Ironhide (
arnhaid) wrote in
re_alignment2014-04-17 10:04 pm
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So I'm guessin' everybody got themselves back to normal? Nobody runnin' around gluing people to walls no more?
[Because he's fresh out of wall scrapers. Or something.]
Good news is, I got my altmode back.
[He pauses.]
Uh. Bad news is... kinda found out I wasn't affected no more... the hard way.
[Good job, Ironhide, what did you do.]
[Because he's fresh out of wall scrapers. Or something.]
Good news is, I got my altmode back.
[He pauses.]
Uh. Bad news is... kinda found out I wasn't affected no more... the hard way.
[Good job, Ironhide, what did you do.]

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I didn't.
Happy now?
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What did you do then? And can you come to the medbay or I have to go there and fix you?
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Down where, exactly? I can always send the acolytes, I'm sure some of them fly. [If not, they will figure a way to get Ironhide out of the mess he's in. Probably.]
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...not too bad. It could be worse, yes. I'll go there with some acolytes and see if we can drag you out of that hole.
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Eugh. Yeah, got it.
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Don't go anywhere. [Have a grin and then he disconnects.
15 minutes later he's ether with seem cables, an bunch of acolytes to help. He's not made for hard work. Knock out looks down.]
You still alive, old man?
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[He's still sitting at the bottom of a chasm. Not the actual canyon, a smaller one. And he looks infinitely annoyed.]
Yeah.
action - I hope this is okay, let me know if it isn't!
[Knock Out disappear from the view but Ironhide might be able to hear him giving orders to the acolyte. It seems like it's into the first time someone had fallen in such place and they know what to do to get them out.
Once Ironhide is back up on the solid ground, Knock Out gives him a quick smile.] You are welcome.
action it's fine!
[His expression suggests an arched eyebrow.]
Uh huh.
I didn't say nothin' yet.
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That's about all I care about.
[He's just going to sit here and scowl like he's terribly affronted by all this.]
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[He's been stared at and scowled by much scarier mechs, Ironhide. Knock Out's ignores that as his pointy fingers dig inside the socked of Ironhide's shoulder to put some cables in the right place.]
You never think of the future, do you?
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[At least, he thinks it has. He can't really remember -- as usual.]
'Course I do. I was thinkin' of it just then. When I shoved the arm back on.
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[Because you both are such a pain.]
Right. Now leave that to the professionalizes. Can you rotate it?
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[He just grunts an affirmative. Yes, he can move it.]
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I need you to extend your arm and then flex it. Tell me if there's any friction or pain in the joints.
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[Except he does do that. He's just not going to admit it.]
Tch, fine.
[Creak creak there goes the arm.]
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[It shouldn't do that sounds B[ Le sigh. Knock Out works some more on the joints of Ironhide's arm while the acolytes, seigneur they have nothing else to do here, start to leave.]
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