Shape the Invisible [OPEN]
Who: Ratchet (redwhitensnark) and whoever is in the mood to visit. (Feel free to interrupt him.)
What: Nauatilus' head of medical has a lot of his processors. Rather than let it all eat at him, he decides to initiate a meditation session to further sharpen his focus for the purpose of bending.
Where: Northern District, outside the medbay.
When: Thursday ( Read more... )
What: Nauatilus' head of medical has a lot of his processors. Rather than let it all eat at him, he decides to initiate a meditation session to further sharpen his focus for the purpose of bending.
Where: Northern District, outside the medbay.
When: Thursday ( Read more... )
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He, too, had been thinking on the implications of the Ashura's words, on the lessons learned from a younger, freer self.
Chaos without order is meaningless. Order without chaos is stagnant. The two dance, twins ever circling each other, and where their shadows meet begins the universe.
Sari was right in some ways. He could bear to loosen up a little. He was right in some ways. Life without focus was meaningless.
He still loathed the idea of war, but much as it had been at home, here he finally had something to fight for.
Still. He wondered if he would ever have his peace.
He had been sitting in the dojo, his processor turning over these thoughts, when he felt it.
Bumblebee was gone.
He didn't know how he knew. Perhaps it was cyber-ninja training, perhaps it was his faint connection with the AllSpark, or maybe it was nothing more than the eerie silence - regardless, he knew in his Spark ( ... )
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Some order to his chaos.
In teaching the younger bot, Prowl had found more than a simple student. He'd found a son.
And what a time to finally have that revelation.
Losing Bumblebee hurt as much as losing Yoketron had - no, more. Do not sacrifice the future to preserve the past.
A part of the future was gone now. Once again, Prowl had failed in his task. It did not even occur to him that nothing could be done.
He wandered aimlessly through the city with no thought at all to his direction. Bumblebee was gone, truly gone. What did it matter, where he was going? He didn't transform, didn't dance lightly across rooftops - he trudged.
It was thus that he wasn't even aware that he'd walked all the way to the medbay.
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It doesn't surprise him to see Prowl. It does, however, hurt him to see his brother brought so low. As it is, the only way Ratchet is managing to stave off the pain, himself, is to stay focused on what is coming.
This brings the loss back into sharper focus, however.
"Prowl..."
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It's very strange, now. He remembers pieces of the last week like something distant, like something from his childhood, but it's part of him now.
He looks up, his optics weary.
"Hello," he says, and then adds, "brother."
That actually brings a slight smile to his face.
"May I join you?"
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Oh. Right. Maybe it had been the good half hour of being stuck up in the bathroom, coughing and dry-heaving into the sink. Didn’t matter how many times he washed; he could rub his flesh raw and he would never be cleaner than he was two seconds ago. That would require effort.
Maybe the transition had tacked on a few days of actual good health to his lifespan. Either way, he wasn’t one to start looking a gift horse in the mouth. Coughing and dry-heaving was a step up from the chunks of organ tissue that he had churned out in alleyways or trash cans or toilets when no one was looking. Or suspected no one was looking. Wouldn’t that make things terribly convenient. It was part of the reason he couldn’t keep bothering Wendy for long ( ... )
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He also remembered much more than he cared to let on. Having been crazy for a week didn’t leave him with the most pleasant of aftermaths, but hid it behind a pretty pleasant smile that wasn’t all so pleasant when his lips were also pretty cracked as well. With his skin so dried up, it was difficult to say whether he could summon tears if he ever, god forbid, cried again.
take care of yourself“Yeah, I’ll try.” Didn’t always mean he’d do it very well, but who needed to know that part? Should’ve been obvious at Alexander wasn’t always the most ace of people when it came to self-awareness. He looked pretty bad on the surface-just think of what else he was covering up. “Thanks. For lookin’ after me and all ( ... )
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Quietly, he's been making himself scarce. Most of the time, he spends himself in the Batcave. Sitting in his room and just not understanding. Trying to figure out what he's done wrong. Why Starscream left him behind. He's been doing everything he said, so...
How many times has he had to see them go? And get ditched by Jinx. And leaving behind the HIVE FIVE against his will. And Squall's leaving and it's not fair and he's so sick of this.
And now another threat is coming.
People say he's a hero in the future. But how can be that be? Is he supposed to help rise up against this threat too?
Who knows.
Kyd Wykkyd quietly steps out from the Medbay. He doesn't say anything to Ratchet; he just silently sits himself down next to the medic, pulling his legs up to himself and burying his face against his own arms.
He's not looking for anything. Just someone to be next to.
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The dynamics created by all the connections in the city are odd to say the least. Just the ones between Ratchet, Wykkyd and by extension Sari and Starscream are complicated. The medic is uncertain as to why Kyd Wykkyd recently ended up at the medbay, though the fact that the doors are open to him has never changed since Ratchet made the offer all those weeks ago. Reasons aside, Ratchet is willing to look after the youngster just as selfishly as he guards anyone else he has brought in through the doors.
The medic shifts his position, bringing one knee up so he can rest an arm on his knee joint while his other hand drops down behind Wykkyd, palm barely touching his back.
Ratchet says nothing, gazing out across the way at the other buildings on the street. No sense in forcing the issue if Wykkyd is merely looking for company and not necessarily conversation.
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Slowly, the teleporter turns and leans against his palm, curling up against it.
It's a stupid, childish thing to do, but the company is nice and he's tired of being alone already. It's barely been a few days and he hates feeling all these things all over again.
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One of Ratchet's fingers finds the kid's back and rubs it a little. The gesture and message are simple enough. I care and I'm here.
Really, it's getting to be less and less of a secret that the old bot has a soft spot for the younger set.
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He's managed to bend a few small things, but when he compares that to the feats of some of the more talented of the city's denizens - well. Willing a box of dryer sheets into existence can't really compare with Mr. Jefferson's altering the flow of time like he did that once. Jamie sincerely hopes they're not all expected to be at that level of Bending prowess, because he's sure he'll never be able to rise to the challenge ( ... )
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"Have a seat in the shade, kiddo." He pats the ground next to him before resting his hand on one knee joint. "Just out for a stroll or are you like some of the rest of us, worried about all the nonsense that's gone on and still to come?"
He's fairly sure it's the latter. One would either have to be completely insane or have been living under a rock for the last week or so to not be at least a BIT concerned about the business involving Isis. And while the thought's already occurred to him before, seeing Jamie causes it to resurface... It won't just be the adults and those accustomed to combat who will have to help defend the city. If Nautilus is to stand, likely everyone will have to help somehow...
Even the kids.
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"Mn, yeah. Been trying to Bend, y'know, like Jin said we needed to, but..." He lifts one shoulder in a chagrined shrug. "Haven't been making much progress. Thought I'd take a break. Just for a little while."
There's a lot he leaves unsaid - that he's worried about being able to do his part in the conflict to come, that the worry is something that threatens to erupt into full-blown panic if he allows himself to dwell on it too much - but he's not quite ready to admit to that just yet. Instead he glances up at Ratchet, a little hesitantly. "What about you? 'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
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