[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 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.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Pint-sized bot, I'm guessin'. You don't look like the type to attract human partners.

[He flexes his fingers slightly, to stretch them out.]

[namesnotprowl]

It's all the points, isn't it? But yeah, generally bots. Organics only when they're particularly brave.

[There hasn't been one of those since Alex Mercer.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Heh, you should see some of the kids here. They got more bearings than most Cons I've met.

[May or may not be speaking rather fondly of some of them.]

[namesnotprowl]

I've met a few. They're pretty tough kids; most of the ones from my dimension just scream and try t'run. Sounds like you've got a soft spot for some of the ones here, though.

[He can hardly blame Wheeljack; he would too.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Me? Nah.

[He turns his head away though, smiling slightly.]

Just keep em out of trouble.

[Probably not the best candidate for that, but what can you do.]

[namesnotprowl]

[He chuckles.]

Difficult prospect, that. Especially if trouble tends t'find you.

[We'll just go with that explanation.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Won't deny that.

But if trouble finds them too, it cancels out.

[That's not how it works, Wheeljack.]

[namesnotprowl]

Well, it cancels the blame. But don't it magnify the trouble?

[Barricade has been here. He knows the business of trouble well.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Magnifies the challenge, more like.

[Trouble is his middle name.]