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re_alignment2013-12-08 01:05 am
deadlydoctor) wrote in re_alignment2013-12-08 01:05 am
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[Accidental video post /Action| Location: the junkpile/where the Pillar was standing]
[The video starts all of sudden. The image is lopsided because Knock Out dropped his communicator on the ground.]
No, not this again...I..It can't be....
[The red mech clutches his head with a pained expression on his face. He's gritting his teeth together ad if he's trying to stop his jaw to do something absurd as, let's say, splint in two due to his sudden anger and hunger.]
He doubles over as if attempting to shake off the new memories in his mind getting mixed with the old ones. There's a angry pained scream coming from Knock Out before feed goes back to black after he accidentally steps on the communicator.]
No, not this again...I..It can't be....
[The red mech clutches his head with a pained expression on his face. He's gritting his teeth together ad if he's trying to stop his jaw to do something absurd as, let's say, splint in two due to his sudden anger and hunger.]
He doubles over as if attempting to shake off the new memories in his mind getting mixed with the old ones. There's a angry pained scream coming from Knock Out before feed goes back to black after he accidentally steps on the communicator.]
[action]
Knock Out doesn't answer for a few seconds, his red optics getting brighter. He's both embarrassed and annoyed that Cliffjumper caught him doing that. But that also means that right now he doesn't have to try so hard to hide it. His fangs are visible when he growls another reply.]
I know very well what kind of help will be delivered. [One that will end with him beheaded. Knock Out grits his teeth together and hisses] Does this look normal to you?
[And with that his tongue lashes out and almost bites the other mech in the face. Cliffjumper would be missing an optic if Knock Out hasn't actually been trying to control his hunger.]
Only Starscream! And I wouldn't call that normal either.
[action]
How the slag should I kno---HEY! [The irritated snap goes up into a yell as Cliffjumper automatically whacks at the tongue coming at him, and Knock Out's lucky Cliffjumper doesn't have two arms available now otherwise he'd already be holding a gun.
But he's standing a lot more at the ready now, and will drop his arm if he has to.]
Yeah well, I'm gettin' to a medic but until then there ain't much else to do than carry it around!
[action]
[He's first amused at that reaction and then eh freaks out at himself because DID HE REALLY DO THAT?] Ughhhhh this is hell.
[He rubs his helmet as if trying to ease the pain and then stares at Cliffjumper's wound.] How lucky you are, I happen to be a medic...
[action]
... Uh, how 'bout slag no and you get help for yourself first before you treat anythin' else? [Don't think he don't see that staring Knock Out! Cliffjumper's optics narrow and he can't even shield the wound considering he has only one arm and he's using it to hold his loose arm.]
And stop starin'!
[action]
How 'bout you get lost and leave me the frag alone? My headache is already back without your ratting voice piercing my audios.
AND I wasn't staring! [He totes was. And he's takings some steps closer to Cliffjumper.]
[action]
I ain't turnin' my back on you, 'cause from where I'm standin' you look liable to use that glitched-out, slagged mess of a mouth... [Optics widening and then narrowing as he notices Knock Out getting closer, Cliffjumper takes a step back.]
How 'bout you leave instead? [He can't quite keep the snarl out of his voice.]
[action]
I am trying not to but it's tempting. [He's trying really hard to not just launch himself at Cliff and finally stop this irritating conversation and his thirst all at once.]
I was here minding my own thing before you came to pester me! [His fangs are definitely more noticeable again. It would be wise to run, Cliffjumper, or stop him somewhere.]
[action]
[Yelling, Cliffjumper takes a step forward, and then one or two back as he realises what he's doing - getting closer to the messed-up mech doesn't seem like a good idea. And why are two arms so slagging useful you don't even think about it until you only have one? And need to carry the other in that one hand.]
And if ya get any closer...
Re: [action]
He wouldn't usually confront any Autobot like this either but he takes another step forward so now that Cliff moved they're a few inches apart. He lowers his voice, bares his teeth and grows another reply in the mech's face.]
If I do that, then what...?
[action]
[Wow, no, too close too smelting close! Cliffjumper's optics widen and his engine revs in surprise at the sudden lack of distance and the next reaction is more reflex than thought-through.]
This! [By which he means launching his whole weight, shoulder first, into Knock Out and the lashing out with his loose arm, using it quite unceremoniously as a club.]
[action]
He didn't have time to dodge or stop it and boy, didn't that hurt. It was a bit too much for his already in pain processor to make and he's out cold in seconds. ]
[action]
Eyeing the downed mech with a narrow frown, Cliffjumper takes a whole klik before he slowly backs off a step or two.]
... And what the frag now, you slagger?
[With a huff and looking around, Cliffjumper reluctantly pulls out that severed piece of cable-tentacle he'd taken from the giant purple gryphon in Axiom and uses it to tie around the arm (not easy with just one hand!) so he can carry the arm, stares some more at Knock Out and then, with a sigh, grabs him by the feet and starts walking...
And dragging Knock Out along with him.
Sorry (not sorry) Knock Out.]
[action]
Once he wake sup in the medbay and sees all the scratches in his pain he won't be happy. But for now that's important no more.]