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prowl ([personal profile] pffft) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-06-04 03:46 pm

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Who: Prowl & YOU?
Where: Somewhere in the city
When: A day or so after giving Verity a concussion
What: Prowl has a few robot papercuts and bruises to patch up; he also searches the fuck out of Verity's apartment
Warnings: Asshole ahoy, and some self repair

A.
With relatively minor injuries, there was nothing stopping Prowl from continuing his pursuit of the Aequitas data once Verity had escaped and he was left alone. No repurposed debris or improvised lock was left unturned as he searched her apartment via holoform. Being able to Sherlock-sense his way through a room certainly helped narrow it down, but in the end his search was unfruitful.

All he'd pulled from the impromptu home were data slugs - ones that were quickly discovered to be dummies once he ran a scan of them through his systems. Leaving nearly everything as it was, nearly everything, he shifts back into vehicle mode and abandons the building. 

A dead end.

B.

Eventually, Prowl allows himself a moment of reprise in a blasted out building he'd found for himself. Not the most glamorous of locations, but functional for what he needed. Somewhere to sit, be alone and tend to himself. 

Prowl's wounds were minor enough that any Autobot with basic knowledge of first aid could repair them. His tools were rudimentary, but functional enough to realign some of the actuators that had been popped out of place. The pain was dull as he picked into the transformation joints of his ankle with a pair of large pliers, feeling them snap back into their anchors with a little persuasion.  

Satisfied, he slides away his shoulder armor to begin to dig into his shoulder joint, unbothered by the small amount of energon still seeping out of broken lines. That should heal well enough on its own.
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[personal profile] loyaute 2015-06-12 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"That was incredibly stupid of you," Arcee says from where she's perched on one of the openings in a wall - crouched with one hand digging into the crumbling walls. Knowing Prowl like she does, it's only a matter of time before he went to lick his wounds rather than seek medical attention. His pride getting in the way, and his stubbornness which she feels he'd deny existed. But that was Prowl.

She doesn't offer to help.
Edited 2015-06-12 21:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] loyaute 2015-06-14 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Her expression doesn't change at his irritation, just a slight tilt of her head in indication that she heard him before answering. "Do you want an answer or a reason to justify your anger?"

Prowl's anger doesn't scare her. Any attempts he might try to retaliate don't either. She's seen worse, she's felt worse. Her anger is a razor sharp blade that's tempered by the continual murder of Jihaxus, what can Prowl do that's worse? She doesn't know and she doesn't care.
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[personal profile] loyaute 2015-06-19 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
She would like to make it known that her mucking around in his business has never been unwarrented by sane standards. Arcee shrugs, optics flickering from his face up towards the crumbling roof of the building.

"I hear things," she says. She doesn't know exactly, but she knows Prowl. "You want it. You only want things when you think you can do something with it better than someone else."
Edited 2015-06-19 02:27 (UTC)