[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Cause and Effect [Closed]
Jul 24, 2021 1:38:20 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Jul 24, 2021 1:38:20 GMT -5
It was one thing being stuck in the darkness with a swirling blinding vortex of light overhead, it was another to be in utter darkness as a spinning pair of white headlights and red bio lights came tumbling at him.
Flatline could only gawk at what was coming, his ability to really do anything hindered by just how little time was gifted to do so before the inevitable collision. It would have been nice if he preemptively curled together to protect himself. It would have been even better if he could kick off and slide to the side away from the impact! But no. He simply stared up at the incoming light show with a stunned look not far off from a deer in the headlights, the center of his pupils contracting sharply while focusing on the imminent pain.
He may have been in too much initial shock to know if he hurt himself in his fall, but Flatline certainly was not numb when Knock Out slammed into him. Armor clattered loudly, hollow portions clanged, and a snorted yelp cried out to pair with it all. With a sharp movement, Flatline's left hand swung around, open palm slapping onto Knock Out's side as he tried to push him away, their limbs tangled from both piling up into the corner like tossed garbage. Or more... Flatline felt trapped and tangled, stuck between a wall and the other mech. His digitigrade legs were hooked on something, and his sharp armor seemed to snag on whatever it was he was hooked on...
All for paint.
"Don't you 'fancy seeing' me here!"
A squawked noise that was almost panicked.
The way Knock Out had reacted, how he had fallen and screamed as well... it told Flatline that it hadn't been planned as some kind of malicious retribution. There would be no way the other mech would voluntarily jeopardize his paint out of spite, and if he had orchestrated all of this, the outcome would be different. He would have oh so 'gracefully' landed perfectly and slid down the slope with a few happy hops to then stand and mock him! Nope. That didn't happen here, and Flatline's wide eyes stared out as he was having issues focusing still on the lighting of the... room? What were they in?
"You're crushing my leg."
Frustrated grumbled words more so than distress. If the crushing weight had been painful beyond general discomfort, Flatline would have certainly made it abundantly clear. Thankfully it was his good leg that was pinned to the corner, the knee canted in to angle at the floor, which pushed the hock of his limb out and away from him to hang limply in the air. If his bad leg was doing this acrobatic posture, the old injury would be screaming in pain as the kneecap would undoubtedly be pushed out of its channel.
"Where are we? What happened?"
Red eyes blinked a few times, looking around absently.
Why did neither of them think to bring a lantern of some kind...?
Flatline could only gawk at what was coming, his ability to really do anything hindered by just how little time was gifted to do so before the inevitable collision. It would have been nice if he preemptively curled together to protect himself. It would have been even better if he could kick off and slide to the side away from the impact! But no. He simply stared up at the incoming light show with a stunned look not far off from a deer in the headlights, the center of his pupils contracting sharply while focusing on the imminent pain.
He may have been in too much initial shock to know if he hurt himself in his fall, but Flatline certainly was not numb when Knock Out slammed into him. Armor clattered loudly, hollow portions clanged, and a snorted yelp cried out to pair with it all. With a sharp movement, Flatline's left hand swung around, open palm slapping onto Knock Out's side as he tried to push him away, their limbs tangled from both piling up into the corner like tossed garbage. Or more... Flatline felt trapped and tangled, stuck between a wall and the other mech. His digitigrade legs were hooked on something, and his sharp armor seemed to snag on whatever it was he was hooked on...
Was that the wheel on Knock Out's feet? Or was it the one on his back? It was so dark with only the sharp contrasted lighting of the headlights that Flatline couldn't even tell at this point to orient himself, blindly grappling in an attempt to push himself free. It was a goal he had to give up on quickly however. He simply had too many sharp panels to his frame, thin limbs to get trapped at an odd angle, and he had exposed Energon cables that could get torn in a hard enough push... There was also the fact that his upper arm was effectively hollow through the center ring, and he could feel that something was wedged in there which... was that the point of Knock Out's foot?
This was all going to be a pain in the ass.
All for paint.
"Don't you 'fancy seeing' me here!"
A squawked noise that was almost panicked.
The way Knock Out had reacted, how he had fallen and screamed as well... it told Flatline that it hadn't been planned as some kind of malicious retribution. There would be no way the other mech would voluntarily jeopardize his paint out of spite, and if he had orchestrated all of this, the outcome would be different. He would have oh so 'gracefully' landed perfectly and slid down the slope with a few happy hops to then stand and mock him! Nope. That didn't happen here, and Flatline's wide eyes stared out as he was having issues focusing still on the lighting of the... room? What were they in?
"You're crushing my leg."
Frustrated grumbled words more so than distress. If the crushing weight had been painful beyond general discomfort, Flatline would have certainly made it abundantly clear. Thankfully it was his good leg that was pinned to the corner, the knee canted in to angle at the floor, which pushed the hock of his limb out and away from him to hang limply in the air. If his bad leg was doing this acrobatic posture, the old injury would be screaming in pain as the kneecap would undoubtedly be pushed out of its channel.
"Where are we? What happened?"
Red eyes blinked a few times, looking around absently.
Why did neither of them think to bring a lantern of some kind...?