[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Sun, Sand, and Sludge [Flux]
Sept 17, 2021 23:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Flux on Sept 17, 2021 23:30:35 GMT -5
There was a lot going on in such a few short moments that Flux wasn’t quite sure where he should be looking - or what his attention should be on. Cintra was still down - seemingly unhurt - yet that thing was still on the beach, even if its attention was thankfully on him now and not his partner. Part of him wanted to go and help the femme, to make sure she was okay - though she had told him to attack the annoying thing on the beach and would probably get annoyed at him should he fail to do so.
There was also a sense of forgetting something - then again, that wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sensation. All he knew was they had been here for a reason before that tiny angry thing with the guns and the blinding flashes had appeared, and so after the first handful of trash had been thrown and he’d bent down to scoop up more, a momentary glance was given to his right arm.
This arm was where Cintra would scrawl things - important things that needed remembering when she wasn’t there to remind him. Cybertronian text that spelled ‘Earth’ was etched permanently into the lower portion of the limb, as were some coordinates, but he wasn’t looking for that. He knew that was there. Briefly turning his arm, orange optics would almost frantically look over himself - only to find there were no words or orders written. Either they hadn’t been there at all, or the saltwater had washed it away - and a rumbled huff escaped him.
The loud bang in the aftermath of the first throw drew his attention from his thoughts, and his gaze would snap upwards as Cintra shrieked again. Panic paired with anger - as momentary as it was - rushed through him as he took note of the situation. Had the tiny pest turned her attention back onto the femme? No - it didn’t seem like it.
The metal box thing had obviously veered off course - and while Flux would no doubt forget about that once they were back at Blackridge Hold, Cintra would not. Though… she did not sound angry, nor even annoyed at him.
There was no time to dwell on whether or not he’d be yelled at later for it, as movement caught his eye as something small was thrown toward him.
Easing up to full height with servos full of trash once more, he would again hurl the miscellaneous debris toward the tiny thing on the beach- this time making a point of trying to be more accurate with his aim.
Only for the frag grenade to explode at his feet a second later.
All manner of debris and sand was kicked up around the Cybertronian with the impact in a mighty boom, though Flux would remain standing. With heavier than normal armor on his front half, it seemed the blast was a mere annoyance at most - though there were some notable scratches on his legs.
Tilting his helm, almost as if cracking his neck, the large Cybertronian would begin to move forwards through the settling dust and now raining debris. While he didn’t know what this thing was, it had proved to be quite the pest. This would be the perfect opportunity for Cintra to assist, but he was willing to play solo while the femme recovered and found her footing.
“You’re pretty annoying, ya know that?”
He wasn’t sure why he was talking to it. Would it understand him? Maybe it’d serve as a distraction should Cintra find a moment to do something. Regardless, Flux - though he moved slowly compared to the tiny femme - was focused, closing the gap with large strides.
Then, he would repeat the actions of before. Leaning down while walking to scoop up handfuls of whatever he could grab - sand, rock, more garbage, the sound of metal scraping against lava rock as his fingers moved over areas devoid of clutter. Though he wouldn’t throw anything he picked up this time - or at least, not yet, simply letting it slip through his clunky digits. Should Laura have been downed by the thrown trash? He would move to easily - though carefully - scoop her up.
Should she run? Well, he would continue this focused pursuit.
There was also a sense of forgetting something - then again, that wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sensation. All he knew was they had been here for a reason before that tiny angry thing with the guns and the blinding flashes had appeared, and so after the first handful of trash had been thrown and he’d bent down to scoop up more, a momentary glance was given to his right arm.
This arm was where Cintra would scrawl things - important things that needed remembering when she wasn’t there to remind him. Cybertronian text that spelled ‘Earth’ was etched permanently into the lower portion of the limb, as were some coordinates, but he wasn’t looking for that. He knew that was there. Briefly turning his arm, orange optics would almost frantically look over himself - only to find there were no words or orders written. Either they hadn’t been there at all, or the saltwater had washed it away - and a rumbled huff escaped him.
The loud bang in the aftermath of the first throw drew his attention from his thoughts, and his gaze would snap upwards as Cintra shrieked again. Panic paired with anger - as momentary as it was - rushed through him as he took note of the situation. Had the tiny pest turned her attention back onto the femme? No - it didn’t seem like it.
The metal box thing had obviously veered off course - and while Flux would no doubt forget about that once they were back at Blackridge Hold, Cintra would not. Though… she did not sound angry, nor even annoyed at him.
There was no time to dwell on whether or not he’d be yelled at later for it, as movement caught his eye as something small was thrown toward him.
Easing up to full height with servos full of trash once more, he would again hurl the miscellaneous debris toward the tiny thing on the beach- this time making a point of trying to be more accurate with his aim.
Only for the frag grenade to explode at his feet a second later.
All manner of debris and sand was kicked up around the Cybertronian with the impact in a mighty boom, though Flux would remain standing. With heavier than normal armor on his front half, it seemed the blast was a mere annoyance at most - though there were some notable scratches on his legs.
Tilting his helm, almost as if cracking his neck, the large Cybertronian would begin to move forwards through the settling dust and now raining debris. While he didn’t know what this thing was, it had proved to be quite the pest. This would be the perfect opportunity for Cintra to assist, but he was willing to play solo while the femme recovered and found her footing.
“You’re pretty annoying, ya know that?”
He wasn’t sure why he was talking to it. Would it understand him? Maybe it’d serve as a distraction should Cintra find a moment to do something. Regardless, Flux - though he moved slowly compared to the tiny femme - was focused, closing the gap with large strides.
Then, he would repeat the actions of before. Leaning down while walking to scoop up handfuls of whatever he could grab - sand, rock, more garbage, the sound of metal scraping against lava rock as his fingers moved over areas devoid of clutter. Though he wouldn’t throw anything he picked up this time - or at least, not yet, simply letting it slip through his clunky digits. Should Laura have been downed by the thrown trash? He would move to easily - though carefully - scoop her up.
Should she run? Well, he would continue this focused pursuit.