cape_kore | 001 Video | Day 45

[Static flickers, the image of what looks perhaps altogether too much like another corpse visible between the stuttering lines of interference. This corpse, however, is not a familiar one. The view is pointed upward, showing the body to be that of a man, leaning against a tree near the edge of the forest, dressed in slightly ratty, Victorian-esque clothing and spattered with blood, oil, grease, and gods know what else. Though the picture sometimes cuts back and forth to black and white, there's enough time with color to show that his skin is tinged an unhealthy shade of yellow which has gone a little green in places, including along the edges of the dark circles that mark his slightly sunken eye sockets and around the bruises visible through the scruff and stubble along his jaw. Creamy, off-white lines and crusted smudges mark various wounds, all of which appear to be in some stage of healing, including the most prominent of them, a thin line that spans the base of his throat, just above his collarbone. It's obviously fairly fresh, even though it's already closed over, as it's one of the injuries that looks somewhat raw at the edges.

Now, squint and you might almost be able to tell that-- oh, yes-- yes, he's breathing, before the video is consumed by static and the audio picks up a thick, British accent draped over a raw-throated voice.]

Hn? Well, this is-- interesting.

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... Holy shit, dude, you look fuckin' awful. [ Thanks, Jesse. ] You need help?

[Disembodied voices. Moving pictures. This is all very confusing and-- well, it's horrifying, actually, as his expression pretty definitely shows through the static. Indeed, horrified and helpless.]

I-- Yes. Yes, I suppose-- I suppose I do.

[He'll just be closing his eyes and raising his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub at his eyes, as if such actions might make this all go away.]

Alright. Ay, you wanna lift the communicator thing on your wrist and move it around t'show me where you are? I can be there in a few seconds if y'do. [ Man, this dude's expression. Jesse doesn't know the dude from Adam, but he can't help it, he wants to help. ]

[It takes a moment, his reaction times are a little slow and everything hurts, but Oliver manages to move his arm after a moment and provide something of a panorama for Jesse's benefit.]

As you may have noticed, I am not in the fittest shape. Was that enough?

Yeah, definitely enough, good. [ Jesse's got a general idea of where he is, and he already is pulling on his shoes. Technically he's not supposed to leave the house without telling Galen but it'll just be a minute, okay. ] Don't die while I head that way, alright? Be right there.

[ And he'll head in that direction! It doesn't take him very long, since he mostly jogs to the edge of the forest. Have a 5'9 hoodie'd tattoo'd slightly sick looking dude looking for you, Oliver. ]

[Oliver can't help laughing, however confused and generally broken he may seem. It leads to coughing but there's still a faint smile.] Seeing as I've found myself here as opposed to finding myself dead, I've no intention of changing that now.

[Jesse is, admittedly, a jumble of the unfamiliar but everything is unfamiliar to Oliver, including grass and trees and a blue sky and pretty much anything that isn't made out of iron, stone, and glass. So hello! Oliver definitely looks even worse once you can actually see all of him but he's cheered enough by the sight of a real person, in the flesh, that nothing else particularly matters right now.]

[ Wow, he really does look awful. Jesse wrinkles his nose when he sees the guy, though mostly out of concern. He has no idea what the hell Oliver's been through and he's not sure he wants to know. Either way, he heads over and settles down next to Oliver, not entirely sure what to do. ]

Jesus, you look like someone put you through a meat grinder, dude. [ A beat. ] Oh, right, fuck. Name's Jesse, I don't think I mentioned. Good on you for not dying, like I asked.

[ He tugs at his hood. ] Anything broken? Can y'walk?

[Again, merely knowing that there are, in fact, other people around and not just figments of his imagination - as faces on a communication network might very well be, he doesn't know - has a somewhat calming effect. It slows Oliver's thoughts a bit, and thus his reaction time, but he smiles after a blink.]

Call me Oliver. I cannot, at this point, express the pleasure of meeting you.

[That said, he takes a look at himself and, perhaps for the first time, really evaluates the damage.] I'm fairly certain nothing is broken, exactly, though a few things might have been more recently than I'd like to admit. Walking may be a pain but not a problem.

Alright. [ He rubs at the back of his head. ] Alright, c'mere. You mind if I help you up? [ He's not going to touch if he's not allowed. ] We can head t'my place if you want, yeah? Bandage you up so there ain't any bleeding to death.

Oliver, huh? [ He offers a hand. ] Mm. Your choice to trust a stranger or no.

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