Ep 0.5 "Want To Help Me Name My Cacti?" (closed)
May 17, 2012 18:12:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 17, 2012 18:12:09 GMT -5
((To mods: this probably happens late month 4, to give Rhinox plenty of time to work his magic. 
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Over the couple of months Rhinox had been working on it, his garden had become a haven of sorts, even more so than the workshop he'd been granted back at headquarters. Although Rhinox liked people, by and large - he was best friends with Rattrap, which more than one person had noted spoke volumes about his friendliness and patience - he was still an introvert, and out here, it was just him, the sun, and his plants, and a precious hour here and there when he was not On Duty.
It was paradise.
So it was unusual for Rhinox to be experiencing even the slightest anxiety when he was in his garden, but now he was finding himself checking over his sunrays (thriving), his bee plants (sprouting well, no longer needing the shade), the quirky, crooked cactuses June had found for him, and various other plants he'd adopted or been given by the humans. He even fussed over the grasses and things that had already been here when he'd moved in, so to speak. Everything was fine, and would probably continue to be fine for the next thirty seconds before he checked it again. And no, Rhinox, the cacti do not need to be watered today. They are cacti.
He couldn't help it, though. It wasn't every day the Prime came over to check out your plants.
It's not an inspection, he told himself, forcing himself to sit down on a convenient Rhinox-sized rock. He's simply taking an interest. Who knew, maybe Optimus would develop an interest in plant cultivation himself, a hobby that Rhinox was sure could only do him good. He was steadfast in his belief that being a Prime, during a devastating civil war no less, was The Hardest Job In The Universe, and the fact that Optimus had done so well made him worthy of the highest respect. Yet he was a mech with a spark like any other, as well as the living embodiment of Primus, and by Primus Himself could use a break once in a while when his duties allowed.
So Rhinox sat, and cycled, and worked through a few meditation exercises until his overactive processor calmed down a bit. This was a place of peace, of letting one's weight of responsibility rest for a bit, and with any luck it would be that, at least a little, for Optimus Prime as well.
))Over the couple of months Rhinox had been working on it, his garden had become a haven of sorts, even more so than the workshop he'd been granted back at headquarters. Although Rhinox liked people, by and large - he was best friends with Rattrap, which more than one person had noted spoke volumes about his friendliness and patience - he was still an introvert, and out here, it was just him, the sun, and his plants, and a precious hour here and there when he was not On Duty.
It was paradise.
So it was unusual for Rhinox to be experiencing even the slightest anxiety when he was in his garden, but now he was finding himself checking over his sunrays (thriving), his bee plants (sprouting well, no longer needing the shade), the quirky, crooked cactuses June had found for him, and various other plants he'd adopted or been given by the humans. He even fussed over the grasses and things that had already been here when he'd moved in, so to speak. Everything was fine, and would probably continue to be fine for the next thirty seconds before he checked it again. And no, Rhinox, the cacti do not need to be watered today. They are cacti.
He couldn't help it, though. It wasn't every day the Prime came over to check out your plants.
It's not an inspection, he told himself, forcing himself to sit down on a convenient Rhinox-sized rock. He's simply taking an interest. Who knew, maybe Optimus would develop an interest in plant cultivation himself, a hobby that Rhinox was sure could only do him good. He was steadfast in his belief that being a Prime, during a devastating civil war no less, was The Hardest Job In The Universe, and the fact that Optimus had done so well made him worthy of the highest respect. Yet he was a mech with a spark like any other, as well as the living embodiment of Primus, and by Primus Himself could use a break once in a while when his duties allowed.
So Rhinox sat, and cycled, and worked through a few meditation exercises until his overactive processor calmed down a bit. This was a place of peace, of letting one's weight of responsibility rest for a bit, and with any luck it would be that, at least a little, for Optimus Prime as well.