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re_alignment2013-05-19 09:43 pm
wheeljackofalltrades) wrote in re_alignment2013-05-19 09:43 pm
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[Accidental Video]
[It'd been a month since Magnus left.
The commander had been gone that long before, and Wheeljack almost expected the same this time around. So...when that time rolled around, and still no Magnus after constantly searching the feed...
It was time to call it quits.
The feed opens up to show a room-...or what's left of one. The walls are cracked, scorched, bent, or indented in some places, although that seems to be the most of the damage. The berth is relatively untouched, and any of Miko's and Bulkhead's belongings are actually safe from damage. Wheeljack's own stuff? a different story. Only one thing of Wheeljack's was left untouched--the sword Blurr gave him--which was put under the bed weeks prior.
Sounds like someone had a tantrum, and it shows, with Wheeljack standing in the center of the room, panting heavily from all the lashing out...at the wall.
...Do you feel better now, princess?]
Ngh...
[He slumps against the wall, sinking to the ground and curling up.
...Just like old times.]
The commander had been gone that long before, and Wheeljack almost expected the same this time around. So...when that time rolled around, and still no Magnus after constantly searching the feed...
It was time to call it quits.
The feed opens up to show a room-...or what's left of one. The walls are cracked, scorched, bent, or indented in some places, although that seems to be the most of the damage. The berth is relatively untouched, and any of Miko's and Bulkhead's belongings are actually safe from damage. Wheeljack's own stuff? a different story. Only one thing of Wheeljack's was left untouched--the sword Blurr gave him--which was put under the bed weeks prior.
Sounds like someone had a tantrum, and it shows, with Wheeljack standing in the center of the room, panting heavily from all the lashing out...at the wall.
...Do you feel better now, princess?]
Ngh...
[He slumps against the wall, sinking to the ground and curling up.
...Just like old times.]
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Or the chance t'say something you need to, either.
[He's missed that one a lot.]
My good mech, house calls are - or were - my specialty. I'll even put on my lights and sirens if you want.
[Even if he's just going to be driving in the temple.]
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[He could list off the roster of guys who he'd wanted to say goodbye to. Or at least SOMETHING to. Seaspray being the one most recent.]
Touching. I'd like that.
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[His list has grown exponentially since getting to places like this. He still regrets not being to say something to Convoy, even if he'd known already.]
One of my many fine services~ You've got it. You'll know it when you hear it.
[Because it's distinctively chirpy.]
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I'll be waiting, 'Cade.
I like punctuality.
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[And Wheeljack isn't actually all that far off, relatively speaking. He will have a cop car intruding on his mess soon, running lights and sirens.]
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[The sirens actually get a response out of him: amusement.
Congrats, Barricade, that's the first smile he's had in a few days.]
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[He does what he can, after all. Barricade shifts back to base mode, only shutting the lights and sirens off when everything clicks into place. He offers a little bow.]
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Yeah yeah...
[There's a handwave at that bow. Fancy fake!police/doctors.]
You here to check up on me or the room?
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[Don't worry, he's got this covered. He's never had anyone not enjoy them unless they're hungover.]
Little of column A, little of column B. Depending on how much prodding I have t'give you to let me take a look at you.
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[That's right, he noticed.]
...Depends on where ya wanna look, Doc.
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[That and they came standard with the model he scanned.]
Nowhere naughty, darlin'; we c'n start with your hands and work from there.
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Ain't modest. Just don't think half of em are necessary.
[He holds out his hands, though.]
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[Having been on both sides of the divide himself... about a million times.]
Just don't flail around and we'll be good.
[He takes one of the offered hands, all four optics focusing on it to check for scrapes, dents, and other injuries.]
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[He won't flail, but there's obviously some fidgeting.]
Told ya, the room's in worse shape than I am.
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[Fidgeting he can handle quite well.]
Maybe. Difference is, the walls don't actually feel pain. You on the other hand.
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[He surveys his own hands as Barricade inspects them.]
Didn't hurt...that much.
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[This was his desperate attempt to escape being Yet Another Gladiator.]
It hurt you more than it hurt the wall. Just the wall happens to look worse than you do.
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[You can see how much he believes that.]
Ngh...what's the damage?
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[Which makes Barricade worry on occasion.]
Not too bad. A good buffing f'r the scratches and it should heal on its own - if you can avoid punching things for a while.
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[Because he's not. At all. It's like he knows him or something crazy like that.]
Told ya. I...I heal pretty fast.
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[He'll play coy anyway. That's just how he rolls.]
Oh, I know. The nice glowy mark we share and all~
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[He inspects Barricade's a moment, before flicking his eyes back up.]
Can't say it hasn't worked out in my favour.
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[Though his has an awfully magenta outline to it, admittedly.]
It's a handy little skill, I gotta say.
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[Healing always has it's perks.]
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[He completely understands.]
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