Who: Ratchet (
redwhitensnark) and Orihime (
leekspin)
What: A chance encounter. After hiding in the Medbay for several days, busy with projects, Ratchet emerges to remind himself what it feels like to be outside for a bit.
Where: Eastern District, the beach.
When: Saurday evening the 31st of July, sunset.
Warnings: None.
Notes: None.
His work on fixing Squall's memory issues was nearly complete. Unfortunately, it seemed that for all the time Ratchet had spent locked up in his own building, dutifully working away, things outside had changed little. Certainly there were now several more newly Wakened in Nautilus, but people were still dying. And as far as Ratchet knew, no one had yet been caught. The laws were decided on, the punishments set. But what good were the Justices and Lawyers right now? Nothing moved forward without catching the killer, first.
Seated in the sand in his default Cybertronian mode, Ratchet watched as the tide rolled in and the sky began to change color over the horizon to a deeper, more velvety blue mixed with the purple of twilight. With a little bit of almost careless bending, he coaxed a thin blue line of ocean water away from the rolling waves and dragged it through the sand toward his stabilizing servos. Controlling it was simple, almost a distraction as he let part of his mind wander. One hand motioned for the water to levitate and it did so, Ratchet directing the thin stream to twist through the air around his wrist and fingers.
It had been nearly a year since he had confessed his feelings to a certain winged lady, the two of them surviving a near death experience together and realizing that their relationship was possibly more than platonic. Yet it was in recent weeks that Ratchet was feeling more and more as though Lady Subaru's absence was meant to be. It would have hurt her so much to deal with Sari's murder, to know that friends, family and neighbors were being so ruthlessly slaughtered. To an idealist like her, it did not matter that death was usually impermanent. Murder was a crime, painful for the victim and the city, itself. And what if Subaru had remained and ended up another casualty?
Ratchet had barely been able to stand it when she'd nearly been killed during the Lunar Cry. He couldn't imagine Subaru being forced to kill herself. Possibly with her own weapon. Possibly with some of the tools in the Medbay--
He frowned and shuttered his optics briefly, halting that terrible line of thought.
No.... No, she was better off back in her own world, asleep and blissfully ignorant of Nautilus' problems. There, she was safe. She could lead as much of a normal life as she was capable of, even though she was bound to a wheelchair. It was still better than dying repeatedly and watching others go through the same.
Venting a sigh, Ratchet levitated some sand around his other hand and let the two streams of earth and water intertwine. Watching the patterns created by the two elements in motion, he was finally able to let go of his less than pleasant thoughts and settle further as the sky continued to darken overhead.