possibly. the sound he makes when the corpse(s?) falls to the ground, making an awful mess up on his leg - it happens to be less of a scream and more of a strange burst of electronic noises: a shrill tone, a buzz of static. perhaps an actual yell of fright, buried underneath all of that.
somehow, despite it all, he manages to keep his concentration on the computer and the arc energy that circulates through its wires. it's, perhaps, the only thing that kept him from completely flipping out when the mess finds itself all over his legs. between that and his vision is littered with messages and alerts and error warnings, he finds himself being overwhelmed by the situation and then some.
okay- okay- breathe, day. this isn't... stuck on him. he can clean this up. yeah. he can clean this up and he does so, starting by leaning forward, trying to hastily swipe away at the gore that splattered on his legs, trying to swat away the buzzing, feasting flies that are resting on his limbs to try and eat the rotting viscera. ick- it makes his protoform crawl and itch beneath his plating. he forgot how... messy organic life can get after death. ]
I think they... I think they either got stashed up there or- [ he has to stop for a second, trying to figure out how to breathe around this pile of gore. ] Or they got stuck up there somehow. Couldn't... escape after...
[ daylight wasn't sure which one he wanted to be the answer. he didn't know if he wanted the answer, despite the baffling situation he and kol and sarissa find themselves in. ] Help? Please? There's so much.
it's cool! i hope you feel better soon. <3 cw: description of gore and flies
possibly. the sound he makes when the corpse(s?) falls to the ground, making an awful mess up on his leg - it happens to be less of a scream and more of a strange burst of electronic noises: a shrill tone, a buzz of static. perhaps an actual yell of fright, buried underneath all of that.
somehow, despite it all, he manages to keep his concentration on the computer and the arc energy that circulates through its wires. it's, perhaps, the only thing that kept him from completely flipping out when the mess finds itself all over his legs. between that and his vision is littered with messages and alerts and error warnings, he finds himself being overwhelmed by the situation and then some.
okay- okay- breathe, day. this isn't... stuck on him. he can clean this up. yeah. he can clean this up and he does so, starting by leaning forward, trying to hastily swipe away at the gore that splattered on his legs, trying to swat away the buzzing, feasting flies that are resting on his limbs to try and eat the rotting viscera. ick- it makes his protoform crawl and itch beneath his plating. he forgot how... messy organic life can get after death. ]
I think they... I think they either got stashed up there or- [ he has to stop for a second, trying to figure out how to breathe around this pile of gore. ] Or they got stuck up there somehow. Couldn't... escape after...
[ daylight wasn't sure which one he wanted to be the answer. he didn't know if he wanted the answer, despite the baffling situation he and kol and sarissa find themselves in. ] Help? Please? There's so much.