[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Strange Reflections [Ratchet]
Jul 14, 2023 23:22:10 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 14, 2023 23:22:10 GMT -5
As Ratchet moved about, Optimus' steady hold would start to waver, the limb dipping with a progressively growing tremor. The visual tells of his faltering strength would be evident by these motions alone, though an auditory cue began that was an added display of the status of things. It was a sort of grating sound from the internals of his shoulder and upper arm assembly that started small, but grew more prominent as it was ignored. Sustaining the lift at the angle he was wasn't going to work out much longer, yet he feared if he dropped the other mech then it could cause the ghost to quiet and permit fear to return to someone who did not know that his anger was more word than dangerous.
The reply that was given at first was not what Optimus wanted to hear in the slightest, having hoped that something more substantial would be offered. A clue, a hint, a vague color even of something around it that could draw the eye. He wanted anything more, and he briefly worried that it may have been too late given the hollow statement of 'I don’t know', until another offering was cast out, one that brought many new questions on its heel.
'Nearby' was such a relative statement within each and every frame it could be put within. It could be nearby in the sense of across the room, it could be nearby in the sense of how close Jasper was to other regions on Earth, or it could be as grandiose as someone saying Earth itself was nearby to another world when trying to articulate its location. While it certainly wouldn't be the bigger picture such as the latter, narrowing it further was now a priority, though he was worried his control could be coming towards an end.
The churning grinding coming from Optimus' shoulder whirled up louder a moment as he tried to shift his grip, his stance changing to fight against protesting systems. He had great power, a fact that couldn't be disputed, yet Ratchet indeed wasn't a small individual, and as dire as this situation could feel, if he did drop him it was not a literal death. No matter how he tried to frame it in his mind, it was what it was. At any moment his shoulder was going to give out just to grant a second to recover after the constant pull of cables and strained hydraulics to keep a not-so-small mech held out at arm's length.
"What do you consider nearby."
The lower growl of Optimus' voice unwillingly transitioned to show some of the discomfort he was feeling, his top lip flicking slightly as he wanted to hold out for as much information as he could. Then again, he wasn't even sure if keeping Ratchet aloft really was a keystone to this encounter, as it may just be the anger at the discussion and confrontation itself at this point. This thought ended with the noise of something in his upper arm making a creak, before he straight dropped Ratchet down to his feet, which thankfully wasn't that far off the ground to begin with.
As the arm gave, it quickly looped back towards Optimus' side, a sort of harder shake made down towards the ground once before his hand flared and curled into a fist. It all burned, it all hurt, yet he wasn't going to display as much besides the momentary throw of the limb and a pained snort when things failed. Then again, he didn't truly need to have an overt tell, his arm loosely held at a skewed angle as it tried to recover.
"What kind of something."
What more could he get... what more could he learn...
Keep giving clues Ratchet... please...
The reply that was given at first was not what Optimus wanted to hear in the slightest, having hoped that something more substantial would be offered. A clue, a hint, a vague color even of something around it that could draw the eye. He wanted anything more, and he briefly worried that it may have been too late given the hollow statement of 'I don’t know', until another offering was cast out, one that brought many new questions on its heel.
'Nearby' was such a relative statement within each and every frame it could be put within. It could be nearby in the sense of across the room, it could be nearby in the sense of how close Jasper was to other regions on Earth, or it could be as grandiose as someone saying Earth itself was nearby to another world when trying to articulate its location. While it certainly wouldn't be the bigger picture such as the latter, narrowing it further was now a priority, though he was worried his control could be coming towards an end.
The churning grinding coming from Optimus' shoulder whirled up louder a moment as he tried to shift his grip, his stance changing to fight against protesting systems. He had great power, a fact that couldn't be disputed, yet Ratchet indeed wasn't a small individual, and as dire as this situation could feel, if he did drop him it was not a literal death. No matter how he tried to frame it in his mind, it was what it was. At any moment his shoulder was going to give out just to grant a second to recover after the constant pull of cables and strained hydraulics to keep a not-so-small mech held out at arm's length.
"What do you consider nearby."
The lower growl of Optimus' voice unwillingly transitioned to show some of the discomfort he was feeling, his top lip flicking slightly as he wanted to hold out for as much information as he could. Then again, he wasn't even sure if keeping Ratchet aloft really was a keystone to this encounter, as it may just be the anger at the discussion and confrontation itself at this point. This thought ended with the noise of something in his upper arm making a creak, before he straight dropped Ratchet down to his feet, which thankfully wasn't that far off the ground to begin with.
As the arm gave, it quickly looped back towards Optimus' side, a sort of harder shake made down towards the ground once before his hand flared and curled into a fist. It all burned, it all hurt, yet he wasn't going to display as much besides the momentary throw of the limb and a pained snort when things failed. Then again, he didn't truly need to have an overt tell, his arm loosely held at a skewed angle as it tried to recover.
"What kind of something."
What more could he get... what more could he learn...