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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [There's no introduction this time. Probably because he's in the medical bay, still getting his arm fixed up. And recovering from Tarn-related injuries. No explanation, no fancy hello.]

We need an armory.

More specifically--I want one.

[Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Wheeljack?]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Less painful in the end to move on. 's what I've always done, back home. But nothin's permanent in this world. Like it constantly toys with ya.

[He adjusts himself on that berth, heaving out a soft sigh.]

Makes sense, the way you do it.

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[namesnotprowl]

Places like this always toy with ya. Sometimes more intentionally than others. Other places don't exactly turn me into a cat, after all.

[Barricade snorts, wings flicking, and leans back slightly.]

I've had a lot of practice. Lose a lot of people and you sorta figure out how to handle it, eventually. And having patience doesn't hurt either.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Patience...


Not somethin' I'm known for.

[There's a soft laugh though, holding out his good hand to the bot.]

Thanks. For lettin' me vent.

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[namesnotprowl]

Prefer goin' in, guns blazing, huh? Heh. Like I said; 's all up to you, really.

[Barricade takes he offered hand, giving it a light squeeze and a shake.]

No problem. Sometimes y'just gotta let it out, right?