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robothell2015-09-02 08:25 pm
staygoldponybot) wrote in robothell2015-09-02 08:25 pm
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Who: sentinel and proteus
Where: wherever the water hole is
When: post the fuckening
What: pissbaby collusion
Warnings: sentinel and proteus
Sentinel coughs and groans as his optics slowly come back online. He wasn't entirely sure when exactly he'd fallen asleep but evidently it had been after something impressively eventful; he'd passed out half in a road, half on the pavement and one foot stuck in a rusted, empty robo-newspaper dispenser. He has a pounding headache, and he can't remember if it's from drinking a positively inordinate amount of high grade the night before or the small crater under his head. Did someone stomp on his face? Like, maybe a Metrotitan? This isn't befitting of a Prime, but Sentinel isn't even close to conscious enough to care.
Stumbling to his feet, he looks around and fortunately, has spent enough days and nights wandering around that he recognises the area. Close to the city limits and more importantly: the crater. Sentinel is fairly certain he'd like to go and have a complete tantrum and punch some boulders again, but alas, his splintered knuckles disagree. Instead, he opts to skid down to the bottom and grab some energon crystals. For what? He's not sure. It just makes him feel better having something incredibly explosive in his hands.
He makes it about five steps in to the crater before his scanner pings. That's new - more often than not Sentinel is alone here. Who exactly it is surprises him further. Why the hell is Proteus here? Sentinel had honestly thought he was dead. A pity the signature is living; he could really have used those jet engines for something.
Oh well. Time to ruin a certain senator's day.
Where: wherever the water hole is
When: post the fuckening
What: pissbaby collusion
Warnings: sentinel and proteus
Sentinel coughs and groans as his optics slowly come back online. He wasn't entirely sure when exactly he'd fallen asleep but evidently it had been after something impressively eventful; he'd passed out half in a road, half on the pavement and one foot stuck in a rusted, empty robo-newspaper dispenser. He has a pounding headache, and he can't remember if it's from drinking a positively inordinate amount of high grade the night before or the small crater under his head. Did someone stomp on his face? Like, maybe a Metrotitan? This isn't befitting of a Prime, but Sentinel isn't even close to conscious enough to care.
Stumbling to his feet, he looks around and fortunately, has spent enough days and nights wandering around that he recognises the area. Close to the city limits and more importantly: the crater. Sentinel is fairly certain he'd like to go and have a complete tantrum and punch some boulders again, but alas, his splintered knuckles disagree. Instead, he opts to skid down to the bottom and grab some energon crystals. For what? He's not sure. It just makes him feel better having something incredibly explosive in his hands.
He makes it about five steps in to the crater before his scanner pings. That's new - more often than not Sentinel is alone here. Who exactly it is surprises him further. Why the hell is Proteus here? Sentinel had honestly thought he was dead. A pity the signature is living; he could really have used those jet engines for something.
Oh well. Time to ruin a certain senator's day.
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All he does is dim his optics and hum lightly when Proteus gets to work on his face. He doesn't even want to know how bad it is and... he really hopes Proteus doesn't notice the fist indentation either.
A groan escapes him. "If only I could fly..." and also not pick fights with .1%er miners but u know u know
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Proteus just keeps at it instead, rinsing the cloth in water once Sentinel's face was a shimmering red and gold again.
"Well, I suppose you could always climb if you were that eager to follow."
He hovers to the ex-Prime's back armor, beginning to clean off the obscene shoulder cannons strapped to it.
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"I don't miss you quite that much."
That being said, he does actually want to know where Proteus lives. For... reasons. He'll ask later, right now he shifts some armour plates around the cannons so Proteus can get in easier.