32nd Transmission -- Forward-Dated just a few hours

[heavyweaponsbot]

[An accidental transmission, this time. Silence at first. Is it recording from the site of the downed ceiling?

... Judging from the sudden gasp of air through intake cycles, no, it's not. There's no slow wakening when you're an Autobot. Everything comes back online at once. And you lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to get your bearings.]


Where...? Oh.

[Metal creaks, and he groans, deciding against moving for the moment.]

What happened?



((ooc: So. What do you lose when you're a giant robot who wears no clothing? Or carries possessions? Either way, he's back in his room. Bracing himself for scolding.))

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Easy.

[He sort of... awkwardly reaches over to pat her.] I am not that easy to kill.

[Hell, if there hadn't been shards of lighting stuck in him when the ceiling went down, he probably would have gotten back up again.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You're not supposed to die at all. You're...invincible. You're Ironhide.

You don't...die.

[This has seriously shaken her up.]

AHAHAH I totally thought I tagged this back.

[heavyweaponsbot]

If Optimus can fall in battle, Mikaela... why not me? He... was supposed to be invincible.

I came back. Everything... is all right.

[He means it. Things are fine.]

8D /sneaks tags in

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She gives a quick shake of her head. Optimus is, of course, a good fighter - she's seen it.

But this is Ironhide. He's a tank. He just...he doesn't die.]

Yeah. Everything's just fine.

You sneaky thing.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He nudges her with a hand, trying to make her a little less... whatever it is. Upset?]

Mean that.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She smiles faintly at him, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Yeah. It's...great. I just...

[She clears her throat.]

I just can't lose anyone else...anymore.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

It will take more than a broken ceiling to take me down permanently...

[The strength is back in his voice, the surety. He means that, and he wants her to know it.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, of course.

[Straightening, she gives him another smile, this one a little stronger.]


Just uh...try not to do it again?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Another nudge, with those big, scarred knuckles of his.]

I can try. No promises. At least... here.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I don't really think either of us can make many promises here.

[She nudges him back, though it's significantly more difficult.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will try.

And I will protect you.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'll try, too.

[She reaches to give him a hug again.]

I know you will.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just sort of freezes up. What is this. What is she doing.]

Uh. Yeah. 'Course I will.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Giving him hugs :3 She realizes this is not exactly his thing, which is why she doesn't drag it out.]

Glad.

[She gives him a pat.]

I'll...see you around, then. [She doesn't want to stick around and bother him.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs, shifting around.]

You... can stay if you... need to.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'll just...stay for a little while. If that's okay with you.