Ironhide (
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2010-09-08 12:20 pm
53rd Transmission - Video (Event ! Bodyswap)
[The video opens on Ratchet. Who looks exceedingly peeved. Moreso than those familiar with him may have ever seen him. In fact, he looks as if he'd very much like to rip his communicator in half.]
Whoever is in possession of my medic will inform me of his whereabouts. Immediately! Or I shall tear you apart!
Where has the captain put him! Answer me!
[... well. That's certainly not something Ratchet would ever say.]
Whoever is in possession of my medic will inform me of his whereabouts. Immediately! Or I shall tear you apart!
Where has the captain put him! Answer me!
[... well. That's certainly not something Ratchet would ever say.]

[Action]
[As to the rest, he just sort of snorts.]
Your armor density and balance need severe overhauls. That is what I expect.
[And now there's an awkward pause.]
I... was not aware of some of them.
Re: [Action]
While a combat situation is unlikely, it is best you be prepared all the same.
[He shifts awkward, trying to ease some of the weight off Ironhide's much-abused hip joint.]
... That... goes for both of us.
[Action]
[He tries to make an exasperated gesture, but, predictably, overbalances a little, and wobbles sideways. That was not as planned.]
... You all right?
[Action]
[He grits his teeth, hissing. If they ever had the supplies, he would build Ironhide an entirely new hip, if this was how it felt on a daily basis.]
And I am fine. Frustrated with the situation.
[Action]
Can.
[And then the expression darkens. He approaches Ratchet, lowering a hand to that oh-so-familiar injury.]
... And in pain. Get used to it... after a while.
[Action]
[He huffs, broad shoulders sagging slightly.]
These damages are from long before you arrived on this ship, Ironhide. You should not let yourself suffer like this.
[Action]
[He tilts his head slightly, studying his own frame. This is... surreal, to say the least. Almost absently, he reaches up to poke at some of the scarring on his face.]
Not suffering if you stop noticing it.
[Action]
[The sensitivity of the scar makes him twitch slightly, narrowing his good optic.]
You should have told me.
[Action]
[He... smirks. Very slightly. And repeats the motion.]
You were preoccupied.
[Action]
[His engine makes a sound somewhere between a growl and purr, leaning into his hand all the same.]
[Action]
[He pauses for a second, snorting.]
Told you they were sensitive.
[Action]
[He's still leaning into that hand, grumbling.]
It does not make any logical sense why they would be...
[Action]
[He doesn't move the hand, watching him with a neutral expression.]
No. Never understood it, either.