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[pffft]

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.

Comments

B

[asafepairofhands]

There are no severely critical patients left untended in the medibay, and honestly, even Ratchet needs a break from being cooped up once in a while. So he sets out on a 'supply run,' keeping relatively close while he goes through buildings he hasn't seen before to mark if they contain anything useful. He nearly trips over Prowl as he steps inside.

"Well," he says, his optics pale and flat as they flick over Prowl's frame, catching the energon leaking from his shoulder and the pliers in his hand. "I don't suppose there's a reason you didn't drop by the medibay for a visit after you were damaged. How did you sustain those injuries, by the by?"

[needlefingers]

Chromedome hasn't been having the greatest few months. There's something about losing your love for a second time and the crippling depression that comes from that that takes the joy out of life. But you know, aside from that he's doing just fine. Interacting with people you care about is completely overrated anyway.

Bitter thoughts hounded him as he wanders ghostlike through the streets. So many things he could have said and didn't. So many things he could have done, but no, he couldn't do that either. He pauses when he catches sight of the last person he wants to see. He feels he's done a good job so far avoiding his old friend, but he can't put it off forever. Besides, Chromedome feels up for a fight, whether it be verbal or otherwise.

He pauses for a long moment, summoning up all his anger to one area around his spark, and follows Prowl inside. There's no right way to start a conversation here, so instead he leans against a doorway, watching Prowl tend to his wounds with an expression of utmost loathing.

But Prowl should be used to that by now.

[optout]

Sorry Prowl, but you're going to have to fit 'being alone' into another day in your calendar. Because right now, someone else seems to have found you, and it's none other than Optimus Prime. Delaying his trip to the outskirts had opened new discoveries--the main one being Verity's presence, and even more important, her injuries. Nothing a small talk and a little bit of inching trust couldn't figure out. But speaking of trust, Optimus's has felt a little breached, and he's going to seek out his second-in-command.

He's always given Prowl the benefit of the doubt, and now is no exception. He knows whatever Prowl's reason was--it was a good one, if ill-executed.

Although finding him proved difficult. When Prowl didn't want to be found, he certainly didn't want to be found. But when finally spotting him among the wreckage of a building, he stands at the doorway, silently looking at his friend as he always had.

Worried.

"You're injured."

His hands reach out instinctively, to help.

lmk if this is okay!

[milkruns]

June doesn't know Prowl. June doesn't really know anything about him, except that he was stationed on Earth with Ratchet. And that he was the one who put Verity in the state she's in now. That's really the only salient information here. Ratchet didn't really tell her where she could find Prowl, but that's not really any matter. June figures she'll run into him eventually.

Good timing on the power armor too, Val. It's nice to finally feel safe in the knowledge that if someone missteps it won't prove immediately fatal for her. Handling the armor is another matter -- but she's mostly got the hang of it for now, taking it for a test drive around the ruined city. She's in the vicinity of Verity's place when she hears the hurried crunch of tires on gravel -- she turns in her armor, slower than she'd like, but she catches glimpse of the back of what looks like a police car. Ratchet said Prowl looked like a police car.

"Hey, hold it!" June's tone isn't angry, just firm as she strides after the car. The armor is really taking some getting used to, but once she lets herself settle into the momentum of it running really is quite satisfying. "Stop there, I want to talk to you!"

A

[taselikeabee]

If Prowl thought he had been alone, that'd be a mistake on his part. It hadn't been his intention to run into Prowl - or anyone really - but seeing that police car zip off to some unknown location with purpose can't necessarily be a good thing. Thus Bumblebee had done the only thing that he could think of: follow from a distance. Just follow, honestly. Prowl being idle and using an avatar is strange, but Bee had stayed where he is tucked away at.

He waits, honestly, for the guy to do whatever it is he had set his mind to. It's only when Prowl peels away that Bee's headlights flash at his friend to alert the other to his presence. Bumblebee swings next to Prowl, if the other doesn't just take off. He hopes not, because Bee is definitely not in the mood to chase him down.

"Someone's frustrated."

Understatement of the century, that.

B

[arnhaid]

Energon leaves a trail. However minor it might be. And things were weird enough to where seeing it probably didn't mean anything good was on the horizon. Or future or whatever.

Even though he'd taken up shadowing Optimus as his job around here, sometimes he took a break. And right now, Ironhide's break took him across the spilled energon. Of course he follows it. Of course he ends up at the blasted-out building.

What the hell was Prowl doing in a dump like this?

"Prowl? What happened to you?"

Subtle as a brick there, Ironhide.

b

[loyaute]

"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.