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Post by Carro Hofferson on Mar 25, 2020 18:22:00 GMT -6
THE CALM AFTER THE STORM
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE) || LEO's PL: 1,800,000 (200k BASE | x9P)
The sun had started to set outside already, washing through LEO's translucent glass windows. The snowscape of Mount Frappe had been left behind as grassy meadows passed miles beneath the soaring mecha. Even with her sustained injuries, LEO was making quick work of ferrying her passengers to where they needed to be. The scattered burns from overheating still dotted her limbs, but the feline flew through the stratosphere with grace. She was made to handle these types of injuries, unlike the much more unfortunate android sprawled in her control room's seat.
The bright, holographic graphs and controls were just blurs of color to Carro. His optic lenses had to have started melting as well at this point, and no amount of LEO's air conditioning could make him feel like he wasn't sweltering away in the middle of a desert. He'd tried to pull his arm off the liquefying portion of his face, but the glitched, glassy strands of color just clung to his fingers like melted cheese when he'd tried. The sounds of his internal workings trying to cool him down only made him feel more uncomfortable. The sound of spinning fans and chugging hard-drives, like an ancient computer's dial-up internet rising from the grave, unsettled the persisting parts of his mind that still asserted that he was human where it counted. Humans didn't have glass for a face, or only three fingers on each hand, and they sure didn't have to worry about melting into goo or smoke trickling out of vents in their neckless head, but his soul was there. He was more human than machine at heart, even if his body was cold and metallic. Right....? It certainly didn't feel like that right now. But he was still human.
The only ones left for LEO to guide to their homes were her pilot, Chime, and the Majin in her hull- for some brief privacy the former two had moved to her control room instead. There was a lot Carro wanted to say. To ask what in the name of the Kais even happened before he'd arrived to finish off Vocado, to apologize for not thinking of running over there sooner, or try again to try and drill in the message that it wasn't his friend's fault. But while machines didn't get tired,they could get broken. It was hard to think straight still... But at least today was over. They would never have to worry about fighting on that godforsaken mountain again... But why did he still have a sinking feeling that the worst was yet to come?
He'd try to save those worries for later.
LEO's LIFE LINK (9P) and UT of the same name are active, she can be sensed as per usual.
Suri's free to pop in after a few rotations as well!
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Post by Chime on Mar 28, 2020 23:35:25 GMT -6
Chime was quiet throughout the LEO-ride back. He knew all anyone would want to talk about was, naturally, what had just happened. The disastrous events on Mount Frappe. But Chime didn't want to discuss that right now. His thoughts and feelings on the matter were still locked away in whatever mental drawer he had shoved them in after Nashua's death. He wasn't sure what would happen if he opened that drawer again, and he wasn't eager to find out, at least not so soon. So instead, he threw another imaginary padlock on it and continued on as best he could. The other passengers were healed as best as he could manage, with both his healing magics and senzu beans. His Namekian regeneration took care of his own wounds. Soon, everyone had been dropped off, and the only ones left were Chime, Carro, and the Majin girl that he didn't know, but who seemed to know him. (And LEO, of course, but seeing as they were riding within it, it was hard to include her in any conversation.)
Carro had ushered them out of the cockpit a few minutes ago, and by now the awkward silence of just him and the blue Majin was too much. Chime got up and left her without another word to head to the cockpit himself, though he stopped in the short connecting hallway. It was strange to think of LEO as having hallways, but he tried not to dwell on that. He placed a hand on the wall and looked up. "How are you doing out there?" He asked LEO, telepathically, and after he received his answer (or not), he continued on into the cockpit.
Back inside, he was met with the unfortunate sight of Carro and his continuously melting face. His heart twisted up, and he approached the saiyan-turned-robot tentatively, "Hey, Carro? I've patched up just about everyone... I think it's time I got you back in one piece, too. Does that, um." He reached out towards Carro's face screen, then flinched and drew his hand back. How to start with all this, "Does that hurt?"
Chime's PL: 150,000 (Base)
KP: 3/3
Damage: mostly emotional
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Mar 30, 2020 23:58:35 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE) || LEO's PL: 1,800,000 (200k BASE | x9P)
LEO yawned, her eyes half-lidded in drowsiness as she continued with her flight. While Carro didn't need to worry about sleep, a nap sounded very nice to his feline friend right about now. Her head started to droop sleepily before snapping back upright with a telepathic chime in her head. '--Oh. Heyo.' LEO's tired tone responded. 'Exhausted, like the rest of you. But otherwise fine.' She responded after a moment, jaws parting open into another wide yawn outside. 'You take care of yourself too, alright?' She was quick to quip back before their telepathic talk ended. Chime had been doing god's work getting the rest of the others back in shape, and especially after today's traumas, she wanted to see her friend finally take a rest, even if it was a short one.
Meanwhile, LEO's pilot was still less fortunate in terms of his condition. It took Carro a moment to notice Chime with his blurred vision, turning his head slightly to look back his way and not further irritate the precariously balanced melted mess on his face. "Yyyyyeah." Carro spoke in exasperation. It sure hurt- it felt like an clothing iron had been taped to his face. But he'd had worse, so he managed. "I-I think it stopped, uh.... m-melting." His intact eye glanced back to the melty mess. While it was still splashed across in ugly ripples, it didn't seem to be melting any further. Though that brought another concern Carro's way. "Though, I, er... I-I think my hand's k-kinda... stuck." He tried to tug again on the palm he'd pressed to his scalp to little avail- the bits of glass that started to cool down kept it firmly pressed against his head now. His expression twisted as he forced himself to look back away. He must have looked like even more of a freak than before, somehow.
"Uh, w-were others back there alright too? T-they seemed unharmed, but, y'know, s-still." He couldn't help but to worry about the other survivors- his condition came second to the others he'd probably traumatized by murdering Kalabas right in front of them. He could only begin to imagine what his Namekian friend was going through, but he didn't want to reopen the fresh wounds even more. Questions for later.
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Post by Chime on Apr 10, 2020 23:34:56 GMT -6
'You take care of yourself too, alright?' Chime didn't respond to LEO before he entered the cockpit, he only laughed bitterly and shook his head. His natural Namekian healing factor would heal whatever wounds he had that weren't already mended. And any other wounds, the invisible ones in his heart and mind? Well, he'd just deny those existed, of course. After all, he was Kami. A god. Gods didn't get hurt like that, they had to stay strong and keep going to help those that needed them. Not that Chime was delusional enough to truly believe himself to be a deity, but he wanted to be someone people could rely on. The lofty ideal was something he could cling to, amidst everything else that had happened.
Inside the cockpit, Chime regarded the mess that was Carro with a sorrowful expression. The horror had happened to his friend, what he'd become, it was all Chime's fault-- no. No time to think about that now. He took a slow, steadying breath, then reached out to turn the swiveling pilot's seat so Carro was facing him fully, then assessed the damage. The biggest issue was the melted face screen, but he didn't want to risk permanently fusing Carro's hand to his head, so they would need to be seperated first. He tried to hide his wince. There wasn't a way to do that too gently, not that he could think of.
"Everyone's fine." He reassured Carro. Everyone that made it out alive his brain helpfully reminded him. Chime shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. Not now, "It's just us and that blue majin left. So let's see about that hand, alright?" Without meaning to, he slipped into his 'healer voice.' It was a tone meant to be steady and calming, but it could come across as patronizing, depending on the other person's state of mind. It was automatic for him at this point.
Chime placed one hand over Carro's, to hold him steady, and in the other he materialized a chisel. It wasn't very big, almost the sort of thing you'd use to scrape paint off a wall, but he made it sturdy. If Carro allowed, he'd wedge the tool between his metal fingers and melted faceplate, then pause, "... I don't know if you can, uh. Turn yourself off? Go into sleep mode? I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, but I don't think this will feel good either." Once Carro prepared himself in whatever way he deemed necessary, Chime would begin to try and pry his hand away from his head, doing as little damage as he could manage.
Character's PL: 150,000 (Base)
KP: 3/3
Damage: X
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Apr 13, 2020 18:11:17 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE) || LEO's PL: 1,800,000 (200k BASE | x9P)
Carro's expression softened at the reassurance that the other survivors all made it out alright. He'd have breathed a long sigh of relief if he could. However, at the inevitable mention of how they were going to repair his face, his body tensed again. Even with healing magic, Carro found himself fearful at the thought of being treated like a machine. He remembered hands reaching straight into his torso to repair broken wiring, a wrench being carefully stuck halfway through his arm to tighten his joints... While they did get him back in shape, those sorts of things were hardly pleasant for his human soul to experience.
What was just as bad, however, was going into his own settings. Thinking too hard on the fact that he had literal sliders to adjust things like his pain sensitivity, vision, volume, sleep mode, and everything else made his head hurt more than any melting glass could hope to. "I-I've had worse, I... I can take it." He wasn't wrong. Dying was a lot more painful than having his face chiseled.
Thankfully Chime was careful enough to be able to avoid furthering the damage as the hardened clumps of glass cracked off, only sending a few sparse, thin fractures across the intact portion of his face with an occasional glitched rainbow of colors. Carro closed his eye and grit his metaphorical teeth in pain, but kept himself still as he gave his trapped hand another hard tug, managing to pull it free from his face with another snap of metal and glass.
With the now-gray glass removed, the part of his face where his hand was stuck was now completely exposed without its outer shell. Metal scaffolding, the closest he had to a skeleton, was wrapped meticulously around his now-visible inner workings. The kami would be able to see the literal gears turning in his friend's head, and an unfocused, partially-melted camera lens in the place of where his eye was. It turned to look to Chime as the other eye on his intact screen reopened. "'m fine." Carro muttered in clear discomfort and pain that betrayed his claim. The pain itself wasn't nearly as bad as he expected, but his mind's intense unrest at his state was much worse. And here he thought his face melting was as freakish as he could look, but having his internals exposed surely dwarfed even that.
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