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re_alignment2013-07-04 09:16 am
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WARNING: there be violence here! In the form of frenzy beating the shit out of Rung. Order of events is Rung made this post then went to see Prowl. Then stopped in at the games to pick up his dragon. Remembered he had something for Kagerou and went to Prima's temple to get it and was jumped.
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[Rung's been pretty busy as of late, keeping to his office as he deals with a lot of stuff that's been going on and working with those that need his help.
But now..he has a few things that he needs to take care of.]
I just wanted to let everyone know that I will not be in my office at all today. If you need me for anything, feel free to contact me via a private comm.
[He smiles a bit sheepishly.]
I figured it might be best to actually get out of my office for a bit.
[LOCKED TO PROWL]
I hope you don't mind but I need to speak with you on a matter and will be stopping by shortly.
[Not that he'd really care all that much if you did mind, Prowl.]
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[Rung's been pretty busy as of late, keeping to his office as he deals with a lot of stuff that's been going on and working with those that need his help.
But now..he has a few things that he needs to take care of.]
I just wanted to let everyone know that I will not be in my office at all today. If you need me for anything, feel free to contact me via a private comm.
[He smiles a bit sheepishly.]
I figured it might be best to actually get out of my office for a bit.
[LOCKED TO PROWL]
I hope you don't mind but I need to speak with you on a matter and will be stopping by shortly.
[Not that he'd really care all that much if you did mind, Prowl.]
[action]
One of Rung's little orbs had appeared and the light was particularly blinding in this case, the small object whizzing in circles around Frenzy's head, the light dimming and brightening rapidly as it did.
The therapist just lay where he was on the floor, optics having dimmed a bit from the pain, mostly, but also because of the fluids leaking out of his system, more warnings flashing as he tried to keep his vents cycling normally.
Primus did it hurt.]
Re: [action]
The Hell!? Y'think these li'l fraggers are gonna save ya!? [He ducked down, cocked his gun, fired; the blast was not fatal - just like the others - but it was hard hitting as it collided into Rung's chest, like a damn wrecking ball. Frenzy once again swatted at the orbs of light, knocking them aside as he stormed up to Rung, thrusting barrel between his eyes, denting the dermal plating.] Call 'em off!
[action]
Well, wasn't this familiar in a way.
Rung's optics dimmed further and, as they did, the orb burst and dissipated, the light in the room going back to normal as the therapist's form trembled.]
[action]
[Frenzy plops down on Rung's lap, hard, still keeping the gun in place between his optics. He smiles again, showing Rung his free hand. Wiggles fingers.] Jus' need one. [Wiggling fingers curl into a fist, and Frenzy busts that window over Rung's spark. Not enough to shatter it, no, but that is most definitely your plating being torn carelessly away from the right side of your chest, buddy, exposing some of your internals.]
[action]
And then it happens and panic surges through him.
Warnings fire and the therapist jerks, trying to squirm--break free, anything to stop the other from doing whatever it is he's about to do. Garbled noises wail from his damaged vocalizer, a pleading look in his eyes as he tries to buck the other off.
BAD TOUCH.]
[action]
Aw yeah! [Frenzy holds out the t-cog, admiring it almost.] My friend's gonna love this. [He snickers and makes to get up, but...] Oh, okay, maybe I lied. Maybe I wanna take back a couple things fer myself.
[And then Frenzy proceeds to rip off Rung's browplates.] Souvenirs! [He cackles, holding one brow in each messy hand.]
[action]
Frenzy's pretty much won--
And then the browplates go.
The therapist winces, staring at Frenzy with a confused and pained look, no longer struggling as he just sorts of pleads silently with the smaller mech.]
[action - NOW WITH THE PROPER PERSON]
[The Cassetticon goes to reach for Rung's left optic, ready to crush it, but stops. He laughs uproariously.] Nah. Maybe later. [Frenzy climbs off of Rung, subspacing the t-cog and browplates.] Now, what have we learned, Autobutt? [He pauses, as if expecting an answer, only--] Don't be-- [one swift kick to Rung's side] a dirty-- [another swift kick] snitch! [And one last kick before he sighs.] Whimper if I made myself clear, okay?
[Action] WHATEVER I NOW KNOW THE TRUTH
Thankfully Frenzy holds off and while the kicks are painful, it's better than losing his optics. Rung, in fact, let's them shutter as a whimper escapes him, his vents cycling heavily--shakily even, the combined pain of all of it really starting to take it's toll now.]
[action] SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT HEY IT'S THE EPILOGUE. WELL, FOR FRENZY.
[He goes and finds Rung's comm-device.] Now, which doc shall we call up?
[Frenzy thinks a moment. There's Barricade - but he likes Barricade too much to burden him with Rung. Same with Glit. Then there's that Autobot Tarn hates, but he can't... remember his name, for some reason. Knock Out... As fun as it would be to call the doctor up to deal with this mess and maybe get dirty, he doesn't trust him to do a good job. And if Knock Out doesn't save Rung, then his death still falls on Frenzy's hands...]
Oh! [But then a name pops up and he grins.] Perceptor! The one-eyed geek. I still got his mon-o-cull. He's a doc, right? [And a so-called genius, so... Frenzy quickly punches in a text message:
NEED HELP. EMERGENCY. ATTACKED BY MONSTER IN ROOM. PLEASE. I'M SO SCARED. DYING.
then hits send]
[Frenzy repeats the message to Rung, of course, then--] Oh. Right. [He looks at Rung's... detached arms. And he just sent a text message. He shrugs.] Eh, yer a mind-screwer, you can think of somethin'!
[Frenzy places the commlink next to Rung.] Now, here's what yer gonna do - yer gonna keep yer mouth shut, ya hear? You blabberin' is what gotcha in this mess in the first place, remember? So you make sure you tell yer friends a real good story that don't involve me.
[Frenzy pokes him hard in the chest.] If I get the police knockin' at my door soon, I'm gonna come down harder on you than ever before, an' what yer feelin' right now won't be nothin' compared to the pain I'll put you through. [His visor gives an intimidating red flash before he stands and heads for the door, whistling.]
[Frenzy stops once, turns, and smiles. Gives a wave.] See ya later, Rang. Maybe I'll visit ya in the hospital some time! [And with that, he's gone.]
[audio --> action]
Rung?!
[He's never heard Rung admit that he's scared like that before, not even as Rung had been recovering from being nearly killed aboard the Lost Light.]
I'm on my way!
[Could something have followed him back from the Wastes? What sort of monster could have gotten into Rung's office? Perceptor curses to himself as he transforms and guns his engine to get there as quickly as he can. It still takes him too long to arrive, and his cursing has become audible by the time he pelts to the door and shoves it open.]
[The carnage... stuns him for a moment.]
RUNG!
[But only a moment, and then he's dropping to Rung's side, crimping off torn lines, and doing everything he can to stabilize the shredded psychiatrist before his spark can flicker out.]
[action]
That Frenzy is finally gone.
A part of him just wants to curl up but he knows he can't, his movements limited because of the damages and he doesn't want to make them worse. There's a moment where he considers sending out another plea of help but...
It's a never ending cycle, isn't it? This sort of thing is always happening and others have to fix him. Or he dies. It's one or the other.
He honestly isn't aware of Perceptor's presence until he feels the touch and he immediately tenses, a low whine escaping him as he tries to focus--tries to plead with Frenzy to just leave him be--
But it's not who he thinks and relief floods him at the sight of the other.
That low whine turns into a pleading sound, Rung's vents hitching, cycling hard as he lets the scientist work, thankful that the other is there.]
[action]
[Perceptor keeps his voice low and soothing, if brisk as he works quickly.]
Stay with me.
[He disables what pain sensors he can as he works, though some... seem to be mangled beyond function, and will require more specific medical intervention to give Rung much relief.]
The others will be here, soon.
[Even if time seems to have stopped... at least outside. It's crawling by at a glacial pace as far as he is concerned, though Rung's fluids are leaking out frighteningly quickly. Until he crimps the last oozing line, that is.]
Someone is preparing Medical for us.
[Even if no one has said that they are, he has faith that it will be ready by the time they get there. It has to be.]
You're going to be all right.
[Or else.]