Ep 2 - So Many Red Flags
Nov 21, 2014 15:52:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 15:52:30 GMT -5
A Cybertronian paralleled a human in very few regards. One of those aspects was drowning. Similarities between a human's lungs being flooded with fluid versus a Cybertronian's engine being flooded was nearly comparable. Humans, however, were crap at recovery and very easily broken. A Cybertronian's body was superior in the versatile way it could be broken, pulled apart, and then put back together. As long as the integral parts of the mech weren't damaged, they would be fine. However, drowning in sludge still hurt like hell.
The minute Roulette hit the ground, she had the wherewithal to gag up viscous fluid from her intakes and that was really it. She didn't even have the energy to hold herself up while her body shook and expelled as much of the fluid as it could. A pool spread around her and rivulets of ichor ran from her plating and dripped with nary a sound in the room. Once the tremors stopped and she could think something besides a litany of panicked, thoughtless urges, she slowly pushed herself up onto her knees.
I want...nothing more than to recharge in a warm, dry bed... Something told her that want was far away just yet. Usually she wasn't the type of creature to indulge in massive amounts of self-pity, but this certainly called for a well placed "why me?"
She started at the voice. It wasn't that she'd forgotten about the mech who had saved her, but their presence was certainly set to the side while she worked on reeling in her overwhelmed senses. Scrubbing at her optics with equally disgusting hands, she grated out a reply. Her vox was raw and hiccupy from the sludge.
"Ladies first..."
The minute Roulette hit the ground, she had the wherewithal to gag up viscous fluid from her intakes and that was really it. She didn't even have the energy to hold herself up while her body shook and expelled as much of the fluid as it could. A pool spread around her and rivulets of ichor ran from her plating and dripped with nary a sound in the room. Once the tremors stopped and she could think something besides a litany of panicked, thoughtless urges, she slowly pushed herself up onto her knees.
I want...nothing more than to recharge in a warm, dry bed... Something told her that want was far away just yet. Usually she wasn't the type of creature to indulge in massive amounts of self-pity, but this certainly called for a well placed "why me?"
She started at the voice. It wasn't that she'd forgotten about the mech who had saved her, but their presence was certainly set to the side while she worked on reeling in her overwhelmed senses. Scrubbing at her optics with equally disgusting hands, she grated out a reply. Her vox was raw and hiccupy from the sludge.
"Ladies first..."