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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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You uh... mind if I stick around for a while?
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[silly noodle!!]
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[He nods though, and looks like he's going to settle in to just lie there with his Large roommate... for a minute. He's clearly debating something in his head. Now is probably a horrible, terrible, time. He shouldn't even want to.]
[But...]
[What if there's not another time? What if this happens again and nothing brings him back? What if --]
[He's going to go for it.]
[Thankfully, the fact they're lying down is on his side, because it doesn't take much effort just to push himself up enough to reach Riptide's cheek. And plant a smooch on it. Really quickly. Like if he lingers too long it's going to be smacked away or something.]
[Then it's FLOP back down on his side, like nothing happened at all.]
Okay, good.
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You really did miss me, wow.
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[Oops, now that the moment's over he's all embarrassed wow. Enough to half-heartedly push at Riptide's chest, hiding his face against it at the same time. While, of course, inside, his spark is doing little flips because RIPTIDE DIDN'T FREAK OUT....]
Jerkboat.
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[hey guess who's getting an arm around their shoulders SIDESWIPE IS]
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[He's allowed to do that, right?]
I wasn't trying to be. I'm going easy on you.
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[badum tssh]
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[Look at it go right over his head.]
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[he's certain he's been called far worse than anything sideswipe can conjure up.]
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[Like later when they're both a little more over this.]
I'm feeling all generous and stuff.
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[riptide snorts, pulling him in a little closer.]
I'll remember that.
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Good. Cause I'm totally expecting you to repay that generosity or something.
[Fingergun!]
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[riptide fingerguns back with the hand not holding sideswipe.]
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[... wait, shit did he just say that. Quick, fix it!]
Or like it, I dunno.
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That works.
[Are there hearts in his eyes? Maybe.]