Ep. 2 - Enduring the Storm - [Closed]
Feb 16, 2016 23:47:48 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Feb 16, 2016 23:47:48 GMT -5
"Making conversation while performing near instantaneous moves. If I were one to bargain, I would wager you are not taking this seriously."
Ahh... the seriousness of a board game. Optimus wasn't being literal of course; he didn’t expect this game to be treated as a training exercise or anything of the sort. It was a game, and as such was meant to be enjoyed in whatever way participants favored. If Red Alert wanted to toss away his turns? So be it. Luckily the Prime knew that was not the case, and Red was most definitely NOT throwing away his turns, remaining calm and relaxed despite the words the other Cybertronian said soon after.
If this were anyone else, Optimus may consider trying to help the individual. Talk to them about how each person on the team has a place, and how each individual has their own flaws and issues to deal with. Red Alert's... problems... for lack of a better word, were no different than others and their quirks. His situation was just far more transparent, and he suffered because of it. It didn’t seem he could hide it, and was doing the best he could to play normal, while still upholding his job, and his own paranoia.
But this was Red Alert.
Anything he would say would be lost and pointless. He couldn't change the hand the other Cybertronian was dealt, and to even attempt as much would be spinning his wheels and drawing attention to the situation with a bold light. It is because of this, he only rocked his shoulders up marginally in a partial shrug, the action so minute that it was more the internal components shifting than the actual arches of red and chrome. He knew it would be visible however for the 'paranoid' sort.
"May I not intrude upon your territory?"
He declared, referring to the field of paranoia he eluded to during conversation, while simultaneously moving some of the forces forward upon the board and finishing his turn.
Ahh... the seriousness of a board game. Optimus wasn't being literal of course; he didn’t expect this game to be treated as a training exercise or anything of the sort. It was a game, and as such was meant to be enjoyed in whatever way participants favored. If Red Alert wanted to toss away his turns? So be it. Luckily the Prime knew that was not the case, and Red was most definitely NOT throwing away his turns, remaining calm and relaxed despite the words the other Cybertronian said soon after.
If this were anyone else, Optimus may consider trying to help the individual. Talk to them about how each person on the team has a place, and how each individual has their own flaws and issues to deal with. Red Alert's... problems... for lack of a better word, were no different than others and their quirks. His situation was just far more transparent, and he suffered because of it. It didn’t seem he could hide it, and was doing the best he could to play normal, while still upholding his job, and his own paranoia.
But this was Red Alert.
Anything he would say would be lost and pointless. He couldn't change the hand the other Cybertronian was dealt, and to even attempt as much would be spinning his wheels and drawing attention to the situation with a bold light. It is because of this, he only rocked his shoulders up marginally in a partial shrug, the action so minute that it was more the internal components shifting than the actual arches of red and chrome. He knew it would be visible however for the 'paranoid' sort.
"May I not intrude upon your territory?"
He declared, referring to the field of paranoia he eluded to during conversation, while simultaneously moving some of the forces forward upon the board and finishing his turn.