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universal_charm) wrote2013-11-17 11:23 am
Reboot Complete
Finally, that primal part of his brain, the part that worked to keep him alive when he wasn't paying attention, said stop being stupid and he took his second breath. Third. Fourth. Fifth. They kept coming, the pain easing at the same time that his vision went from blurry blobs to fuzzy shapes and finally to something resembling… trees?
Trees? He was in the woods?
He was dead and all he got was being shoved into some forest - albeit one for dead people? He was a hero! He seriously needed to go haunt somebody and let them know that dying sucked, there were no pearly gates, and he demanded an immediate refund.
That was when the rest of his body decided it needed to make its immediate aches and pains fully noted. Everything hurt, aching in a bone deep way that said he needed to both move and that he needed to sleep for another week. He couldn’t particularly decide which, so instead he chose to lay there, debating if the pain meant he was not, in fact, dead.
But… he had to be, didn’t he? The radiation he had absorbed when he kicked the reactor back into place should have killed him, and he had… Spock had been there, and he had…
He gulped, pushing the memory away, shifting to try and get his arm under him, his wings fluttering lightly as if -
Wait. Wings? WINGS?!
His head jerked around, for a moment making him see white stars and he stared in absolute horror at the canary yellow and black edged wings that peeked from behind his back, disturbingly bright on a dead man. Well, he thought he was dead… But he had only ever been to one place where he had sported wings, and angel wings were white (right?). So... was this... was this Luceti? Was he being punished by being sent to the hell version of Luceti, the place he thought he had somehow managed to escape (but never find again despite his efforts - and, in fairness, he had been a bit distracted). Or worse- this was real. He was alive, and he was back in Luceti.
And in a hospital gown. Awesome.
To weak to move himself much more, he collapsed back down, sweating for his effort and he wondered if he would stink of radiation now… did radiation have a scent? He guessed he’d find out. His eyes drifted, coming back from the pain induced haze they’d glazed through, dropping on the journal. Of course it was right beside him, like a faithful dog that didn’t know when it wasn’t wanted.
Well, this time he actually needed it. He reached out, bringing it closer, that effort alone making his head spin as he worked it open to speak - ]
Hey everyone. You miss me?
[ Of course, that's base on the idea there's anyone he knows still here to miss him. Did they remember him, a year and more later? ]
Video
Yeah, I have a tendency for people to want to give me high fives. Call it a curse.
Re: Video
[ so, the dude was masked. Was he playing at being a hero or did it have cultural significance? Knowing Luceti, it could be either, both, or something a thousand miles in the other direction.
Either way, the video shot would show Kirk looking pained and maybe even a bit nauseous. His stomach was debating rebellion. ]
Right. High-five. Exactly what I meant.
[ He breathed a moment, working out the awkwardness of simply feeling his body again. ]
I am in Luceti, right?
Video
You look like shit, buddy.
[Always so caring]
Of course it was.
[He gives a bit of a shrug]
Luceti, purgatory, shitsville, whatever you prefer. I think Luceti is the general consensus for names though.
Re: Video
Right, back into the bird cage... Great.
[ He groaned, though it was debatable if it was in pain or just general misery and displeasure. ]
I think I'll take dying again over this.
Video
[Way to rub in the fact that you can actually die Kirk]
Who wouldn't?
Re: Video
Who and who?
[ He have Deadpool a less than happy look and shook his head, which resulted in another groan and clutching his head as a headache blossomed. ]
No, I meant Luceti. Bird cage is Luceti.
Crap, where is Bones with a damn hypo when I actually need it?
Video
[He is accustomed to having that effect on people]
Your drug dealer is named Bones?
[Pause]
It works.
Re: Video
Drug-? What? No, he's my chief medical officer.
[ what was with this guy and the wild accusations? How did he get "drugs" from needing a hypo? ]
And yes, I'm from the future. I'll tell you all about it if you bring me some pants.
Video
[Thats what made sense to him]
Eh, I already know a few people from different futures, so thats not really a big cookie to tempt me, pal.
[Not that he has a problem doing the task particularly anyway]
Also, if you've been here before, shouldn't you get someone you know to bring you pants? I'd understand if you wanted a hot girl you hadn't met to bring you pants, but random dude in a mask wouldn't be my first choice.
But I digress, if a man needs pants, I shall provide.
Re: Video
Kind of. I'm with Star Fleet, Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
And I was here, but it was over a year ago for me. For all I know, everyone has gone home and it's a whole new crop. Like you, for instance. Never saw you before I went home.
[ His mouth quirked at the last bit, some humor filtering through the pain. ]
Who knows, maybe you're a hot girl beneath the mask, huh?
Video
Huh, didn't know that was possible.
[He isn't much one for reading guides]
Whatever keeps your strength up, pal.
Re: Video
Yeah, that's what... what I remember anyways. But it wasn't November when I went home... I don't know, it was weird.
[ He shook his head, more comfortable now in the pants. ]
It's helping, so I guess I'll keep thinking it.