[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Prescription for work (Ratchet, Patch, Closed, Fin)
Feb 15, 2019 21:06:37 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Feb 15, 2019 21:06:37 GMT -5
Patch’s field was soft, though alert. Her shoulders relaxed. The crooks of her knees were up against the edge of the slab, her hands on either side, still looking Ratchet in the optic as he spoke to her. Turning her helm toward the screen when he did.
The resemblance was striking. They looked like… Solid little protoforms with organic plants on their heads… Goofy as frag, soft, fragile… Kinda gross to be perfectly honest.
They were freaking adorable!
Once Ratchet drew up the image, Patch’s torso tilted forwards a ways to look closer in disgusted fascination. Clutching the edge of the slab a bit to keep her balance. She scrunched up the spot where she would have had a nose, squinted her optics, and turned up a fervent smile at the thing. “Ugh… ” A complacent sound, rather quiet, that escaped through the smile without intent, though it didn’t receive a second thought either. They were so weird! She couldn't wait to learn more about these ‘humans’...
Her faceplate continued to shift as she listened. Her frame and field in a constant state of flux, as she responded to the mech subconsciously. Be it her helm cocking gently to the side, or her eyebrows coming up, or going down.
Immature? Oh boy… That could mean one of two things. Either option A: It was a period in their lives where they were emotionally immature, though still fully grown, as was the case with their species at times. Shirking off duties, protesting responsibility. Those who simply didn’t understand how bad things could get, so they didn’t see the point in making them better.
Or option B: They were literally young. They were simply smaller, less experienced beings -as she was to Ratchet for instance. Perhaps in need of a bit more guidance, or care at times, though still just as willing to work as any other… Despite the fact they may not always be as ready.
Patch, sincerely hoped it was the latter. Though that one would likely require a bit more maintenance on her part? She had always wished for a chance to meet someone younger than her. In all honesty, it had been hard to retain hope she ever would, given the circumstances of her own birth.
As he answered her question regarding their speech… Her field began to prickle lightly with excitement. Her faceplate hiding none of it, as her optics brightened, and a quite unapologetic smile spread across her whole face. And then? He went further still… They were wards...
It was option fraggin’ B!
The femme visibly invented at this, grasping the edge of the table on either side of her body again, and tucking her helm in between hiked shoulders like a turtle as she bit her lower lip and smiled up at him. An almost sheepish movement, performed in a failed attempt to curb her excitement. Her field practically glowed with joy.
As Ratchet continued to speak, Patch forced herself to settle down a bit, and straighten up. Nodding swiftly at him while making optic contact. At the words ‘Keep your speed down’ She rolled her lips together and nodded again to try and shake at least some of the smile.
Had Patch still been as hapless as she was when she’d first started basic… This warning, likely would have been lost on her fairly quickly. Forgetting how careful she’d need to be with the little organics, and potentially injuring someone.
That was all the more reason Patch sombered herself today. She’d had a lot of experience with people who were hurt, or frightened, or delicate for one reason or another at this point. She knew when to be gentle. She also knew to listen when someone was giving her a warning.
She’d learned both lessons the hard way, and therefore would not be forgetting this one any time soon. Looking right at him, she spoke, her tone light though serious once he’d finished. “Understood.”
“Now, regarding the truce. Is this like a temporary ceasefire? Or… Are we talking about a long term thing here?” There was an edge of hopefulness to her voice. An end to the fighting was clearly something she wanted. “How friendly are the terms? What’s the cause?”
The resemblance was striking. They looked like… Solid little protoforms with organic plants on their heads… Goofy as frag, soft, fragile… Kinda gross to be perfectly honest.
They were freaking adorable!
Once Ratchet drew up the image, Patch’s torso tilted forwards a ways to look closer in disgusted fascination. Clutching the edge of the slab a bit to keep her balance. She scrunched up the spot where she would have had a nose, squinted her optics, and turned up a fervent smile at the thing. “Ugh… ” A complacent sound, rather quiet, that escaped through the smile without intent, though it didn’t receive a second thought either. They were so weird! She couldn't wait to learn more about these ‘humans’...
Her faceplate continued to shift as she listened. Her frame and field in a constant state of flux, as she responded to the mech subconsciously. Be it her helm cocking gently to the side, or her eyebrows coming up, or going down.
Immature? Oh boy… That could mean one of two things. Either option A: It was a period in their lives where they were emotionally immature, though still fully grown, as was the case with their species at times. Shirking off duties, protesting responsibility. Those who simply didn’t understand how bad things could get, so they didn’t see the point in making them better.
Or option B: They were literally young. They were simply smaller, less experienced beings -as she was to Ratchet for instance. Perhaps in need of a bit more guidance, or care at times, though still just as willing to work as any other… Despite the fact they may not always be as ready.
Patch, sincerely hoped it was the latter. Though that one would likely require a bit more maintenance on her part? She had always wished for a chance to meet someone younger than her. In all honesty, it had been hard to retain hope she ever would, given the circumstances of her own birth.
As he answered her question regarding their speech… Her field began to prickle lightly with excitement. Her faceplate hiding none of it, as her optics brightened, and a quite unapologetic smile spread across her whole face. And then? He went further still… They were wards...
It was option fraggin’ B!
The femme visibly invented at this, grasping the edge of the table on either side of her body again, and tucking her helm in between hiked shoulders like a turtle as she bit her lower lip and smiled up at him. An almost sheepish movement, performed in a failed attempt to curb her excitement. Her field practically glowed with joy.
As Ratchet continued to speak, Patch forced herself to settle down a bit, and straighten up. Nodding swiftly at him while making optic contact. At the words ‘Keep your speed down’ She rolled her lips together and nodded again to try and shake at least some of the smile.
Had Patch still been as hapless as she was when she’d first started basic… This warning, likely would have been lost on her fairly quickly. Forgetting how careful she’d need to be with the little organics, and potentially injuring someone.
That was all the more reason Patch sombered herself today. She’d had a lot of experience with people who were hurt, or frightened, or delicate for one reason or another at this point. She knew when to be gentle. She also knew to listen when someone was giving her a warning.
She’d learned both lessons the hard way, and therefore would not be forgetting this one any time soon. Looking right at him, she spoke, her tone light though serious once he’d finished. “Understood.”
“Now, regarding the truce. Is this like a temporary ceasefire? Or… Are we talking about a long term thing here?” There was an edge of hopefulness to her voice. An end to the fighting was clearly something she wanted. “How friendly are the terms? What’s the cause?”