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[arnhaid]

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.]

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[arnhaid]

That's kinda par for the course on my end. "Could be worse".

Eugh. Yeah, got it.

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[deadlydoctor]

[Suddenly, Knock Out understands Wheeljack and Ratchet's relationship way much better.]

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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[arnhaid]

Oh, yeah, you're hilarious.

[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!

[deadlydoctor]

You better realize how lucky you are.

[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!

[arnhaid]

[He's fairly banged up. Which is saying something, for someone like him. But it seems mostly superficial, dents and scrapes. The worst is the arm he apparently shoved back into its socket.]

[His expression suggests an arched eyebrow.]

Uh huh.

I didn't say nothin' yet.

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[deadlydoctor]

Your type never does. [Knock Out's optics narrow as he looks at Irondhide's arm. Then he moves over the other bot to give it a proper scan.] Thanks Primus you aren't a medic, what a disaster you made here. You almost crushes the main joints.

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[arnhaid]

Hey, it went back in.

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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[deadlydoctor]

Yes, in the wrong way. You could have ruined your capacity to move it.

[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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[arnhaid]

Eh, this old frame's had worse.

[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.

[deadlydoctor]

And that's a excuse to do stupid things? You and Wheeljack could start a club together. 'Suicidal Mechs who enjoy Punching things'. PMS for short, it sounds better backwards.

[Because you both are such a pain.]

Right. Now leave that to the professionalizes. Can you rotate it?

[arnhaid]

Who said anythin' about suicidal? I didn't blow myself up.

[He just grunts an affirmative. Yes, he can move it.]

[deadlydoctor]

No but he did. And you look like the type of mech who runs into battle with no back up or second thoughts. I am wrong?

I need you to extend your arm and then flex it. Tell me if there's any friction or pain in the joints.

[arnhaid]

Yeah. You are.

[Except he does do that. He's just not going to admit it.]

Tch, fine.

[Creak creak there goes the arm.]

[deadlydoctor]

Call me skeptical [Because he doesn't believe you at all.]

[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.]

[arnhaid]

'Kay. You're skeptical.

[He just sits there, looking annoyed, but doesn't put up a fight over it.]

[deadlydoctor]

And you running out my patience. [He glares daggers at Ironhide for a few seconds before focusing on the elbow again and murmuring to himself.] Maybe Sora's right, I am getting soft...

[arnhaid]

I get that lots.

[He grumbles right back, scowling off into the distance.]

Sooner it gets done, sooner you can get gone. Yeah?

[deadlydoctor]

Maybe you should ask yourself why it keeps happening.

[Knock Out's next reply is just a HMMM as he ignores Ironhide. He moves a really small gear back in place and then his hands leave the mech's arm.] That should be fine now.

[arnhaid]

'Cause I do the scrap nobody wants to do.

[He grunts, taking his arm back. Flexing it.]

Right then.

[deadlydoctor]

And you do it in a really reckless way.

[Knock Out's not actually surprised at the grunt or the comment. Decepticons weren't exactly prone to give thanks either and he wasn't expecting them.]

I'm going back to the clinic then.

[arnhaid]

Oh, yeah. 'Cause accidentally gettin' dumped over a cliff is totally reckless.

[The sarcasm there could choke a brick.]

Sure.

[deadlydoctor]

It totally is.

[You were a glitch before, he knows how to do that too.]

Fine then. [And he will just change back and drive away. Ungrateful bots, why does he ever bother...]