[log] scrap wall shenanigans [closed]

[armoured]

Characters: Al, Steph, Vasquez, House, Ecks, and Castiel
Location: WW8 - the scrap wall
Date: Day 234
Summary: Al and co join in the attempts to get over the scrap wall
Warnings: Possible blood and injury

[Oh no, the scrap wall is big and sharp!

Make your own top levels in here.]

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[rubikscomplex]

Nah, the unconscious ones are great.

[He rips off a few sheets of aluminum foil and hands the roll over to Cas.]

Pull the bandage off and try wrapping three sheets of this around his hands like the bandage.

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel nods, carefully easing off the pressure and pulling the bandage away in order to wrap the thin sheet of metal around Al's hand, peering inquisitively at the wound and the void it reveals as he does so. ]

Have you been injured like this before? Will your shell repair itself?

[armoured]

It's not my shell.

[He can't help but sound a little nettled, especially since it's obvious with the rents that there's nothing inside.]

And no-- It was always repaired with alchemy at home, but that doesn't work here and the metal isn't going to grow on its own.

[ecks]

Will it join with other metal? Like a skin graft?

[Ecks finally speaks up again as she comes back to deposit the one piece of flat metal she's found so far, stares at Al for a long moment, and then turns to go look for more of them.]

[rubikscomplex]

No. We'd need a soldering iron to graft metal onto him. [House finishes wrapping Al's hand as best he can and lets go long enough to grab his pack and pull it over. He takes out the hammer and his pack of nails, pulling one of the nails out and testing it against the metal Ecks has brought. He can probably get through it.]

This is gonna hurt, Elric. Like hell. Luckily, you don't have a tongue to bite off. Try not to scream, though.

[armoured]

Mm.

[He doesn't sound like he's looking forward to it, but he knows what has to be done and he won't flinch away from it.]

I'm ready, Dr. House, I can handle it.

[ecks]

[Ecks comes back with another piece just in time to see Doctor House testing a nail against the first one. She stops where she is, clutching it in her mittened hands, and watches with wide eyes.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House places the small plate of metal over the foil on Al's hand and takes a breath. Then pauses.]

I can give you a Vicodin now or later, kid. You're gonna need it.

[armoured]

[He doesn't think he's ever taken Vicodin before, but he's not a masochist.]

Maybe give it to me after, if it messes with me too much, I might not be able to tell if something is wrong.

[ecks]

It will hurt if you are awake when he does it.

[Just...pointing out. Is Al aware of that fact? Maybe he hasn't ever had parts added or taken off before.]

[rubikscomplex]

He knows. [And House has some measure of grudging respect for the sentiment and the fact that Al wants to ensure he's useful in some capacity as a patient.]

Could of three, Elric. One, two... three.

[The first blow strikes down, piercing the metal that Ecks has brought and driving just the tip into Al's armor. It's going to take... more than a few hits here, but House will work as quickly as he possibly can to avoid prolonged agony.]