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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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"I handled it. And I don't have time to go chasing after you if you're not here, not with two critical patients and everything else that's going on."
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"I would have rather him tear the whole city streets apart going after you than tear you limb from limb. We can rebuild. We can't rebuild you."
He punches the door open, then pauses and transforms into his ambulance mode, idling for a moment. (It's a city built for giant transforming robots, okay. There are big doors everywhere.)
"I'm a little bit tired of being helpless to keep people I care about from being torn apart. You could have had someone tell me. Friends generally tell their friends when something bad has happened to them, or you know, get someone else to if they can't. So, if you'll excuse me, sir, I have some rubbish to take out."