[RL -- Blackout and Eros -- Aftermath]

[death_chopper]

[It was a battered MH-53 Pave Low that came in low over the trees, pitted and pocked and damaged. The injuries weren't consistent with any human weapon, nor with having been inflicted on the helicopter at all--though when he resumed his robot form, it was be easier to trace the patterns of the attacks that had caused the damage

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[revered_love]

[He'd heard it, the sound of the helicopter but after days of hearing helicopters with no Blackout, he'd stopped getting excited. It'd been... weeks, it felt, too long and he'd gotten no word whatsoever. The sound, at this point, was just a horrible tease.

He turned up the tv, munching on some chips.]

[death_chopper]

[The sound of helicopter overflights might have been a tease, but the sound--less sound and more bass vibration--was hopefully less so. Of course, it took him three steps and then he was over the threshold and human again, stumbling with the transition and no longer heavy enough to stomp around.

He was glad he'd taken the time to repair most of his significant damages, even if it had kept him away longer than he liked. What could have been some serious injuries had been muted to a limp and some bruises--certainly manageable.

He limped his way towards the house.]

[revered_love]

[Vibrations, yes, he felt those-- he figured he was imagining it, however. You'd be surprised what the mind could concoct when you wished someone would come home, when you wondered if they ever would. So, he was still oblivious and forcibly so.]

[death_chopper]

[Blackout was starting to wonder where he was--he'd hoped expected to have seen Eros by now. He was used to the lovegod running out to greet him when he returned from his periodic absences, and was...well, disappointed when he didn't emerge. He made it to the house with little enough difficulty, and pushed open the door.] Eros...?