Beeps and Buzzes

⚔️ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4

　　　
　　　
You don't think you got a concussion, but Cogman was standing in the lift. By all accounts, he ought to still be in England. Or, rather, you weren't aware anybody from England was going to meet you.

"Oh my god! A leprechaun!" Jimmy pressed himself up against a wall, staring down at the Head Changer who was continuously twitching. Eyes incapable of blinking with mechanical precision, always out of sync to a disturbing degree.

Picture a broken Disney Animatronic, only more murderous.

"Leprechauns are tiny, green and Irish and that is offensive" Cogmon replied belatedly, gesturing with one servo "what are you looking at, little girl?" adding after catching Izzy's uncertain - Scrutinising - look that he didn't quite fancy judging by his brash attitude.

Were you not so preoccupied with monitoring a swarm of drones, you may have explained that Cogman was in fact your English Contact. For all the help it would do, putting everybody else at ease was the main benefit.

Cade carefully manoeuvred Izzy behind him, eying Cogman critically, struggling to decide whether or not the unstable butler was truly an ally "what are you looking at?"

Pointedly overlooking the threatening tone, Cogman harrumphed. Bowing, twirling his wrist with a flourish. Just as you could see his reflection, you could see your face adopt a grimace in real time. Especially when his head snapped (snapped!) to fix you with a cold, deliberate stare.

"Hello, Master Cade, I've been sent here to collect you”

“Collect me?”

“That is Correct”

“Ah… you ain't collecting shit –”

Reacting in humanly, mechanical limb wheezing - jacket tearing - straining against Cade's wound arm and yanking it down. Your body that had become angled to defend Cogman (by extension protect Cade from Cogman), slowly turned so you could stand more comfortably.

Letting Cade go, arm realigning itself with several impatient whirrs, lips pulled into a tight wince “don't! Don't do this now, either of you –” perking up, attention darting towards the lift doors.

Propellers?

Opening wide, gazing across a destroyed hallway, attention latching onto a Drone. Searching for its target, before locking on and surging forwards!

Cogman (definitely capitalising on this opportunity to physically assault you for your rudeness) almost strangled you as he curved out the way. You, less athletically inclined, could've touched your toes from how low you were forced to stoop.

Wrestling free of butlers clothes the second you had a chance, lurching towards the smashed pane, upper body halfway out the lifts confines acting as witness to Cade's staggering ability to avoid death!

Whilst you'd been fortunate on this occasion, Cade wasn't. Slammed out the window, clinging onto his airborne assailant for dear life, yelling frantically as the drone veered every which way attempting to buck him off.

Everyone was panicking.

Cogman, worried for more personal reasons such as being a reputable butler, brought his servos to his helm repetitively “oh I'm so clumsy!”

“Is he still alive?!” Jimmy started repetitively smashing buttons as though that would do much good “is he still living?!”

Without missing a beat, Cogman glanced back, gesturing to Cade's problematic situation “no he's going to die–”