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[violet_cure]

Cureall cannot help but feel a little nervous. Most teleporting she does is by PIN and is about as traumatizing as stepping through a door. But she can feel Kigan all around her, so she could not really be afraid.

She's more than a little nervous about this Charlie person she is about to meet though.

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[kigan_starborn]

And then the the journey ends with a soft thump, and they're standing in a nice-sized outer office as Uzulee blinks at them from where she'd been sitting in the middle of her desk playing 3D Tetris.

Kigan nods to her. "Charlie wanted to see me."

"Oh!" The small brunette's face clears. "Kigan! Wow, I like that form. Go on in." Then she grins at Cureall. "Hi."

[violet_cure]

Cureall's clinging grip on Kigan's arm loosens when she see's Uzulee's familiar face. "Miss Uzulee! Hello! Kigan is your friend too?" She blinks at the game and points at a block. "That one should go left."

[random_xtras]

"Well, we just met." Uzulee grins. "But most travelers feel like family."

Then she looks at the floating holograms and nods. "Yes, it should indeed...."

Kigan chuckles and kisses Cure on the forehead, then takes her hand and leads her toward the inner door.

[violet_cure]

Cureall squeaks when she is kissed and waves goodbye to Uzulee and follows Kigan. "See you later Miss Uzulee."

[random_xtras]

He frowns slightly and looks her in the optic. "Don't ever doubt yourself, Cureall. Even people that others see as weak and small can change worlds."

[violet_cure]

She shys up and tries to look anywhere but at the man. "Just wanna help people, not change the world."

[random_xtras]

He pats her gently on the shoulder and gives Kigan an approving look and a nod.

Then he turns back to her. "That's the important part, trueheart."

[violet_cure]

She turns her optics back to Charlie and gives him a small smile. "Yes, sir. This one thinks so at least." She still feels a little shy, mainly because he has heard of her and she wants to make a good impression on him to combat any possible negativity. On the bright side she's not being super clingy on Kigan.

[random_xtras]

She's permitted. Charlie proudly hands Mada right over, then shucks his jacket and telekinetically sends it toward the closet. "Grab a seat, I'll get the drinks."

Kigan looks up from grinning at Mada, then chooses the sturdiest looking couch and gently guides Cureall toward it in a gentlemanly fashion.

[violet_cure]

Cureall happily follows Kigan and sits downs while still cuddling the little girl. Oh yes, she dearly loves little ones.

"Such a pretty little girl."

[random_xtras]

"Thank you." Mada beams at her, curls bouncing. Then she looks over her shoulder. "You saw my ama, right? She's pretty too."

Kigan chuckles at that, and she turns her grin to him before adding to Cureall, "But you're really really pretty too! I like you!"

[violet_cure]

Cureall beams at the girl's complement and lifts her up for a kiss on the cheek. There is just a little bit of shock, like sticking one's tounge to a battery.

"You are sweet. You would love this one's commander, she is the loveliest Autobot of them all."

[kigan_starborn]

"It is," says Kigan, sipping thoughtfully and showing no trace of a wince. "But very interesting. There are a lot of flavors in this."

Mada tips her head back against Cureall to watch him, then lifts her juice cup without touching it.

[violet_cure]

Cureall giggles softly. "That is good. This one sometimes likes to mix her energon with other fuels."

She looks down at the little girl and grins. "Someone takes after her Daddy."

[kigan_starborn]

Kigan smiles, then looks at Mada himself. "I... well, I don't really need to eat. But it's interesting sometimes."

"Yup!" says Mada. "I got great grammy's blue eyes!"

[violet_cure]

"And they are very lovely eyes as well." She says, tousling the little girls hair gently. She blinks up at Charlie for a moment as a thought comes to her. "Is it alright to give her candy?"

[random_xtras]

"So you're a medic?" rumbles Charlie, looking at her with a keen smile.

[violet_cure]

She nods and turns to smile at him. "Yes sir. This one is a medic, specializing in pratical nursing for recovering patients, but she can perform most major operations with the aid of a more experianced medic."

[random_xtras]

"Why did you choose that career feild?" He reaches for another piece of fudge, his beer set aside and forgotten for the moment.

[violet_cure]

Cureall thinks for a moment on this. "It wasn't entirely this one's choice. When she was created, her actual build was more along the lines of a...comforter? That might be a good human phrase for it. Back before the war, they were usually workers in resturants and hotels. They spent time with lonely people who missed families to talk to, serving them energon and talking to them. But...this once the war started, Cybertronians began to takes sides and...change. There was no more need for them, but this one's creator was lonely and made himself four comforters, but he was killed in a blitz before he could activate us. Later the autobots activated us and assigned this one to medical, because she wished to be of the most comfort to people, and not to fight."