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[schrodingersbot]

Pain. That is the first semi-coherent thought Perceptor acknowledges as he slowly starts clawing his way out of recharge. Every circuit, every relay, every diode in his body aches abominably, and for several long moments, he honestly wonders if it would not simply be easier and more satisfactory to slip into permanent stasis lock. He's been more

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[megrimlocksmash]

Grimlock, back in dinosaur mode, is looking right at the edge when Perceptor looks over.

"What you think you were doing, Perceptor?" he snaps.

[megrimlocksmash]

((...looming. Not looking. Looming right at the edge of the bed. >_>;;))

[violet_cure]

The next thing he'll notice is Cureall's face next to his head. And Primus, does she look angry. Her optics are narrow slits of angry glowing blue. When she speaks it is with a quite hiss, "I hope your CPU hurts like a Sharkticon chewed it up and spit it out."

[schrodingersbot]

"Wish granted," Perceptor offers very quietly, all physical pains quite suddenly forgotten in the face of their anger.

He's never heard her use personal pronouns before. That she is now speaks volumes about the depth of her fury. For all that Grimlock could quite easily smash him into a messy metalic pulp, it is the minibot femme whom he fears most immediately.

Of course, the looming dinobot is not to be discounted.

Dropping into permanant stasis is sounding more and more enticing as every micro tics past. Such an escape is denied Perceptor, however, and so, finally bowing to current circumstance, he slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position.

"I was... I..." his voice trails off, and he cannot answer them. He shakes his head and stares down at his hands hopelessly. He is having a hard time pinpointing just exactly when it was that his life seemed to start falling apart.