[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Snapping Point [Open]
Apr 8, 2023 1:22:48 GMT -5
Post by Cintra on Apr 8, 2023 1:22:48 GMT -5
Episode 3.5 | Week 1 | Day 3
Their medic was missing! HE WAS MISSING and nothing was going on! Why was there nothing going on!? The Autobots had to have him! And people weren't doing anything!
Well... no...
For all Cintra knew they already had a plan going and individuals that were far stealthier than her were involved, yet she didn't hear about it. Nobody told her anything. Would that really be so bad? It wasn’t as though she could burst in to participate and ruin everything since they likely bridged where they needed to go. That and well... the fact she shouldn't have even been there to begin with, but the actual physical barrier did well to keep her from giving in to a want to help. For what she lacked in capability, she made up ten-fold in spirit, which was as much a curse as it was a boon.
Cintra was like a coiled spring of energy on the best of days, always trying to find ways to keep herself busy and out of trouble if at all possible. Eager to please, fast to jump to call, and willing to do much if it was within her power. Her normal tactics to stall and waste some time in the depressing lulls within war were borderline impossible however when there seemed to be a rather large and rather major issue of a damn medic being gone. Some drawing or rummaging around for anything of value to fix up her sleeping area was simply no match to distract, and it didn't help that Flux wasn't even around for her to rant at. He was able to curb her chaos and take her down many levels on just these sorts of occasions, though he was taken out on some mission with Megatron.
MEGATRON.
Megatron's voice practically ran in her processor since the meeting, one particular statement set as a broken record that chained again and again until it was almost a series of noises rather than a coherent set of words to convey a thought.
"Those of you who have proven their strength and loyalty shall be called upon to bring my vision to reality."
She was loyal! Why wasn't she called upon to help! She could paint some vision! She just needed to be told where to go!
It was a burning poker in her side, further spurring her anxiety forward as she clutched onto one of her paint pens she used to write on Flux so fiercely that it was as though she were attempting to crush it with brute force of will alone. Her arm trembled as she channeled said energy, sharp footfalls clicking while she paced up and down the hall that held everyone's bunks, paying no mind to who may or may not be in their own little sad doorless hovel as she passed. Her focus was the ground immediately in front of her so she didn't run into anything or anyone, a vague recognition when she would reach the end of the hall in either direction, and the rest was a whirling tornado of a spiral.
Why was she not valuable? Should she not care? Everyone else seemed so much laxer about their jobs with an almost careless approach in her opinion. Was that what this station was and she had to adapt? Only give a slag when specifically called and otherwise give a rude gesture to others and go off to play or something?
This thought caused the bottom edge of Cintra's eye to flick slightly as she pivoted and started back down the hall for what may have been the twentieth time if not more.
Maybe that was the fix. She needed to ask to be bridged out, who knows where to just drive and look for things to scrabble into a pile and hoard. She hadn’t been out and about much, but what little she saw at the used car lot showed her some of the possibilities that this world could offer. Find some things that appealed to her, maybe dig up some plant to football spike into a corner for Flux as a "Gratz on your totally awesome one-on-one mission with Megatron. ASS."
This thought was the added little punch needed, Cintra finally crushing the paint pen that popped with a splatter of blue, droplets flinging up her arm and on half of her face while the rest dripped onto the stone floor. This shocking smack of liquid and crackled noise ripped her out of her looping thoughts, a stunned and confused look on the femme's features as her fingers slowly peeled open to peer at the mangled remains.
This turn of events created a wash of sad that plastered across rage to temporarily quell the fire, her hand slightly tilting as plastic pieces clicked down to the ground as they were dropped.
"Awwwh!"
Their medic was missing! HE WAS MISSING and nothing was going on! Why was there nothing going on!? The Autobots had to have him! And people weren't doing anything!
Well... no...
For all Cintra knew they already had a plan going and individuals that were far stealthier than her were involved, yet she didn't hear about it. Nobody told her anything. Would that really be so bad? It wasn’t as though she could burst in to participate and ruin everything since they likely bridged where they needed to go. That and well... the fact she shouldn't have even been there to begin with, but the actual physical barrier did well to keep her from giving in to a want to help. For what she lacked in capability, she made up ten-fold in spirit, which was as much a curse as it was a boon.
Cintra was like a coiled spring of energy on the best of days, always trying to find ways to keep herself busy and out of trouble if at all possible. Eager to please, fast to jump to call, and willing to do much if it was within her power. Her normal tactics to stall and waste some time in the depressing lulls within war were borderline impossible however when there seemed to be a rather large and rather major issue of a damn medic being gone. Some drawing or rummaging around for anything of value to fix up her sleeping area was simply no match to distract, and it didn't help that Flux wasn't even around for her to rant at. He was able to curb her chaos and take her down many levels on just these sorts of occasions, though he was taken out on some mission with Megatron.
MEGATRON.
Megatron's voice practically ran in her processor since the meeting, one particular statement set as a broken record that chained again and again until it was almost a series of noises rather than a coherent set of words to convey a thought.
"Those of you who have proven their strength and loyalty shall be called upon to bring my vision to reality."
She was loyal! Why wasn't she called upon to help! She could paint some vision! She just needed to be told where to go!
It was a burning poker in her side, further spurring her anxiety forward as she clutched onto one of her paint pens she used to write on Flux so fiercely that it was as though she were attempting to crush it with brute force of will alone. Her arm trembled as she channeled said energy, sharp footfalls clicking while she paced up and down the hall that held everyone's bunks, paying no mind to who may or may not be in their own little sad doorless hovel as she passed. Her focus was the ground immediately in front of her so she didn't run into anything or anyone, a vague recognition when she would reach the end of the hall in either direction, and the rest was a whirling tornado of a spiral.
Why was she not valuable? Should she not care? Everyone else seemed so much laxer about their jobs with an almost careless approach in her opinion. Was that what this station was and she had to adapt? Only give a slag when specifically called and otherwise give a rude gesture to others and go off to play or something?
This thought caused the bottom edge of Cintra's eye to flick slightly as she pivoted and started back down the hall for what may have been the twentieth time if not more.
Maybe that was the fix. She needed to ask to be bridged out, who knows where to just drive and look for things to scrabble into a pile and hoard. She hadn’t been out and about much, but what little she saw at the used car lot showed her some of the possibilities that this world could offer. Find some things that appealed to her, maybe dig up some plant to football spike into a corner for Flux as a "Gratz on your totally awesome one-on-one mission with Megatron. ASS."
This thought was the added little punch needed, Cintra finally crushing the paint pen that popped with a splatter of blue, droplets flinging up her arm and on half of her face while the rest dripped onto the stone floor. This shocking smack of liquid and crackled noise ripped her out of her looping thoughts, a stunned and confused look on the femme's features as her fingers slowly peeled open to peer at the mangled remains.
This turn of events created a wash of sad that plastered across rage to temporarily quell the fire, her hand slightly tilting as plastic pieces clicked down to the ground as they were dropped.
"Awwwh!"