[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]An Unsettling Predicament
Mar 24, 2017 22:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Mar 24, 2017 22:19:45 GMT -5
Come? He wasn't something to be ordered around!
Ok, maybe he was. Flatline knew he wasn’t top in sciences, and he never pretended to be. He believed he should be able to go up in the chain in command given enough time, but that was a long game and something that would require a lot of work and effort from him. The scientist was more than willing to put in such work, hungering for recognition and praise for his skills he knew he had an abundance of. Boasting? Well... yeah... when you are proud of what you can accomplish and what you can do, a bit of boasting wasn't bad right?... The issue only came into play with the way Shockwave had demanded he follow.
It was rude! It was treating him like some human would summon a canine or other pet. Perhaps he was looking too far into it, getting insulted at things that were truly mundane, but it bothered him, and with no warning his quills on his back rattled again with agitation. A small clink, a small tremble, it shook through his back involuntarily, before all of his hate and anger bled away again from the injuries he was sporting.
Determination and stubbornness could only take him so far. It could only push his frame to do so much, before the extent of his injuries would swoop back around to beat him back down. Just as quickly as he became riled, his armor sagged and he slumped forward a bit more, a rattled cough forming afterwards which forced Energon to splatter to the ground from his mouth.
Thin trails of blue trickled down along the sharp points of his lower jaw, his gaze softening and expression growing dull and lackluster. He didn't even try to form a reply again, the few words he did speak having been strained and too confused. It felt like his processor had been invaded, clouded with smoke that choked out rational thought. He found himself thinking one thing, and then the next... it was derailed elsewhere, unable to follow a path.
With little further warning, Flatline shuddered once more, before he gradually slumped forward, his helm resting against the outer wall of the hallway. His entire body went limp, his shoulders sloping down fully and limbs loosely draping to the flooring below. It seemed Shockwave would be getting no more answers from his follower this encounter.
Ok, maybe he was. Flatline knew he wasn’t top in sciences, and he never pretended to be. He believed he should be able to go up in the chain in command given enough time, but that was a long game and something that would require a lot of work and effort from him. The scientist was more than willing to put in such work, hungering for recognition and praise for his skills he knew he had an abundance of. Boasting? Well... yeah... when you are proud of what you can accomplish and what you can do, a bit of boasting wasn't bad right?... The issue only came into play with the way Shockwave had demanded he follow.
It was rude! It was treating him like some human would summon a canine or other pet. Perhaps he was looking too far into it, getting insulted at things that were truly mundane, but it bothered him, and with no warning his quills on his back rattled again with agitation. A small clink, a small tremble, it shook through his back involuntarily, before all of his hate and anger bled away again from the injuries he was sporting.
Determination and stubbornness could only take him so far. It could only push his frame to do so much, before the extent of his injuries would swoop back around to beat him back down. Just as quickly as he became riled, his armor sagged and he slumped forward a bit more, a rattled cough forming afterwards which forced Energon to splatter to the ground from his mouth.
Thin trails of blue trickled down along the sharp points of his lower jaw, his gaze softening and expression growing dull and lackluster. He didn't even try to form a reply again, the few words he did speak having been strained and too confused. It felt like his processor had been invaded, clouded with smoke that choked out rational thought. He found himself thinking one thing, and then the next... it was derailed elsewhere, unable to follow a path.
With little further warning, Flatline shuddered once more, before he gradually slumped forward, his helm resting against the outer wall of the hallway. His entire body went limp, his shoulders sloping down fully and limbs loosely draping to the flooring below. It seemed Shockwave would be getting no more answers from his follower this encounter.