11:35:22 GMT -5
Wednesday gasps in delight. "Wait, you think that maybe I have superpowers, too?! That would be awesome!" Being a superhero would be great! He could fight supervillains and everything!
"Hey, hey. Hey. Hey," he says as an idea makes its way through his rather fizzy neurons. "Maybe I'm invincible. You should try punching me!"
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Apr 1, 2012 19:01:31 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 1, 2012 19:01:31 GMT -5
Rodney looks at Wednesday sideways. "I am not punching you," he declares. "And you are not invincible. You were singed all over, and you had a bullet wound. That's not invincible." He shakes his head. "More likely something else."
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Apr 1, 2012 20:53:52 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Apr 1, 2012 20:53:52 GMT -5
"Aw, c'mon Big Red! Just a little punch?" Wednesday says, trying to give Rodney his best big, sparkly, pleading eyes. It's a rather awkward look on as gaunt and scarred a face as his. "Maybe it's like, switch on invincibility. Because at first I was all explodey and then suddenly, fwip! All stopped!"
He bounces on his toes a little, like a shook up soda bottle ready to pop. "Come on! I want to see if I can do it again! I can take it! Besides, you've got the Magic Touch, so you can just fix me up afterward, right?"
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Apr 4, 2012 20:18:19 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 4, 2012 20:18:19 GMT -5
Rodney covers his face with his hand. "Why don't you... I don't know, try to give yourself a papercut or something?"
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Apr 4, 2012 20:53:11 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Apr 4, 2012 20:53:11 GMT -5
"Because I don't have any paper," Wednesday says as this is the obvious thing in the world and that Rodney is completely ridiculous for asking.
"Geez, all I want is a punch in the face. Is that so much to ask for?" He juts out his bottom lip in an overdramatic pout, and kicks at a bit of gravel, pretending for a moment that his foot is an explosion blasting it into orbit. He even makes little explodey noises to go along with it! The moment the tip of his toe makes contact with the pebble, it feels like the bubbly warm feeling in his chest is draining down through his foot.
As the piece of gravel sails a few meters away, it's decidedly more luminescent than usual.
"Um-" Wednesday says, before being cut off by the pebble as it pops like a firecracker.
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Apr 5, 2012 21:26:37 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 5, 2012 21:26:37 GMT -5
"Look, there are people around and I'm liable to get fired if I just haul off and punch you - which I'm not going to do, anyway, so you're just going to have to find a way to hurt your-" then the rock glows, Wednesday "Ums," and the rock pops.
Rodney blinks.
"What the heck was that?"
He rushes over to where the pebble was.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Apr 7, 2012 8:15:47 GMT -5
There isn't really anything left of the pebble other a fine smattering of dark dust, not even a few splinters of rock.
Wednesday is beaming hard enough to make his face hurt at he joins Rodney, looking a tad manic. The fizzy feeling isn't gone, just a bit subsided.
"Did- did I do that?" he asks.
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