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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 24, 2011 4:06:21 GMT -5
A light scramble sounded by Road's head, distant, and then shuffled back by the time Roadrash opened his eyes. A few earth hours had passed, if the light was anything to go by. It was muted and angled, and Road had been dragged into the shade of a rock and tugged into a depression mostly hidden from sight above ground and in the sky. There wasn't a lot of space to move, but Powershot leaned into his range of vision with a concerned knot to his brows. He had on that weird visor of his, the reverse of Cybertronian leters marching across his screen. There was a cord running from the back of his head and down, probably into Road's own circuits--the source of the jolt.
"Don't move yet," Powershot cautioned, one hand held out in the edge of Road's vision. "You look like a mess, and not a pretty one either."
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Post by Conway on Nov 24, 2011 4:17:46 GMT -5
He squinted up at Powershot in confusion, first at that stupid visor, then more so at the realization that where ever he was, Shot shouldn't be there . The confusion carries over in his voice. "...Shot?"
His eyes trailed after the cable running between them...it was concerning...but, Powershot seemed to be helping him. That was pretty stupid of the little bot, but he couldn't say he wasn't pleased by the information. His chuckle was dry and made him cough a moment before he spoke again. "Ran into a little trouble is all..."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 24, 2011 23:45:02 GMT -5
Powershot opened his mouth and then winced as something screeched through his personal comm unit. He tapped at the side of his head, apparently trying to turn it down, and sighed. It was a particular sigh reserved for his brothers.
"Ran into double trouble, you mean," he told him, distracted a minute as he read readouts on his visor screen. "...Primus, they did a number on you....You've got shut downs all over."
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Post by Conway on Nov 25, 2011 0:02:30 GMT -5
"They didn't get away lookin pretty either." Road's not sure he likes having someone hooked up to him like that and he reaches up to try feeling where the cord runs to. He tries to cover up the uneasiness with a laugh but it causes a hitch and sets him coughing instead.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 25, 2011 0:20:22 GMT -5
Powershot's attention darted down as Road started coughing. A small, agile hand pressed against Road's chest, trying to keep him from sitting up too violently. The gesture really was only a suggestion; even injured like this, Road could easily decide to shove him off. "I only have basic permissions," he told Road, reading the worry anyway as he waited for the coughing to settle. He reached in behind Road's head and light fingers scrabble at the back of his neck.
There's a light click. "I needed to give you a jolt. I did, uhm, some patching," and there's certianly some oil on his jacket and hands, "but its only pretty temporary..."
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Post by Conway on Nov 25, 2011 0:30:41 GMT -5
Road's torso curled up against the hand in his coughing fit but he stayed down. He had to take a moment to cycle air once he settled, watching what he could easily see of shot. He was able to relax once the cable was removed and run his own diagnostic. Yeah not looking great huh? He had to reboot his comm system which brought up an annoying insistent ping flashing in the corner of his vision. Torque...yes, he's still alive. He bounces the ping back to indicate such and his eyes rise back to Powershot. He didn't imagine the bot would do something that could obviously risk his position with the Autobots. "...Thanks, Shot."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 25, 2011 1:07:00 GMT -5
Powershot watches him relax, and slowly lifts his hand from Road's front armor. In the dust by his feet, he glances down at the ruined chainsaw blades, and then back to Road's face. He turns his face away, running an oily hand back through his hair. It makes it stick up at odd angles in clumps.
"Bounce picked it up over the comm," Shot explains, oddly shy with the thank you. "Its not like you wouldn't do the same."
His eyes flickered to him again, and away.
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Post by Conway on Nov 25, 2011 1:14:52 GMT -5
His lips part in a smile, even in state he can fine amusement in what Shot just did to his own hair. "I guess you're right, but you stand to lose a lot more than I do if you're caught."
He tries gingerly to sit up now that Shot's hand is off him. It's painful though and something in his midsection grinds and screeches resistance.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 25, 2011 1:22:55 GMT -5
"Not yet," Shot points out, and his brows knit as the noise echoes in the small hidey hole. He watches Road a moment and then reaches, accurately, to prod a loose piece of armour; its in just the right spot to make things hurt in a way to encourage Road to lay back down.
He'd always been really sharp with figuring out weak points in the boxers at the underground fights.
"So far I've just been uhm, sympathetic to an injured Cybertronian," he adds, after a moment.
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Post by Conway on Nov 25, 2011 1:29:17 GMT -5
Road winces and hisses a curse under his breath. He gives shoots Powershot a dirty look but at least he's back down now.
"Is that what Autobots call it?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 25, 2011 1:31:30 GMT -5
"Better then 'Aiding the enemy'," Shot returns flatly. There's a bag next to him, small and black, and he pulls a can of sealant out. "Stay down. Some of the fixes will take a while longer to set but won't gum you up as badly. What were you doing out here anyway? Sideswipe and Sunstreaker love to patrol over here."
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Post by Conway on Nov 25, 2011 1:42:17 GMT -5
"Yeah I guess it is." He's stays put as he's told, but it's strange. Except for very bad cases, Torque is almost always the only one to do his repairs. Not that he doesn't trust Powershot...it's just abnormal. He shifted slightly to shrug. "I was fighting, what else? How should I know where they like to be?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 25, 2011 2:24:58 GMT -5
Powershot has a light touch. He doesn't fumble as he leans back over Road's wounds and double checks the neat, clean repairs he's made in the shade of the rock above their heads. Its not invasive so much as precise, his ifngers smaller then most bots, and capable of finer work without the extra additions and functions of torture grade or medical grade attachments.
"Of course you were, that's all anybody does," says Shot, resigned. He misses photography and making images and sneaking into a dusty underground fight to catch shots in the dramatic, grainy half light. "You're always getting in over your head."
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Post by Conway on Nov 25, 2011 2:31:48 GMT -5
"Nothing else to do." he grumbles. But then again what else did he do on Cybertron besides fighting? He misses his car... He shakes his thoughts and his attention is back on the little bot hover over him. "Now that's not true, I win more than I lose. Just unlucky lately is all..."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 25, 2011 2:36:33 GMT -5
"Only takes one bad time," Shot says, his voice calm but the dance of his fingertips antsy. "At least when you're boxing it doesn't end up a knife fight. Usually."
There's a pause, and the hands pause, but Shot doesn't look at him.
"Torque's okay too, right?"
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