re_alignment | [Accidental Video] [Backdated to the 22nd]

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✘ brave police: j-decker | power joe

[Accidental Video] [Backdated to the 22nd]

[So...that date didn't go as planned, and it's just sinking in now that it was even a date at all. The fact that he'd worked hard to get up the courage to ask, let alone show up...that was enough for his A.I. to handle. But this planet...much like back home, found a way to make that a false hope. Something he'd never really get. It's a bit of a downer, really.

Enough to make him pout at the junkpile. Why the junkpile? So he could toss things around in his power shovel form if he needed to release his anger externally. This way...no one got hurt. As for right now, though, he's curled up, sitting among a bunch of odds and ends, starting into the distance.]

...

[It'd hurt less if he hadn't arrived her moments after Lua.]

Hate this place.

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[Yeah, you can see why he's all in a fit now. In fact, it wasn't even Arcee's fault, this time. Which is probably what irritates him the most. It was the fault of something he couldn't target. He couldn't fix it.

He just had to take his punches and nurse them.

But at the hand on his shoulder, he looks up.]

Not hers either. So...who do I blame?

Hn. Hard one, that.

[He keeps his hand where it is, even though he turns to look out over the junk.]

[It's a long moment before he speaks, turning the words over and over in his head. He's got to do this delicately. But... Ironhide's not a delicate sort.]

Something you can hit. [He nods, to himself.] Yeah. Blame something you can hit. Then, go hit it.

Something I can hit...

Like...that sign over there?

[He leans in a bit towards Ironhide as one hand reaches out, pointing towards a broken, slightly rusty sign in the distance. It was kind of relieving, dealing with the effects of the problem rather than the problem itself.

A bit of fresh air, so to speak.]

Sign?

[He looks over at where PJ's pointing. Oh. His free hand rubs at his chin as he nods.]

Yeah, sure, that'll work. Just pretend it's the Pillar or somethin' like that. Hit it hard as you can.

[This'll work. This will totally work, right?]

That...that sounds like a plan, gramps.

[There's a soft smile. It's weak, like a flame just about to go out. But it's remaining strong as he gets up, slowly walking towards it.]

Heh, looks nothing like the pillar. I'll have to really try hard, yeah?

[Good, he got him smiling. Sort of.]

[He heaves himself up, following along with him a few paces behind.]

Could always find somethin' more... pillar-like. If you want.

[-CRASH!-

Well, that didn't take long. PJ's arm reeled back, and before you know it, the sign was now a shadow of what it once was.

There was...a lot of pent up anger, apparently.]

Think I'm gonna need another sign if we don't.

Hah!

[He looks so proud of you, PJ. Atta boy. What a punch. Look how proud you just made your not-dad.]

[He even thumps PJ on the back, once, before starting off toward another pile.]

Good one! Lemme go find you some scrap.

[Even just the sound of approval is enough for him. His eyes seem to brighten slightly at it. Maybe Ironhide was right. Maybe this was cathartic.]

You really think so, old man?

[And like a little duckling, he follows the bot.]

Course. You think I'd say scrap I didn't mean?

[Even without turning around, he hears PJ brighten up. Good. It suits him better than moping does.]

[Eventually, he hauls something out of the scrap. It's huge and heavy. Rounded. Like a giant barrel with rods and tubes sticking out of one end.]

... That'll do.

[Without further ado, he jams the rods into the ground so that the object is sitting upright. Like a big punching bag.]

Have at it.

Heh, only when you're too feeble.

[It's a joke, and he braces himself for the impact of a smack should there be one. Still, he's in a better mood already. Ironhide that kind of effect on him.

But when Ironhide sets up that 'punching bag' for him, his eyes brighten up, looking at it.]

Just...wail on it?

[The smack does come. Straight across the back of his helm. It's not hard enough to hurt -- he knows his own strength well enough. But it's a good one.]

Smart-aft punk.

[He gestures at the "bag".]

Yep. Go for it.

[There's a moment of silence. Before the power shovel wraps his arms around the larger bot, giving him a tight squeeze.

You have no idea how much it means to him, Ironhide.]

Okay, I'm on it.

[And don't mind if he does? Soon that 'bag' is getting the beatdown of it's lifetime.

Hate to be that thing, right now.]

[The silence is odd. It doesn't strike him as something PJ typically does. He's about to ask about it... but then there are arms around him, and the soldier is caught off-guard.]

[He almost asks about it. But something tells him to think again, and he lets it go, giving PJ's shoulder a quick, appreciative thump with a hand.]

Good. Go make me proud, kid.

[Which he does, soon.]

[And the big guy ends up smirking to himself, watching, proud as anything.]

[The poor 'bag'. Power Joe seems to be putting his full force into banging the crap out of it. And no sooner than it'd been set up, it was now pretty much begging for the BP's mercy. There's visible dents, it's squashed in some places, and it seems to hand wearily from the post.

Good job, PJ, you just smacked the shit out of an inanimate object.

And it's shown in how he's panting.]

How's...that?

You feel any better?

[From the look on his face, he couldn't be prouder of the way PJ kicked the stuffing out of the 'bag'.]

[Even as they look on, the thing starts listing to one side, groaning pathetically... until it just plain falls over.]

... 'Cause I don't think that thing does.

[And his head follows the bag, smirking once it seems to topple over. Serves it right for...existing.]

Yeah, I do.

[And he tilts his head up to him, eyes practically glittering. Seriously, he couldn't look any more grateful.]

Thanks, old man...

[He grunts, and reaches out to smack him on the shoulder again. This time in a congratulatory fashion.]

[His fingers squeeze.]

You're a good kid, all right? Pillar scrap aside.

You're good.

...

You...really think that?

[The smack on the shoulder is met with...stillness, but it's mainly out of shock.]

Well, yeah, kid. Wouldn't say it if I didn't.

[For his part, Ironhide just looks confused. He's not in the habit of saying things he doesn't mean.]

...Thanks.

[His head dips down, scuffing a foot at the ground.]

It means something, coming from you.

Why's that?

[He almost laughs, but holds it back.]

Just cause I'm old?

[Even though that's not entirely true anymore, but... it made his head hurt trying to figure that one through.]

...

[It catches him off guard, but there's a small laugh.]

Yep.

[But he leans, pressing his shoulder to the larger bot's, resting his head against it as well.]

Really old.

[He grunts, reaching over to rest a hand on PJ's head. Between his "ears".]

Right then, kid.

Whatever you say.

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