[As locked as he can make it; that is, not very.]
[There's a click, then some white noise, most likely the sound of wind rushing across the microphone. After a moment, the sound of a throat clearing, and then a coughing spasm. When he speaks, his voice is particularly deep...and hoarse.]
Hnhh. Hope this works. Typing has bec-come... [A cough.] Difficult.
Witwicky boy...right. This b-body demands...much. [He coughs again, hard, almost choking on it.] R-ridiculous. Inefficient. ...Weak.
Bonecrusher... Hurry.
[Another coughing fit that leaves him panting; over it is the found of fumbling, then another click as he shuts the PDA off.]
((I just realized this morning that this is, for all intents and purposes, Blackout's sixth day human...and sixth day in the wilderness, failing food or water. He is...probably not that well off.))
Hnhh. Hope this works. Typing has bec-come... [A cough.] Difficult.
Witwicky boy...right. This b-body demands...much. [He coughs again, hard, almost choking on it.] R-ridiculous. Inefficient. ...Weak.
Bonecrusher... Hurry.
[Another coughing fit that leaves him panting; over it is the found of fumbling, then another click as he shuts the PDA off.]
((I just realized this morning that this is, for all intents and purposes, Blackout's sixth day human...and sixth day in the wilderness, failing food or water. He is...probably not that well off.))