[Video | Prima's Temple still~]

[rungout]

[The video clicks on as Rung settles on the edge of his bed, looking much better than he had previously--at least more put together and collected. Without the constant ache in his head, he's been able to settle a bit more though the whole..feel of this place still isn't all that comforting. Not yet at least. Doesn't help that he's been both upsetting and helping others it seems.]

I figured it might be wise for me to officially offer my services, so to speak, to everyone currently taking residence here since I seem to already be working myself back into the practice. As some of you know, I am a psychiatrist and, as such, am more than willing to sit down with anyone that may need it and just listen and offer advice.

[He pauses, fingers tapping against the edge of the bed as Rung glances down momentarily, considering something before he glances up once more with a faint smile.]

I suppose the first thing to establish would be a potential space I could use for such a practice, if anyone has any suggestions for that sort of thing.

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[rungout]

[Thought so.

Rung fights a wince, knowing that it probably hadn't been pleasant. At all. And he could only imagine the new damage it had caused.

...It also made him wonder just how worse off Fort Max was now, considering what he'd done on the Lost Light just thinking about Overlord.]

...Is he still here?

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[warborn]

I doubt he'd do us all the favor of dying, so probably.

[still tight, still tense. whatever ease that he'd gained - false or not - is fading. even his posture speaks wonders, shoulders hunched in an undeniably defensive manner, fingers curled somewhere between a loose fist and in to claws.

whether or not he's aware of his own body language remains to be seen.]

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[rungout]

[Rung notices each little difference in the other and it does nothing to help his own state, a panicked wave sweeping over him.

This...set off a lot of warning bells and had him fighting the urge to send out a distress call.]

Does..anyone else know of his existence here?

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[warborn]

Ultra Magnus, for one.

[and frankly if Magnus knows, then /he/ doesn't have to worry about being the one to sound the alarm.]

He...announced his presence, while back, if that's what you're asking. [a short, bitter laugh] Told myself I imagined it.

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[rungout]

..And then you crossed paths with him?

[That bitter laugh makes Rung shift just slightly, the therapist covering it by adjusting his entire position to rest an arm on his desk now.]

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[warborn]

He decided to pay me a visit.

[does he really need to elaborate?]

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[rungout]

I see...

[He pauses, watching Fort Max, trying to decide if he wants to ask the question that's lingering on his mind or not.]

...Would..talking about it help at all?

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[warborn]

There's not much to talk about. He came, he ripped off some pieces, next thing I know I'm in the medbay.

[short, curt, 'NO' without a no.]

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[rungout]

[Rung nods a bit, making it clear that he isn't going to press any further, not wanting any further anger from the other directed at him.

At all.]

Fair enough.

[The therapist pauses for a second before continuing.]

So why did you agree to meet with me or was it simply because of Ultra Magnus' insistence?

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[warborn]

[he's prepared for Rung, to, mind, but...when he doesn't, he lets himself relax. slightly.

still, this...isn't comfortable territory.]

...I wouldn't have brought it up if he hadn't. But it was part of his...terms.

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[rungout]

So he's forcing you, in a sense, to be here?

[Rung isn't sure how to feel about it, though he shouldn't be surprised considering Magnus had told him prior that he had ordered the other to.]

...Is there anything you want to talk about since you are here? It doesn't have to be about..him. Just..anything. Talking might help a bit.

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[warborn]

I could chose not to.

[but he can take orders...usually.]

I just...

[he cycles his vents once, reaching up to rub at his face]

I don't want a repeat of what happened on the ship, alright? You didn't deserve any of that.

[THAT much, he can say without any kind of reservation]

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[rungout]

[Rung's optics flicker with surprise, caught between that state and a twist of fear because yep, there are those memories again.]

I.....fair enough.

[He says it softly, fingers curling against the desk a bit.]

It....you weren't..at fault for what happened to me, Fortress Maximus.

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[warborn]

Pitslag.

[he says it more violently than he'd intended, but- he can't help it.]

I had the bright idea to take you and Whirl hostage. They did what they had to, to stop me. Pretty basic cause and effect.

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[rungout]

You didn't fire the weapon, Fortress Maximus.

[Rung really isn't comfortable with this topic, not in the least and a small, small part of him does what to blame Fort Max. But a larger part of him can't.]

Things would have been alright if they hadn't interfered.

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[warborn]

I'd have killed you if they didn't interfere! You and Whirl.

[those fingers are definitely fists, now. not that he's about to use them on Rung, no, but-]

I'd have killed anyone in my way, if it got me closer back to Cybertron and Prowl. Fat load of good that does me here, though, when- like you said, it's never been about Prowl, right?

[stressed? to say the least. somehow he's managing to keep himself off the berth, though every servo's tensed, and he looks like he could shove himself off at any moment and turn violent]

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[rungout]

[The instant those hands turned into fists, Rung sort of forgot where he was and what was going on, the events from back on the Lost Light replaying in his head. The anger that was coming off the other was relatable, in a way, and it made his head throb as he shook his head a bit.]

Fortress Maximus...please calm down.

[It was said softly, his optics unfocused slightly.]

[Action] oh god rung baby

[warborn]

Calm down?! You think you can just say a few things and...and...

[he trails off abruptly, staring at Rung. there's- something there, something that's giving him a surge of deja vu, and he doesn't understand, why the hell would that come up...]

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[rungout]

[The therapist jerks and he's up and out of his seat in the next moment, sending out a distress signal to the only bot he can think to contact--one that's connected to the incident.

Whirl.]

Please...Please calm down...

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl is snoozing draped over the police station roof when he gets the call.]

*zzzznork* Whut? Rung?

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[rungout]

Please. He won't--Fortress Maximus is--please come here.

[It's disjointed and panicked, but at least he got a name out right?]

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Oh guess what, Rung? You just said the magic word(s). Fortress Moronicus.]

On it.

[He's so inbound you can probably hear the Awesome that is him Doppler shifting.]

[Action] ASJKFGSAJHASGJHFSAJHGFS SCREAMING WEEPING

[warborn]

[that-

he's getting to his own feet, the anger still there, certainly, but there's a whole lot more coming up, too, countering it if nothing else]

Rung, I...

[Action] Connecting it all together now!

[rungout]

[His head's throbbing worse as his back hits the wall, a hand going to his head as his optics dim some.]

I--this--please--

[Action] when should i pause for whirl?

[warborn]

[he broke the therapist.

he broke the slaggin' therapist.

there's a large part of him that is loudly pointing out how he knew that this was a bad idea, a horrible idea - the rest...the rest, well, keeps him sort of watching Rung like you would the slow fall of an out of control spaceship. it's all going to hell and there's nothing you can do, but you can't look away.]

Rung, I-it's. I'm done. Okay. See? We're done. I'm- going.