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robothell2015-02-07 03:32 pm
asafepairofhands) wrote in robothell2015-02-07 03:32 pm
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if you pray to god for rain, don't you complain about the lightning
Who: Ratchet and YOU and also whoever else wants to set up threads in here
What: Ratchet's limping around on crutches, feel free to put yourself in the line of fire
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A little while after Drift is conscious
Warnings: YELLING? yelling probably
Well, it had been a few days and nobody had nearly died again so Ratchet starts to let himself relax a little.
Not much, mind--Drift and Nautica are still bedridden, if not critical, and there are people in and out all the time. This is completely ignoring the fact that Pharma and Tarn are wandering around out there somewhere, probably terrorizing the general populace or maiming things or doing whatever else psychotic killers do in their clearly abundant free time. Ratchet has no such luxury, and he works, maintaining the patients he already has on top of trying to handle anyone else who comes in the door. He's just not necessarily pleasant about it.
What: Ratchet's limping around on crutches, feel free to put yourself in the line of fire
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A little while after Drift is conscious
Warnings: YELLING? yelling probably
Well, it had been a few days and nobody had nearly died again so Ratchet starts to let himself relax a little.
Not much, mind--Drift and Nautica are still bedridden, if not critical, and there are people in and out all the time. This is completely ignoring the fact that Pharma and Tarn are wandering around out there somewhere, probably terrorizing the general populace or maiming things or doing whatever else psychotic killers do in their clearly abundant free time. Ratchet has no such luxury, and he works, maintaining the patients he already has on top of trying to handle anyone else who comes in the door. He's just not necessarily pleasant about it.
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Ratchet watches Megatron balefully for a moment before he cycles his vents in a sharp rush and jerks his chin towards one of the slabs.
"Sit down, so I can start scanning you. It's going to take some time to be able to get new optic glass, but I'll see what I can do about everything else." He does a few quick scans then gets to work on Megatron's leg, his mouth set into a tight line.
"You didn't kill him, did you." It isn't really a question, and between the size of the dents and the short, rough transfers of purple paint Ratchet doesn't even pretend to not know from whom Megatron had collected his injuries.
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"No, I didn't," he says, watching Ratchet work with a small, restrained frown. "I've gathered that was an unpopular decision."