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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 keeps his optics focused on the screen, watching megatron beat tarn into the ground.]
Considering what Tarn is known for, I don't think I even got it that bad. I shouldn't feel like this.
[maybe that'll make luke feel better.]
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[is it tarn that does that? fuck it, one of the djd does. what's the difference.]
I know, but he's still here, isn't he?
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Um, yes. He faced trial and was given the maximum sentence.
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That wouldn't happen to be spark containment, would it?
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[Nailed it.]
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[he doesn't care much right now. riptide just sighs.]
So I guess he'll break out and kill everyone. I don't know why they bothered bringing me back.
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[he shakes his head.]
That's what everyone says.
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I know. [Or, he doesn't know, but he's not surprised.] I can't ask you to be hopeful, or patient, or optimistic, or any of those things. I just know I'm glad you're back here with us.
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[he just doesn't have the mental energy to be anything other than a sad sack of shit right now.]
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I don't mind the way you are now. Like I said, I'm just happy you're here. [If you ever want to talk... no, don't say it. It's probably too much.] I like talking to you, whatever mood you're in.
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[he grins. he's already doing really well on the repressing thing!]