[Jaunt] Help

[helborn]

[There's a very fuzzy quality to the broadcast. It's fading in and out, too, like it's hard to concentrate.]

Phillip. Out on the moors. Couldn't... kill him.

Look away if you're squeamish.

[There's a few long seconds of silence, before there's a very fuzzy picture. There's a background that looks like the edge of the town, but the main focus is an uncovered arm.]


[The flesh around the palm and part of the flesh around the forearm are completely eaten away. There's blood, but it's a strangely lighter color than standard human blood. It's also clear by the way the bone and muscle are twisted that the radius bone is pulled out of the position it should be in.]

Don't... don't go. Don't go without... if you have to, bring some chicken or something...

... Can heal, but... lost a bunch of blood. Probably could get tracked from it... so tired...

Comments

[fridgeninja]

[That is a huge relief.]

Riddick-san. Thank you.

[itsananimalthing]

[There's a sense like a shrug.]

Probably shoulda done it sooner. I knew it was possible he'd show up, just kinda hoped after a couple centuries he'd be gone.

[fridgeninja]

If you need any backup...

[itsananimalthing]

Really rather not risk anybody just yet. And really rather not gang up on Phillip for now.

Maybe if it don't work, I'll give a holler.

[fridgeninja]

I understand.

I;ll be in Liminal Space, one Portal away.