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You Keep Coming Up
Who: Drift, Ratchet, Pharma. Anyone else hanging around the clinic?
What: The reunion no one wanted.
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A day or two after Pharma's meeting with Tarn.
Warnings: Lots of bitchiness and angry and yelling.
Well. A nice little chat with Tarn was all very good and all (not really), but there was still a small manner of the fact that Pharma had no shelter, nothing to sustain himself, and still absolutely no idea what was going on. He's been making do finding small alcoves of rubble to recharge under, but he needed some place to settle down, if only temporarily.
He doesn't realize he's hit some semblance of a building until he's practically right in front of the entrance of it. He blinks, pressing one hand against it and just staring for a moment. This seems like good shelter, but... it was also probably inhabited already. After all, this place was hardly completely abandoned.
"I'm unarmed." It's the first thing he can think of saying in the off-chance that there's someone here as he steps through the entrance. After a moment, he shrugs and mutters to himself, "Although if you're the sort that shoots first and asks questions later, that doesn't really do much good, does it?"
What: The reunion no one wanted.
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A day or two after Pharma's meeting with Tarn.
Warnings: Lots of bitchiness and angry and yelling.
Well. A nice little chat with Tarn was all very good and all (not really), but there was still a small manner of the fact that Pharma had no shelter, nothing to sustain himself, and still absolutely no idea what was going on. He's been making do finding small alcoves of rubble to recharge under, but he needed some place to settle down, if only temporarily.
He doesn't realize he's hit some semblance of a building until he's practically right in front of the entrance of it. He blinks, pressing one hand against it and just staring for a moment. This seems like good shelter, but... it was also probably inhabited already. After all, this place was hardly completely abandoned.
"I'm unarmed." It's the first thing he can think of saying in the off-chance that there's someone here as he steps through the entrance. After a moment, he shrugs and mutters to himself, "Although if you're the sort that shoots first and asks questions later, that doesn't really do much good, does it?"
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So he stops, chainsaw still out, watching First Aid like a hawk as he vents, hard and shallow. The gun's gone, but he could still reach for it if he hesitates, couldn't he? So Pharma kicks the detached arm away, hopefully enough out of reach that he can react again if First Aid decides to go for it.
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The flow of energon keeps spurting from the stump in pulses before First Aid gets enough of a grip on his senses to reroute the energon flow. He vents raggedly, the sound almost wet, and his visor is so bright it's almost white.
He looks down at his arm as it's kicked aside, his detached hand still tightly gripping the gun. Can he grab it before Pharma takes off his head?
"Is this a-about making me suffer?"
He shifts, circling a distance from Pharma, trying to get into a better position to grab the gun.
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Pharma counters his movements against First Aid's, every intent now to dissuade him from going for the gun again. He can't even remember what his original purpose in coming here was, but right now all he can do is eliminate the possibility of having his head exploded again. Something he'd really rather not re-live.