[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Beyond the Call [Closed]
Dec 21, 2022 6:03:39 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Dec 21, 2022 6:03:39 GMT -5
Patch blinked twice as her helm bobbled a little. Disappointment pushing her attention to wane, her gaze drifting off like a ship with a sleep deprived captain. Of course he didn’t know- why would he? She wouldn’t have known in his position, most likely.
A whuff of air escaped the femme’s vents at his second comment. A pained press from her chest which lifted dust from the floor behind her. It seemed this notion hurt with just how true it was. Her helm fell back to lightly clunk against the wall, gaze lifting loosely to the ceiling.
‘I do not know the endpoint. What I do know, however, is that it is in no one's best interest for you to perish.’
Patch’s helm lifted at this phrase, gaze falling again upon the stranger. Her brow ridges lowered, though pressed together and upward slightly in the center. She stared at him a second, intake open ever so slightly as though in disbelief. As though trying to form words that weren’t yet manifested.
Sure this was evidenced by the fact she WAS alive… But, it still felt odd to hear.
“You’re strange…”
She shook her helm just slightly, looking up in almost awe at the spindly medic. The threat of a smile split her intake, touching the blue of her optics with a sparkle.
“ ‘A silver lining?’ ”
She began to sit up, posturing to ask a more flippant question, so it seemed- when her expression suddenly curdled. The young medic’s intake twisted shut as she swallowed yet another wave of pain. Her optics shut harshly as their ridges knit together above. Her chin cocked down as a rattle shuttered across her plating. Her shoulders hiked, her heel strut- the one which was missing it’s tire pulled in reflexively. A short gnashing squeak of metal on stone as it left a small groove in it’s wake.
“Gng-...”
She sat in it. Jaw clenched, actuators frozen- as though she’d forgotten how to move, how to breathe. As though she thought, that if she didn’t, the pain would somehow subside, or lesson.
The monitor’s activity kicked up again as it registered the heat, and speed of her spark- how they surged, with her stress. The speeding of beeps, the newfound noises most likely not helping the femme to release.
A whuff of air escaped the femme’s vents at his second comment. A pained press from her chest which lifted dust from the floor behind her. It seemed this notion hurt with just how true it was. Her helm fell back to lightly clunk against the wall, gaze lifting loosely to the ceiling.
‘I do not know the endpoint. What I do know, however, is that it is in no one's best interest for you to perish.’
Patch’s helm lifted at this phrase, gaze falling again upon the stranger. Her brow ridges lowered, though pressed together and upward slightly in the center. She stared at him a second, intake open ever so slightly as though in disbelief. As though trying to form words that weren’t yet manifested.
Sure this was evidenced by the fact she WAS alive… But, it still felt odd to hear.
“You’re strange…”
She shook her helm just slightly, looking up in almost awe at the spindly medic. The threat of a smile split her intake, touching the blue of her optics with a sparkle.
“ ‘A silver lining?’ ”
She began to sit up, posturing to ask a more flippant question, so it seemed- when her expression suddenly curdled. The young medic’s intake twisted shut as she swallowed yet another wave of pain. Her optics shut harshly as their ridges knit together above. Her chin cocked down as a rattle shuttered across her plating. Her shoulders hiked, her heel strut- the one which was missing it’s tire pulled in reflexively. A short gnashing squeak of metal on stone as it left a small groove in it’s wake.
“Gng-...”
She sat in it. Jaw clenched, actuators frozen- as though she’d forgotten how to move, how to breathe. As though she thought, that if she didn’t, the pain would somehow subside, or lesson.
The monitor’s activity kicked up again as it registered the heat, and speed of her spark- how they surged, with her stress. The speeding of beeps, the newfound noises most likely not helping the femme to release.