re_alignment | [locked from Sora]

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tf: prime | knock out

[locked from Sora]

[Those who know Knock Out well (or at least some of his past) might realize how strange is to see him asking for help or even showing what looks like worry about someone that's not him. He's surprised himself and really not in the mood after his fight with Sentinel, he will most likely shank anybody who uses this opportunity to mock him.]

I need someone with human medical knowledge and small hands. Smaller than mine, I can't take a blood sample with this. [He wiggles his sharp like fingers in front of the camera.]

Sora is sick and I can't run all the tests I need myself.

[Locked to Blackarachnia.]

This is not your doing, right?

[/Locked.]

[Locked to Sentinel.]

You are an aft.

Are you free tonight?

[/Locked to Sentinel.]

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[Sora, that nice lad who answered her questions? Sick? That is not a combo she likes. She should do something about it.

Except that while she knows her hair can cure old age and wounds, illness was something she had never needed to try to fix; after all, Gothel never much got sick with her daily doses of glowing hair, and Rapunzel had always been as healthy as a horse. There's some doubt on Rapunzel's part over whether she could even help beyond the "tiny hands" request.

However, the real million dollar question is whether she wants to reveal her power at all, especially to people whom she doesn't quite know if she could fully trust yet. Cybertron was still very new, and while she found the people she encountered pleasant enough, she still felt a general and constant sense of wariness.

But... illness could be the different between life and death, happiness and misery. Would his pain outweigh her selfishness? She'd probably find out after it's too late, given how unpredictable Gothel had made illnesses sound. Thus, despite her reservations, she decides that she can't sit idly by and not help someone -someone who had previously helped her- just because she's "worried".]

I don't know a lot about medicine per say, but... I can probably help him.

[Yes, that nice lad. Same guy who revealed knock Out that he could do magic with his huge key.

Really, she shouldn't be worried about the medic, he's seen everything: people get high using the blood of the god of destruction, zombies, Predacons raising from their tombs...very little things surprise him. Unless those are nice thigns. Knock Out's not so used to niceness.]

Rapunzel? Could you really? You have small hands, that for sure.

[Niceness is the name of the game, though her little secret might offer plenty of surprise yet.]

I think so. Though I don't think we'd need to rely on my hands that much... or medicine.

[Niceness is actually half the job when it comes to befriend Knock Out. being polite to him is key.]

Oh, I know...are you going to pull a fairy tale thing and give him a kiss? Because somehow I don't think that works outside movies.

[What's a fairy tale? What's a movie? Those are questions she should probably save for later.]

...No, that's just weird.

[Her lips are reserved for someone special, to boot.]

But I'm pretty sure it will work. I mean, it cures injury and aging, so surely it'll work on sickness.

[Fairytales are those things that appear in some books, usually dragons and girls that have a tendency to sleep a lot appear in them as well.]

Oh. Sorta might be disappointed.

Alright, if you think it can work...I'll be waiting here.

[Mutters, almost singsong-like.] I seriously doubt you'll stay disappointed...

[Ahem.]

Okay then, I'll head right over.

...

[...Actually, she has no clue where they are.]

Where is "here" again?