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[So it was supposed to be magic? Magic took his memory? Took his frame? And he was supposed to be content with that?]

[Not to mention, with this human body, the damage he'd taken in their rescue mission have gotten far worse. Moving hurts. Breathing hurts. The arm on his damaged side won't move without a lot of pain, and the entire left half of his body is a mess of bruises. He knows he needs help -- a mechanic, an engineer. Those should be able to help, right? Or was it ... no. Humans need 'doctors'.]

[And, as luck would have it, someone is advertising their help. So... he goes to try and locate this infirmary, roaming the halls until he can figure out where to go.]

[Just as how he woke up.]

[Stark naked and not speaking a word of English.]

[Inside of room 3045, there is a resounding CRASH of metal on stone. The crashing sounds continue, and are accompanied by short, half-panicked, half-pained, cries.]

[Somewhere in the confusion, the journal is knocked into, the video feed recording green, flailing limbs, a metal body contorting in pain as what appears to be electricity sparks off the new arrival's frame. He -- for the voice is male -- has no idea where he is, or what's happened. He can't. Too much energy flooding his systems.]

[But with the source of the electric shocks cut off, his body starts to relax, and he falls silent, lying on the floor of his cell, bright red wings splayed limply to either side of him. Somewhere in his struggles, he knocked the door to his cell open, and now lies with an arm flopped out in the hall.]

[Do you approach?]