[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Crime is Time [ Closed | Blurr ]

[Blurr]

Blurr’s spirits were raised high by all of his silly little nicknames. He knew they were not good, but it was amusing and more than less just a harmless joke! Though, it didn't take long for him to realize he was the only one who found them to be so hilarious.

After sharing that last nickname, he visibly saw something dangerous flicker to life within the other mech before him.

Blurr saw the other’s fists clenched tightly, and based off of Roddy’s look alone, it was enough to immediately put the cyan mech on edge.

As he should have been.

That balled fist flung right at him without warning, and Blurr was nearly caught off guard by the swing, nearly.

Even though damaged, Blurr was quick to find out that he was not hurt enough to move, and move he did.

With surprised, wide optics at the initial realization that Roddy attempted to attack him, Blurr twisted himself to the side and jerked his helm away from that incoming fist all while simultaneously leaping back quickly. Such swift movements resulted in a narrow dodge.

Always expecting the worst outcomes in a hostile mech had been seared into his programming by being a Wrecker, and Blurr needed to try and shut this mech down quickly. The only thing he was focused on now was protecting himself from this hothead.

Defensive maneuvers reflexively kick started his systems to attempt to disable this mech from taking another swing at him. As soon as that fist flew past the side of his helm, Blurr grabbed Roddy’s forearm in the blink of an optic and a fast charge-up of a high pitched whirr sounded out from his engines, giving the Wrecker a sudden burst of power. Blurr’s forearm pressed up against the other’s chest as he stepped forward, using the new found burst of momentum to launch forward and shove himself at Roddy before slamming him up against the wall.

Just as quick as Blurr was up against Roddy, he was just as quickly off of him. After he slammed him against the wall, Blurr immediately jumped backwards and took several steps away with a deft motion of his nimble peds.

A hissing exvent seethed out from his systems after that burst of energy his engines drew from him. His servo slipped quickly down to his damaged torso before gently holding the dent which surged with sharp pain. Blurr was not ready to move like that, but even if it hurt like the pits, it was not enough to distract him from Roddy. With optics narrowed he watched the other cautiously.

Of course, Blurr didn’t intend to hurt Roddy, but in the spur of the moment, he may have used too much of his power to throw that mech back against the wall…

But he sort of deserved it…

“What the HELL!?”

[Hot Rod]

There had been no thought process behind the punch he threw, just instinctive fight reflex. Showing off? Getting even? No, that was too deep, far further into his processor than one needed to dig. Instead, Roddy was merely doing as he always had and acted out due to one of his most basic personality flaws. His short fused, hotheaded temper had errupted with the kick to his pride. Had he even realized he had thrown the first blow? Probably not right away. If he did at some point, it was definitely far too late in the events that followed.

Honestly, Roddy didn't even recognize that his forearm had even been grabbed, just that the other mech had ducked out of the way- even just barely. He tried to throw another one, then changed arms when he found himself unable to move the other one, but nothing seemed to actually make any contact. Though the actions of the other went down in the blink of an eye, the younger mech only saw it happening around himself in slow motion as he felt his insides start to warm up, like a slow burning fire fighting the smother. He dug his pedes in to try and stop himself, to stop the both of them, but it only served to angle his frame oddly where his upper portion was far more back than below the waist, which proved to be a far worse situation. The sound of metal to cement as the back of his helm and the entirety of his upper chassis the wall with enough force just from the momentum of something far more solid hitting something lesser so to cause the cement to dent in behind him, splinter off into cracks around him, and send chips of cement falling to the floor at their feet. The impact threw him for a loop and brought him to the current time, everything returning to it's proper speed.

That was where he remained, his systems almost seeming to stall, but the younger Cybertronian was very much aware. Roddy could have continued the fight, probably thrown another punch or two. Heck, while Blurr was shoving him into the wall he could have made things worse for the cyan mech and gone for that dent in his midsection, to really drive his point him that Blurr wasn't as funny as he thought he was. But no, none of that happened. Instead Roddy just stood and stared off at the other and yet... not. His optics were distant in an odd 'lights are on, no one is home' sort of situation. He seemed to have shut down while remaining online and functioning.

'Shit,' he thought to himself. 'That hurt.'

The diversion of pain had drawn him away from his arm that had been grabbed. Now that he was coming more too what had just happened, he went to raise it to his helm which was throbbing, the room spinning-

"D-dammit!" came the hissed word.

- only to be met with an unresponsive alert on his HUD and a rolling wave of pain in the joint of his elbow which caused everything below it to hang limp at his side. Instinctively his other servo went to that area to hold it, trying to will it to stop aching.

[Blurr]

At first, Blurr didn’t realize how much power he put into his push against Roddy, not until he took the chance to create distance and see the dazed state he had left the blue and purple mech in…

The entire struggle had happened within seconds, and Blurr instinctively did what he was trained to do… weaken a hostile.

He took on a wary stance, though it had not lasted long once his adrenaline subsided and his thoughts began to clear. Soon enough he grew more aware of what had actually happened.

Blurr kept his distance while he watched Roddy, hoping the young mech moved, spoke, raged- or did SOMETHING other than look so empty. Blurr’s expression shifted to deep worry and fear gripped his spark as his optics caught sight of the shattered concrete behind Roddy’s helm before shifting to the debris on the ground… did he really shove him that hard?

What had he done!? This was a teammate, a fellow Autobot! And despite the fact that Blurr was holding back to begin with, he still ended up causing so much more damage that he wasn’t even intending to do!

Regret infected Blurr, his entire stance crumbled and his posture melted into a sorrowful stance. This had been the first time he has ever had to actually attack another Autobot outside of sparring, with intention to shut them down. Roddy was just a young mech who struggled with temper management, and Blurr just attacked him.

He was such a glitch…

It wasn’t until Roddy finally moved to reach for his arm and seethe did Blurr visibly exvent in relief, from the look of the situation he was rather convinced he did some serious damage to the young mech’s processor.

“I- Roddy!I’msosorry-” he said quickly in a hushed tone, taking the chance to take a few steps towards the other. His optics ridges were knitted up in concern as he extended a servo towards the other in an attempt to show he wasn’t going to do anything any further… “I-... what's wrong with your arm? talk to me- Ijustwanttohelpyouthisisallmyfault-”

The speedster needed to try to fix this, after all it was his jokes that pushed Roddy this far. He couldn’t help but feel like he needed to take full responsibility for what had just gone down. The worst part was realizing that a subconscious part of the Wrecker treated Roddy as a full on threat, even though HE was the one who triggered him… Blurr had.. really messed up.

[Hot Rod]

Blurr's words were... different, not really in tone, but rather how they sounded? If that made sense. They were being said really fast, too fast for him to figure out what he was trying to tell him. Was that his panic setting in now that he realized what had actually gone down?

Then he noticed the movement.

"Don't-!" Roddy hissed as he twisted his frame away from Blurr's oncoming servo and stepped back, not wanting the other to touch him. He held his shoulder protectively, angled slightly away from him so that he wouldn't be able to touch it without him seeing the attempt. "Just... dont. Don't touch me- it. My arm, I mean. Can't really afford to risk making a bad situation worse, right? It's fine, no biggie."

Maybe when he was alone he could poke around at it, see if it was just sore from being twisted in a weird way, or if it'd been knocked out of its socked. He'd figure it out. Not that he'd tell Blurr that he planned to fumble around with it while he was by himself. That'd be a stupid thing to do, right? Of course it would. Right up Roddy's alley.

"You might have a bit of trouble if someone finds the lasting impression you've made of me," he said as he gestured with his helm towards the wall, using it as an excuse to sidestep away from the other to look at the indentation of his frame in the wall. The impact had been enough to cause damage- it was just a good thing it was on a cosmetic wall that wasn't as sound rather than a load bearing one, or else they would have a whole other set of issues to deal with. That was probably why it had been easier to damage it, a speeding melon hitting a wall aside. "Can't really tell it's my frame, but at the end of the day if you wanted something you could sit and stare at you could have just taken a picture."

Roddy laughed slightly, then immediately stopped, winced, and reduced that laughter to a chuckle in one transition. Something physical hurt for sure, he just wasn't sure where the aches and pains started and stopped. The damage to his pride? That ran far deeper. Which was exactly why he couldn't bring himself to look at Blurr directly, optics angled down to stare at his autobrand instead. 

"Guess this is what they call karma, huh?"

[Blurr]

“Don’t-!”

Blurr immediately halted, not daring to take a step further. He lowered his servos and his shoulders fell ever so slightly as he watched Roddy turn away from him. In fact, this made Blurr step back, to allow the mech more space.

He remained silent and his servos overlapped in front of him as he fidgeted out his worry by tapping his digits together, making light tapping metallic sounds. He didn’t know what to say in response to Roddy trying to brush the situation off, not at first. Before he found something to say, the young mech changed the subject towards the wall, in which Blurr casted a sharp but disappointed look at the impression.

Roddy’s attempts to make jokes about it didn’t really reflect any positive emotion for Blurr, he just looked… unsure, lost in thought perhaps.

The cyan Wrecker shifted a bit before lowering his servos to his sides, silencing the fidgeting. He casted a glance to Roddy, then to the concrete shards on the ground, then back to the younger mech… and Blurr couldn’t help but crack a small grin in disbelief.

“I don’t think it was paid back fairly.” he then spoke up in a softened tone, his optics locking onto Roddy’s, noticing the other was refusing to do the same… but that was okay. He didn’t blame him.

With a cautious step forward, Blurr kneaded down and reached out to grab a piece of the concrete and looked it over in his servo… he couldn’t believe he had done this.

Blurr dropped the shard on the floor gently and then stood back up, looking at Roddy once more.

“Why don’t you go and try to see if any medic can fit you into their schedule, I wouldn’t want you to be out of commission longer than you may need to be. I’m sorry I did this, just go and relax, I’ll take care of the damage here.” he suggested, before looking back down and side scooting a piece of cement out of the way from the middle of the hall.

“If I could take care of your’s, too, I would. Though unfortunately I'm just not skilled in that aspect…” Blurr shook his helm clearly in disappointment towards himself, but even then, he still remained positive and owned up to what he had done. There was a glint of determination in his optics as he looked back to Roddy.

“I’ll make this up to you, okay? I’m sorry I pushed your buttons, I don’t want you to think I blame you for something that could have been easily avoided. We’ll set things right! No hard feelings?”

[Hot Rod]

Roddy didn't look at Blurr, focused on his shoulder as he moved it around with the other servo, just to see where it the actual issue was. He could feel where the joint could go back in, and it didn't feel like there were any weird wires in the way that would hurt like hell if they got pinched. Could he just slip it back in? A little movement in this and that direction told him that he'd need a little more oomph to get it to go where it should be. 

"I'm not really the type to go see the nurse every time I get a boo-boo. This isn't anything I haven't handled before on my own."

Just another mech who hated to go to the medic. Not uncommon for one reason or another. Roddy had just learned to handle things on his own since he was always alone. His reasoning was just a little more simple, less about hate, more about 'what the hell can you do for me that I haven't done for myself'.

"You're such a weirdo. You don't owe me anything and you don't have to 'make it up to me'. What kind of weird talking are you doing with all of that? Just to let you know, the whole 'self sacrifice' thing really doesn't go well with your character and you sound kind of pitiful when you do it so may as well drop it." 

Roddy was walking over to the opposite wall, leaning his shoulder against it as he applied a little pressure to try and find that sweet spot while using his other servo to position it correctly. He lifted it, moved it to the left, the right, rotated it a bit...

Ah! There it was.

Twisting his upper frame back a bit, he held his shoulder in position then slammed it into the wall with a satisfying 'CRACK' sound of metal.

[Blurr]

The speedster just stared at the mech in pure disbelief after he said that. He let the other’s words sink in and once they did, Blurr grew a little annoyed.

Blurr glared and a huff escaped from his vents as he pivoted around with the use of one ped to face sideways before he threw his servos up into the air with an annoyed shrug. That action however was immediately regretted after his wound began to throb, causing him to lower his arms. The racer began to pace, walking right to left, pivoting skillfully before walking left to right.

“Me? What kind of weird talk am I doing? Have you listened to yourself!? I’m just trying to help you, okay? It’sbecauseofmeyou’rehurt! Besides I could probably get all this cleaned up faster than you could! And you, absolutelypositivelywouldtakemuchlongerwithadisplacedarm! Just let me help you? Why are you so stubborn? I’m a comrade, I'm supposed to help you!”

The cyan ex-racer ranted as he paced, glaring at the floor.

During his aggravated fit, he didn’t even realize walking over to the opposite wall.

“It just makes sense for me to stay! I’m less injured, I’msureofit! You stubborn mech, don't you know you need to take better care of yourself!”

Blurr stopped his pacing and pointed an accusing digit at the wall where Roddy once was, only seeing that the other speedster was not there. Surprised, Blurr lowered his servo and was just about to look around just as that horrid sound of metal on concrete intertwined with a loud crack made the mech whip around in less than a nanosecond.

Blurr stared at Roddy in pure dread as he pieced together what the other had just done, the way the other was positioned and the fact that his arm wasn’t hanging awkwardly were the main indicators of the other’s choices.

Silence surrounded the two, Blurr was at a loss for words, and for a good long few seconds, after his words finally caught back up to his processing speed, Blurr erupted.

“AREYOUCRAZY?! ThatsnotsafeatallPrimusyoureallyAREstubbornandnowtthat’sprobablynotgoingtohealright!”

[Hot Rod]

Roddy was trying to pay attention, he was- when he was attempting to, at least.

That time came after he had slammed his shoulder into the wall and moved it around some. Doing that hurt, made him a little dizzy while his frame tried to figure out just what had happened, but it wasn't the first time. Most likely it wouldn't be the last either, considering it was rather easy to hit those high rise shoulders of his and throw his joints for all kinds of loops. Good thing it usually took some force to do.

Blurr had just been 'lucky' to get him in a position where it was dislodged with that speed and slam. He knew the other was already feeling bad for it, even if Roddy had more than deserved it. He was trying to make it better in his own way, to alleviate some of the guilt the other speedster was feeling. By the looks of it that seemed to be going completely opposite of his intentions. 

Roddy leaned against the very wall he had just slammed his arm into, trying to steady himself while recovering from the ordeal. As Blurr talked he noticed that the words seemed to oddly... run away from him? His voice sped up enough that the words melted into one, making it difficult to figure out exactly what was being said. Roddy squinted, not that it would help.

"Look, Sea Boy, can ya calm down? I'm really trying my best to understand you."

What was wrong with him? Was it a malfunction? Something that showed up all the time, or just when he was emotionally charged? Blurr had been normal before, so he was just trying to see what may have caused it to be triggered. 

"Just take a deep breath and try again. I really don't think my brain is in the mood to piece together what you're saying. I'm the one who hurt his arm, there's no reason for you to go wandering into the deep side of the pool. Neither of us is feeling too hot right now- and that's saying a lot, coming from me."