Electricity is in My Soul

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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes. 

Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals. 

It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally…. Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there… He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry. 

Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And…. In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress. 

Alyssa.

Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.

However… The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households. 

That Walter Worker felt how that initial pain started to leave her body, in stead replaced by sore joints and muscles, and a throat that felt like a thick syrup had been poured down it, making it difficult to breathe and speak. And although that situation was a different kind of bad, she would take it over the feeling of every bone in her body shattering.

She did look up, however, her focus being pulled towards that darker, copper automaton, a very vague smile finding its way to her blue, slightly trembling lips. “Hey, Lo….cust…” She spoke, voice hoarse and strained, but the fondness was unmistakable. Pale eyes found their way to Silver, slight surprise in them, but she offered him the same, vague smile.

“Didn’t th.. Think I’d see you he..re, Slendy…” She spoke, just a slight touch of sass in her voice. She soon turned back to Locust, lips parting slightly to shoot him a grin. “So… Movie night in about a we..ek.. Sound good ta’ you?” She’d question, both trying to lighten the mood, and be completely serious.

The Lwa had moved to stand, slowly moving around to clean up that space, closing the ritual circle. It was done. She was back. In pain, yes. But alive. To be honest, she would likely be sore for a while. But the more she used her body, the quicker she’d recover.

Despite knowing of the good they had done, Static’s hold on her may have tightened just slightly, by instinct as those two darker bots approached. It was... conflicting to say the least, his own history with that darker counterpart making it hard to treat him as an ally-- but he’d bite his tongue instead of giving in to that urge to fight with Silver, if only due to knowing how exhausted Alyssa was right now. 

Silver, even now had that defensiveness to him... though perhaps, it’s just a little softer than his usual brand of snark-- and he would even refrain from tormenting Static for now. “Don’t waste your energy. We don’t need you keeling over again so soon... I don’t particularly want to attend an encore.” Sure, he sounded dismissive-- but there was his own sort of concern in those words, sort of a tough love type thing that was... probably a little more transparent than he would like to admit.

Locust giggled a little at those words, and honestly also just at the sad little attempt Silver made at seeming uncaring. Of course, that mention of her plan had him grinning. “Hey, if y-y-you’re up for it, I am!” 

✸bluebells; gratitude

Honestly-- Static had been skeptical when it was first announced. A new bot, a new power source, all of it a little strange and unfamiliar... but perhaps that was just the more old fashioned fellow in him. Still, at the end of the day-- Doctor Kay, his engineer, was the one to make all the calls in the manor, at least outside of band-specific matters. 

“How interesting…” Ion tilted his head to the side and grinned. “Ohh how neat!! How neat!!!” He jumped again, looking up to Static, then Vulture. “Well I’m from this universe so nothin to stress over here.”

Vulture stooped down to look at that newcomer- that feathered crest on his head raising up with curiosity, head tilting slightly. “You... friend?” His voice was noticeably scratchier, less refined than that of Static-- he wasn’t exactly blessed, nor programmed with the same musical talents as his counterpart.

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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes. 

Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals. 

It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally…. Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there… He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry. 

Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And…. In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress. 

Alyssa.

Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.

However… The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households. 

That silvery automaton would nod slightly at the words of his husband, agreeing that right now, this was Static’s moment. His moment with her. He and her other siblings would get their chance soon enough. So he’d stay back, merely holding onto the hand of his beloved, finding comfort in that at the moment.

The Lwa had also noticed the reaction of that darker Spine-bot, and although he was fairly snarky himself, he too stayed silent. But he had his suspicions that Silver might be fonder of that woman than he was willing to admit. He suspected that seeing her in this amount of pain was harder for him to stomach than even Silver himself had thought.

Alyssa herself would hold onto that hand, not even finding it in her to smile at the moment, not even when that kiss would be placed on the back of her hand. She would, however, lean against him as soon as she was being pulled into his hold, trembling arms moving around his body to return that embrace, even though it was still difficult for her to control her own movements. 

“G..ood… Ta’ be back… Let’s never…. Do that again.. Because that fucking sucked….” She’d murmur, still trying to get her voice to work properly, not even caring about her quite colorful language. She usually kept it at a minimum, but after that experience? Yeah, she was of the opinion that she was entitled to a few colorful words. 

Static noticed that trembling-- making his hold on her more secure in response. He hadn't been able to keep her safe from whatever had influenced her before, and maybe it wasn't necessarily his duty, and there wasn't any way he could have known in this case... but still, it was something he'd vow to himself to do better.

He couldn't help but to smile a little at her words-- partially because of that relief settling in, that security that her being back wasn't all just some crazy dream. And no, he didn't give a single care about that more colorful language-- as it was very much warranted right now. "I'll second that, very much."

At this point, Locust found his moment to pop in, in his own way- grabbing Silver's hand and raising it up, that taller bot just barely grumbling at that action. "And thirded, f-f-fourthed, et cetera!" 

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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes. 

Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals. 

It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally…. Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there… He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry. 

Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And…. In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress. 

Alyssa.

Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.

However… The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households. 

The Spine certainly jumped a little, his fingers holding onto the hand of his copper companion just a little tighter. He himself had the urge to approach, but just like Locust, he thought that letting his counterpart do this would be for the best. After all, they were dating, and remembering how that static-y ‘bot had reacted when he had told him the news of her death, he gathered that Static needed this right now. 

That Lwa stayed close, but he didn’t attempt to touch her just yet. In stead, he looked up at Locust, then Kay, and back again. “She’s right. But yes, it’s normal. She’s feelin’… Well, every bone in ‘er body breakin’, then bein’ put back together.” He spoke, looking back down at the shaking form. “She’s experiencin’ the pain as if she’d jumped.. And survived it.” He’d elaborate, just so that people could get a grasp on just how much pain she was in at the moment.

That Walter Worker was gasping for air in between the screams, tears flooding her eyes as the pain coursed through her entire body. Those pale, green eyes would look up as she vaguely picked up on a familiar voice speaking her name. At first she looked confused, then she desperately reached out, managing to grasp his hand. 

And she’d hold onto that hand shakily, those tears basically blocking her vision. But she could feel him. He was there. Her Static…. She hoarsely gasped for air, slowly starting to relax as that pain gradually subsided.

“Fu..ck….. Dying….. Is a b..itch…” She’d manage to get out, the sound of her voice raw and ragged. It was obvious that those vocal chords hadn’t been used for a good while.

Silver cringed a little at that explanation, and just at the noise itself-- funny, he usually enjoyed the screams of a human, his targeted victims... but this? Not so much. Locust would take notice of that reaction-- but for now? No snarky comments to that taller bot. All of that could wait until later-- instead wrapped up in his own excitement of that Walter Worker’s return.

Gears gave a slight squeeze to the other’s hand with that jump, startled a bit himself... but as he watched that scene unfold in front of him... he couldn’t help but to smile a little-- seeing how delicately his brother treated Alyssa. “Y-yeah... let’s just let t-them have their moment.” He’d whisper softly, knowing the sheer relief his sibling must be feeling right now.

Static's fingers clasped around her own when she reached out, his core whirring softly-- it hurt to see her in pain, that suffering as she adjusted... but she was alive. She was here, and she was alive. 

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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes. 

Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals. 

It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally…. Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there… He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry. 

Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And…. In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress. 

Alyssa.

Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.

However… The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households. 

The Spine would recognize that substance holding the herbs together as well, a slight frown upon his faceplate. He could deal with blood, honestly, still serving the role as medic, should someone in house require assistance of that sort. He hadn’t asked questions about that mixture, but he did wonder… Whose blood was it..?

Truth be told, the blood used was Baron’s own. Yes, he could bleed. All Lwa could technically bleed. But no human could cause it. But, seeing as this soul belonged to him, he would have to use his own blood to bind it back into the body. But that was something he could explain later. Right now, he had to focus. Focus on pulling enough energy to wake up the body.

And so, he’d slowly move to sit on his knees, closing his eyes. He’d breathe in slowly though his mouth, exhaling through his nose. And every time he took in a breath, if one strained ones eyes, one would see… Particles. Glowing, golden particles. All basically floating towards the Lwa, leaving…. The chests of those who had consented to sharing energy. And that was where they would feel a tug. At their chests. And all of these particles, these bits of raw life force would be inhaled by the Lwa, merging together, until he had enough.

And then? Then, he would lean down, carefully parting the lips of the woman. Now, he hoped that Static didn’t take offence to this… He might, honestly… But once those lips were parted, he’d lean down fully, parting his own lips, and it looked suspiciously like a kiss, but… That golden light, that life force could be seen moving from his open mouth, into hers, shining through the gaps between their lips. 

He’d pull back, red-brown eyes watching carefully as that energy moved throughout the body, saying his internal prayers, hoping that this would work. And then…. 

Blue lips parted.. A sharp breath was taken… And a deafening scream of agony left her, her body shaking as she rolled to her side, curling up. Her face was twisted in despair, and scream after scream left her, as all of the candles surrounding her went out simultaneously. 

The ritual had been successfully completed. 

Various sets of eyes watched those particles floating, feeling that slight tug-- it's a strange feeling, but it's not all too awful, at least to most of them. It's unusual, but they'd been told what to expect, so it's not a shock. Though, Silver certainly shudders, feeling a crawling sensation across dark metal skin-- honestly, probably his own distaste for the supernatural, more than anything else.

A certain sparky bot is especially watchful as Baron so carefully moves, kneeling down by that Walter Worker and giving that kiss of life, so to speak. Were this another situation, one fair less dire, perhaps that jealousy in Static might kick in... as that bot was by no means immune to such a feeling-- but right now? It wasn't the time or place, instead viewing this action as something similar to CPR. After all, it served the same purpose, in a way-- just more magical... and honestly, he just simply didn't have it in him to be any kind of envious right now.

Though that room had been fairly quiet, once that fallen Walter Worker awakes-- well, that is certainly no longer the case. That scream, that sound of absolute agony is enough to make most of those guests startle. No one is quite sure what to do-- but Static finds himself moving to kneel beside her without even thinking about it. 

Locust had an urge to do similar, but... for now, he thought... maybe he ought to let Static be the one, considering their relationship and all. "Is t-t-this... normal?" He can't help but to ask the Lwa-- concern and natural curiosity intertwined. That other, more timid Walter Worker spoke up, worried, but pretty quick to make her own guess, voice a bit small. “I mean... considering the damage she had, I’d be screaming too.”

Honestly-- Static had been skeptical when it was first announced. A new bot, a new power source, all of it a little strange and unfamiliar... but perhaps that was just the more old fashioned fellow in him. Still, at the end of the day-- Doctor Kay, his engineer, was the one to make all the calls in the manor, at least outside of band-specific matters. 

“… Vulture…” Ion mumbled to remember their name.

“They’re like you, Static!!! How neat!!!” He exclaimed, holding their hand tightly as he rocked on his heels. “Can robots eat…?”

Static chuckled a little-- he always forgot... that not everyone was exactly used to the whole multiverse thing.

“Yes... to a point. He’s... another Spine bot, of sorts, from another universe. We have these portals that pop up here and there, that let us travel from one world to another-- Vulture and Violet both came from them. Their worlds weren’t very nice... so now they live here.”

Vulture cooed, feathers fluffing up-- or at least as much as they could, considering his messy state.

“Vulture eat sometimes... always get Kay yell though.” He grinned, sharp teeth showing. Between his darker eyes, those teeth, and his claws-- one might find him scary at first glance... but ultimately, he was pretty harmless.

“Yes... robots can eat, technically speaking, but they really shouldn’t, if they don’t want to get lectured by a certain Walter Worker around here.”

Honestly-- Static had been skeptical when it was first announced. A new bot, a new power source, all of it a little strange and unfamiliar... but perhaps that was just the more old fashioned fellow in him. Still, at the end of the day-- Doctor Kay, his engineer, was the one to make all the calls in the manor, at least outside of band-specific matters. 

“Woah-!” Ion yelped out when Violet had yanked on Static, stumbling to follow along but eventually catching up. He held Static’s hand tightly and followed the two around.

He made small humming sounds as he followed the two to the kitchen, swinging his arms back and forth, forcing Static to do the same with his left arm.

“You’re th’ only one that cleans around here?” Ion asked Static.

Static has to catch his balance once they make it to the kitchen, after being jostled around and yanked to-and-fro-- though honestly, it’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence. Answering the other’s question, he nods a little. “Basically, yes-- at least not without much... encouragement.” 

Threats, Static. They’re called threats.

Unfortunately, as he sees once he gets there-- it’s a total warzone. In that kitchen, stands a tall bot-- similar to himself, another Spine bot, but he’s definitely more... primitive? Animal-like?

That strange bot is shirtless, instead wearing a feathery cape of sorts-- and rather than a normal head of hair, he has a feathery mohawk, much like a cockatoo’s crest. And that bot, right now, was completely covered in various foodstuffs. “Static! Violet! Stranger! Vulture cooking now, bird busy.” His grasp on the English language wasn’t the strongest, but generally enough to get his point across. 

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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes. 

Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals. 

It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally…. Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there… He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry. 

Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And…. In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress. 

Alyssa.

Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.

However… The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households. 

The Spine appreciated his husband’s support, feeling just a little calmer with him by his side, though it seemed that all three of those Spine-bots would share a similar reaction. All being uncomfortable. And to be honest, if robots could vomit… Some of them might just have done that. But alas, they would all be stuck with some kind of uncomfortable nausea while that crackling sound filled the room.

Baron would look up at that coppery automaton as that question is asked, shaking his head in response. “Naw. Y’all just stay there. All I need ta’ borrow y’all’s energy, is consent. And it’s already been given by everyone present. So when th’ time comes.. Y’all might feel a slight… Tug. Like somethin’ is being pulled out of y’all’s bodies. That’s me takin’ a little energy from everyone.” He’d explain, slowly turning towards the figure on the floor.

“But first.. Let’s return this one back ta’ where it belongs.” He’d murmur, moving his hand, carefully placing that glowing orb above her chest. It would hover there for a while, before slowly starting to combine with the body, absorbing into her chest, until it vanished completely. 

That Lwa would nod some to himself, reaching for that bowl of ingredients. Herbs, the like, all having been grinded into a powder, mixed and held together by some form of liquid. Now, he wasn’t about to tell them that said liquid was blood, but it would probably be obvious, one he dipped a finger into that mixture, only to draw a cross onto her forehead, and another one on her chest, that liquid appearing dark red against white skin.

"G-got it, ain’t n-no one goin’ nowhere." Gears would reply, giving a nod in acknowledgement of that explanation. It certainly seemed easy enough. As far as he could tell, they were all willing donors, so that side effect that came with such a donation would be fairly easy to walk off, so to speak.

That's an audible sigh of relief, from many of those attending-- and perhaps especially Static, when that soul is returned to its rightful place within Alyssa. Though an interesting sight to those more curious, it would certainly be agreed, unanimously, that it was better off where it belonged. 

Though it wasn't said, when the Baron reached for that bowl, drawing that symbol upon Alyssa-- it was very much obvious to all what that substance was, and perhaps especially so to those two darker bots, Locust's antennae twitching slightly in recognition. 

Of course, this added onto Static’s discomfort, his hand grasping onto Kay’s sleeve-- looking especially affected. Partially for obvious reasons, his relationship with Alyssa- but also... after the wars, he found himself especially uneasy around things such as blood, a bit squeamish, reminded of things that he’d prefer to forget. “You gonna be alright..?” His engineer asked softly, but Static simply nodded- though honestly it kind of looked like he was trying to convince himself of that.

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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes. 

Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals. 

It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally…. Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there… He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry. 

Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And…. In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress. 

Alyssa.

Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.

However… The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households. 

That unsettled, titanium automaton would slowly lace their fingers together, giving a small squeeze in return. He could imagine that they were all feeling slightly unsettled by it all. Some more than others. Static, he could imagine, felt even worse than he himself did. After all, they were a couple. And since he himself knew the horror of losing a romantic partner to death, he could only relate all too well.

Now, just to make things even more uncomfortable.. As that Lwa focused his energy on mending the bones and damaged tissue, one could actually hear… The bones shifting. A crackling, of sorts, would fill the space as the cracks slowly mended themselves, moving back to their original placements, even though The Spine had already done a good job at aligning them. 

Soon, there would be silence. One would be able to hear a pin drop at that moment. But red-brown eyes would look around a little, exhaling slightly, before straightening up some. He placed a hand against his own chest, and as he pulled it back, something… Was pulled back out with it. A light blue orb, glowing dimly now floated about an inch above his palm, illuminating his face slightly.

“This… Is what was stolen from ‘er. When it was brought back ta’ me by my brother… Th’ soul was so exhausted that it had gone into hibernation. But.. Once inserted into th’ body, it should wake up. And this is where I’ll need y’all’s energy. Ta’ wake up th’ body as well.” He’d clarify, holding that orb carefully.

Even at just a glance, it was pretty clear how uncomfortable Static was-- his entire body tense, especially so as those... sounds could be heard, the shifting and crackling. He got the gist of it, that this was just part of the healing process, but that didn’t make it any easier to witness. He’d experienced this particular kind of loss before, quite a time ago by now-- but it was something he tried not to think too hard about, as it was far too easy for that bot to end up in one of downward spirals, emotionally. Even further illustrating his current emotional state, his core gave an uneasy whirring sound.

The Walter Worker next to him would take notice, raising her hand to pat his back reassuringly. A little obvious that she didn’t usually take the comforting role, but hey, she was trying. “Hey, it’s alright... just part of the process. It’s gonna be okay.”

On the other side of Kay-- it seemed something similar was going on. Silver’s hand was gripped tightly onto Locust’s shoulder, practically using that bot like a stress ball. Though, no real damage would be done-- or at least, nothing that Locust seemed to really mind, he’d be gently speak to his partner in a somewhat amused tone. “S-shouldn’t it be me that’s all worked up? Y-you hear this kind of stuff all the time...”

The room seemed to calm and settle a little during that period of silence-- all eyes on Baron.  Seeing that soul be pulled out, it’s blue glow so similar to most of those bots cores... it’s a little strange, and maybe in a curious way... beautiful? Though, it’d be a far better sight once it went back where it belonged.