11-15-2009, 08:53 AM
There was beeping... then there was a shadow of the cyborgs silhouette before breeze took it away from him. Shou stiffled a chortle, in spite of promising himself to take the passing of life a little less heartily. There was just something off about that guy, and then his fascination with his imminent fate struck one of the saiyans misundertood humor nerves. Had Shou known that his foe had been an android maybe he could've laughed easy, but the Kid Kamikaze only knew that he hoped that entering that bunker kept him from sharing a similar fate. 13's predicament served Shou's common sense and lack of depth perception a swift kick in the ass.
"I'd seriously better get out of this sun." Shou stated, noting the high noon. In the back of his mind he felt that getting back to a bunker would keep the lump in his throat from choking him. And maybe taking a scenic route to ensure that there was much more than these mountainous regions would do him some good. "Is that my gun?"
On instinct he found his Combat Teleportation carving time off his journey, placing him not more that fifty meters from the foot of the great mountain that held the bunker. It was much more luxury to find that it didn't offend his headspace with aches, than to have this gift.
Gravel crunched underfoot in his headlong sprint, as he didn't want to be blindsided out in the open—gunless much less. When he reached the stairs that descended into the underbelly he took wind in his lungs and heaved a sigh of triumph. He'd have a story to share with his neglected, misfit friends back on earth and he'd try to pull himself out of Agent Greys pocket. It might've been time for Tiff and Zeph to pull some weight in his scheme for vengeance. On arrival, however, something was amiss...
Blood droplets. They weaved a deceptive tale all along the corridor, leading the halfbreed past the ration storage and further downstairs. If anyone was going to be ill-prepared for combat it wasn't going to be him, not again. Shou was going to have his junk in everyones business from here on out.
Taking a calming breath, he brought the tingling sensation that ki had on his fingertips to life and his energy made itself apparent. It bathed him in a vivid light and cast a faint glow on the corridor leading to the medical bay, so Shou wasted no time bursting in waving his primed weapon around. He cocked a brow and grinned stupidly when he noticed a familiar face, slumped over and —unsurprisingly—with his back against the wall.
"Vad! Out of all the sum'bitches to run into 'round here..." Shou started, but noticed that the warrior was bleeding all over the place and definitely needed some patching up. Unfortunately Shou wasn't a pre-med college transfer, a field medic, or even a nurse. His knowledge through this scoope was limited. Ironically, he wished he was back on Mercy with the helpful and hindering abilities of the ice queen, but that was a luxury he didn't possess. And giving it a second thought, Mercy? Fuck Mercy!
But Vad wasn't going to patch himself up and Shou's palm to face attempts at reviving him wasn't getting him much results. Neither was his much less reserved, wide-arched, open-palmed interpretations on revival. Casting aside his futile methods, Shou decided he'd get Vad from bleeding out all over the floor and survey the nature of his wounds.
Double underhooks... FAAHUCCK!! You got blood all over my —aargh— everything! Shou silently cursed the saiyan as he pinned him against the wall and looked over his shoulder towards the observation table. The younger saiyan squatted slightly, to where Vad would fall easily over his shoulder. Lift from the hips, not the back... Damn this guy's heavy... All that damned armor...
Dropping him on the table with an unminded, metallic thud Shou retrieved the first aid kit that Vad had forgotten to get around to using before he fell asleep and pried it open. Its contents were varied and spartan, but he was sure this would look good on any resume as long as he didn't fuck up too badly. Telekinetically, he peeled away layers of Vads armor.
Check you out, multiple stab wounds... Left thigh, right shoulder, right-side chest... Lucky it wasn't the heart, huh? Shou only played doctor with willing, female participants who were harmed in no way, shape or form (maybe emotionally, but that usually wound up being too complicated for him to try and grasp and much more than he bargained for). This was the real deal and he knew very basic fundamentals: pressure slows bleeding, stitches makes scars. Judging by Vads unceremonial display he shouldn't have minded a half-assed stitch job.
Shou used the smaller pieces of Vads armor and some telekinetic whim to apply pressure at multiple points while he dirtied his hands. He made sure to sterilize beforehand, as he didn't want karma to repay him in ignorance. The bleeding was stopped and much of Vads wounds were sealed, the stitch count lost somewhere after one-eight-seven. With a final snip Shou admired his handiwork, though he hoped that there was actually a doctor (or a tailor, if non-medical personnel) on-site whenever he needed stitching. It seemed this contest was for real, despite his own lack of scars from the competition. Shou couldn't help but wonder exactly how it was Vad wound up on Dante.
Satisfied, the brown-haired operative rushed upstairs to get a bottle of water from storage and to rifle through anything he may have overlooked on his first run-through.
"I'd seriously better get out of this sun." Shou stated, noting the high noon. In the back of his mind he felt that getting back to a bunker would keep the lump in his throat from choking him. And maybe taking a scenic route to ensure that there was much more than these mountainous regions would do him some good. "Is that my gun?"
On instinct he found his Combat Teleportation carving time off his journey, placing him not more that fifty meters from the foot of the great mountain that held the bunker. It was much more luxury to find that it didn't offend his headspace with aches, than to have this gift.
Gravel crunched underfoot in his headlong sprint, as he didn't want to be blindsided out in the open—gunless much less. When he reached the stairs that descended into the underbelly he took wind in his lungs and heaved a sigh of triumph. He'd have a story to share with his neglected, misfit friends back on earth and he'd try to pull himself out of Agent Greys pocket. It might've been time for Tiff and Zeph to pull some weight in his scheme for vengeance. On arrival, however, something was amiss...
Blood droplets. They weaved a deceptive tale all along the corridor, leading the halfbreed past the ration storage and further downstairs. If anyone was going to be ill-prepared for combat it wasn't going to be him, not again. Shou was going to have his junk in everyones business from here on out.
Taking a calming breath, he brought the tingling sensation that ki had on his fingertips to life and his energy made itself apparent. It bathed him in a vivid light and cast a faint glow on the corridor leading to the medical bay, so Shou wasted no time bursting in waving his primed weapon around. He cocked a brow and grinned stupidly when he noticed a familiar face, slumped over and —unsurprisingly—with his back against the wall.
"Vad! Out of all the sum'bitches to run into 'round here..." Shou started, but noticed that the warrior was bleeding all over the place and definitely needed some patching up. Unfortunately Shou wasn't a pre-med college transfer, a field medic, or even a nurse. His knowledge through this scoope was limited. Ironically, he wished he was back on Mercy with the helpful and hindering abilities of the ice queen, but that was a luxury he didn't possess. And giving it a second thought, Mercy? Fuck Mercy!
But Vad wasn't going to patch himself up and Shou's palm to face attempts at reviving him wasn't getting him much results. Neither was his much less reserved, wide-arched, open-palmed interpretations on revival. Casting aside his futile methods, Shou decided he'd get Vad from bleeding out all over the floor and survey the nature of his wounds.
Double underhooks... FAAHUCCK!! You got blood all over my —aargh— everything! Shou silently cursed the saiyan as he pinned him against the wall and looked over his shoulder towards the observation table. The younger saiyan squatted slightly, to where Vad would fall easily over his shoulder. Lift from the hips, not the back... Damn this guy's heavy... All that damned armor...
Dropping him on the table with an unminded, metallic thud Shou retrieved the first aid kit that Vad had forgotten to get around to using before he fell asleep and pried it open. Its contents were varied and spartan, but he was sure this would look good on any resume as long as he didn't fuck up too badly. Telekinetically, he peeled away layers of Vads armor.
Check you out, multiple stab wounds... Left thigh, right shoulder, right-side chest... Lucky it wasn't the heart, huh? Shou only played doctor with willing, female participants who were harmed in no way, shape or form (maybe emotionally, but that usually wound up being too complicated for him to try and grasp and much more than he bargained for). This was the real deal and he knew very basic fundamentals: pressure slows bleeding, stitches makes scars. Judging by Vads unceremonial display he shouldn't have minded a half-assed stitch job.
Shou used the smaller pieces of Vads armor and some telekinetic whim to apply pressure at multiple points while he dirtied his hands. He made sure to sterilize beforehand, as he didn't want karma to repay him in ignorance. The bleeding was stopped and much of Vads wounds were sealed, the stitch count lost somewhere after one-eight-seven. With a final snip Shou admired his handiwork, though he hoped that there was actually a doctor (or a tailor, if non-medical personnel) on-site whenever he needed stitching. It seemed this contest was for real, despite his own lack of scars from the competition. Shou couldn't help but wonder exactly how it was Vad wound up on Dante.
Satisfied, the brown-haired operative rushed upstairs to get a bottle of water from storage and to rifle through anything he may have overlooked on his first run-through.
Quote:Shou entered Mountain Sector bunker