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thisavrou_log2016-05-26 08:51 pm
knaval) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-26 08:51 pm
Entry tags:
semi open
Who: riptide and misc people. ya'll know who you are
When: 26th onwards a few days
Where: cryo, riptide's room and cargo bay, mostly
What: like most people, riptide is not too happy about being waking up after being tortured to death
Warnings: possible mentions of torture and death. will update with more if needed
a. elsa
[riptide wakes up with a start, and immediately starts panicking. he pushes himself out of the cyro tube and collapses, venting heavily and rapidly while looking around in confusion. someone was right over him, where-- did he keep his promise? a whimper escapes him as he can't help but remember the quantum lost light and the mutilated corpses of it's crew.]
Luke! [it's not exactly what riptide meant to yell, but it was the first thought that came to mind. luke had been kicked and-- killed him? his rapid venting slows down as the clear memory of his spark chamber being ripped out pushes itself to the forefront of his mind. riptide hunches in on himself for a moment, then stops. hissing in irritation and pain - his arm, his arm is still broken. shakily holding it up, riptide watches as the energon and oil from his snapped fingers rolls lazily down his forearm.
he doesn't really know what to do. he hates himself for baiting that decepticon into attacking him and is too currently too scared to even stand up and go to see what's going on. even worse, luke and god knows how many other people could be dead because he couldn't stop himself from running his mouth. luke just wanted to help.
pressing his non-broken hand to his face, riptide lets out a garbled sob. this month has been the worst.]
b. megatron
[he'd wanted a good while longer to figure out what to say to megatron. there was no way riptide was just going to ignore his existence and let him off the hook for that guy.
unfortunately for riptide, his shitty luck continues. he's not half way down the corridor before he recognises the iconic shape of the buckethead and his optics widen, not really knowing what to say. can he just... scooch past the guy? probably not.
a wave of emotion hits him in the chest before he can even process it and he immediately yells:] WHERE WERE YOU?!
[he doesn't actually blame megatron for not answering, despite everything.]
c. open-ish? kinda? u know who u are
[he's only been back online for about three hours but riptide is already exhausted. it feels like less than ten minutes ago he was being ripped to pieces and combined with the amount of emotions and what he woke up expecting to see, riptide is almost entirely spent already.
clomping to his room and ignoring absolutely everyone who might try and interact with him on the way in, he gets up onto the berth and lays down, staring at the wall. he knows he won't be able to fall into recharge just yet, but laying here and not moving seems like the next best thing.]
When: 26th onwards a few days
Where: cryo, riptide's room and cargo bay, mostly
What: like most people, riptide is not too happy about being waking up after being tortured to death
Warnings: possible mentions of torture and death. will update with more if needed
a. elsa
[riptide wakes up with a start, and immediately starts panicking. he pushes himself out of the cyro tube and collapses, venting heavily and rapidly while looking around in confusion. someone was right over him, where-- did he keep his promise? a whimper escapes him as he can't help but remember the quantum lost light and the mutilated corpses of it's crew.]
Luke! [it's not exactly what riptide meant to yell, but it was the first thought that came to mind. luke had been kicked and-- killed him? his rapid venting slows down as the clear memory of his spark chamber being ripped out pushes itself to the forefront of his mind. riptide hunches in on himself for a moment, then stops. hissing in irritation and pain - his arm, his arm is still broken. shakily holding it up, riptide watches as the energon and oil from his snapped fingers rolls lazily down his forearm.
he doesn't really know what to do. he hates himself for baiting that decepticon into attacking him and is too currently too scared to even stand up and go to see what's going on. even worse, luke and god knows how many other people could be dead because he couldn't stop himself from running his mouth. luke just wanted to help.
pressing his non-broken hand to his face, riptide lets out a garbled sob. this month has been the worst.]
b. megatron
[he'd wanted a good while longer to figure out what to say to megatron. there was no way riptide was just going to ignore his existence and let him off the hook for that guy.
unfortunately for riptide, his shitty luck continues. he's not half way down the corridor before he recognises the iconic shape of the buckethead and his optics widen, not really knowing what to say. can he just... scooch past the guy? probably not.
a wave of emotion hits him in the chest before he can even process it and he immediately yells:] WHERE WERE YOU?!
[he doesn't actually blame megatron for not answering, despite everything.]
c. open-ish? kinda? u know who u are
[he's only been back online for about three hours but riptide is already exhausted. it feels like less than ten minutes ago he was being ripped to pieces and combined with the amount of emotions and what he woke up expecting to see, riptide is almost entirely spent already.
clomping to his room and ignoring absolutely everyone who might try and interact with him on the way in, he gets up onto the berth and lays down, staring at the wall. he knows he won't be able to fall into recharge just yet, but laying here and not moving seems like the next best thing.]
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[he says it with a grin, though it's obviously forced. riptide's tried to not freak out on elsa, though the anxiety and trauma of what happened - for him - several minutes ago is pressing down heavily on his spark.]
Thanks, though. Sorry about leaking all over your floor.
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[ Her response is sheepish, but sympathetic at the same time. It's really not hard to see that the grin he puts on has no real heart behind it, that it's completely forced. Whether it's because he's in pain physically or emotionally, or both, she's not sure.
But she feels so bad. It's almost tempting to offer him a hug, or something, except that she's bad with physical contact and honestly has no idea how the robots feel about things like that. ]
You're welcome. And don't worry about it, it's not your fault.
[ The apology is waved off and she simply offers Riptide a concerned look. ]
Is there someone on the ship who can fix your arm for you? I can help you get in contact with them, if you'd like. Or even someone who could come down to help you get there.
[ She'd certainly offer to assist there, but is unfortunately not quite big or strong enough to be of much use, she's sure. ]
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No, I'll be fine. This sort of thing isn't really debilitating, you don't want to know how many times I've lost a limb.
[riptide doesn't touch on 'it's not your fault, though he winces when she says it. elsa is so good and helpful, riptide doesn't think she should know about the stupid crap he did. about luke.]
I can get myself to the medibay.
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If you're sure. It's really no trouble, though.
[ Even if he can function with limbs entirely lost, it still feels wrong to let someone injured go off on their own, without any help or even any company. Still, if he insists, she won't press more on the issue. ]
I don't know if you've been in cryo before, but we're essentially in the medbay. You don't have far to go at all.
[ Offering what she hopes is a reassuring smile, Elsa stands properly and steps back, gesturing with the wave of one arm the direction out of cryo and to the actual medbay. ]