[Accidental Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [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.]

Comments

[namesnotprowl]

That's what us medics are for; to inconvenience their patients as much as possible.

[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.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Finally a doc who gets it.

[He won't flail, but there's obviously some fidgeting.]

Told ya, the room's in worse shape than I am.

[namesnotprowl]

Well, did kinda get my start as the patient.

[Fidgeting he can handle quite well.]

Maybe. Difference is, the walls don't actually feel pain. You on the other hand.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Most docs don't. Glad there's at least one exception to the rule.

[He surveys his own hands as Barricade inspects them.]

Didn't hurt...that much.

[namesnotprowl]

T'be fair, most of them are actually professional.

[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.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

That's not sayin' much. Accordin' to Doc Knock, he's a professional too.

[You can see how much he believes that.]

Ngh...what's the damage?

[namesnotprowl]

Well, let's just say I was warrior first, eh? Though Knock Out's technique is... very Decepticon.

[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.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Somehow I'm not surprised.

[Because he's not. At all. It's like he knows him or something crazy like that.]

Told ya. I...I heal pretty fast.

[namesnotprowl]

What gave it away? The marvelously thick armor? The fact that I have flails in my wrists?

[He'll play coy anyway. That's just how he rolls.]

Oh, I know. The nice glowy mark we share and all~

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Twins with tattoos, huh.

[He inspects Barricade's a moment, before flicking his eyes back up.]

Can't say it hasn't worked out in my favour.

[namesnotprowl]

Fraternal ones, obviously~

[Though his has an awfully magenta outline to it, admittedly.]

It's a handy little skill, I gotta say.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

With what I've put my team through, it's more than just a little handy.

[Healing always has it's perks.]

[namesnotprowl]

Ahh, yet another member of the 'battered and bruised all the time' club, eh? You're a mech after my own spark, darlin'.

[He completely understands.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wouldn't be a member of the Wreckers if I wasn't, doc.

[He returns those hands, shifting his position a bit.]

Glad to see I'm not the only one, though.

[namesnotprowl]

Don't gotta be a Wrecker f'r that club, fortunately or un-. Luckily there's enough medics around here to handle that sorta thing.

[He chuckles, flicking the plating on his own forearm.]

Definitely not the only one. Some folks have had most everything on them replaced at one time or another.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Enough medics, yeah, but enough that don't get tired of our scrap? Whole different story.

[He watches that plating, his own wings flicking.]

So you've met my best work.

[A joke! It's an improvement.]

[namesnotprowl]

That depends entirely on how tedious and silly the injuries are, in my experience.

[He pauses briefly before laughing.]

I only wish. I'd welcome that challenge.

[And hey, jokes. Definite improvement!]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Like from punchin' walls.

[The laugh gets a smile out of him.]

You'll be regrettin' those words one day.

[namesnotprowl]

Not the first time I've seen it. But at least y'weren't human at the time.

[Smirkity~]

Mm, I probably will. Totally worth it, though.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

We'll see about that.

So, do I pass, doc? Or am I gonna need some work done?

[namesnotprowl]

Well, all things considered - including your magical healing whatsits - you pass.

[He points in warning.]

But no punching things or folks until it's self-repaired. Got it?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[And at that point, Wheeljack holds up his hands in defense.]

Promise. I'll lay off the walls for awhile. Seems like they learned their lesson anyway.

[A soft smirk.]

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade throws a glance to the walls with his lower optics, smiling a little himself.]

Seems like it. They need my expertise more than you, looks like. Lay off the people for a while, too. Don't forget, I have four optics; I will notice if you've been sluggin' folks.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Relax, think I've got it out of my system.

No need to play babysitter.

[namesnotprowl]

Natural instinct, I'm afraid.

Count yourself lucky; it's worse when my friends are pint-sized.