[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Unleashed Creativity [Knock Out]
Jan 19, 2019 0:18:26 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Jan 19, 2019 0:18:26 GMT -5
The first box held nothing of use, and he’d close it with a vent of frustration, moving to the next. This one had various jars of solvents, and a moment of rummaging later produced what he was looking for - sealant! There wasn’t a lot, but it’d do for the current purpose of fixing up the cylinder.
“See that you do - technically you are not my patient right now, as this visit is not medically inclined, so I have a duty to pass on any information should I see fit. Just on the off chance you don’t feel like you have to.” deadpan, droned words. Blackframe may have murmured his own words of annoyance, but Knock Out heard him just fine.
With a hum, he peered at the sealant, twisting the container this way and that, making sure it was still good and hadn’t expired. Once satisfied, he moved back over to his workbench. He couldn’t help but roll his optics at Blackframe’s words. Was he even listening to himself?
“Report it to whom, exactly? There’s nobody above Megatron in terms of rank! How do you know about that incident, anyway?” he frowned at that. He’d made a note of it in the medical log, but those were unable to be accessed by anyone except himself and Soundwave, and he highly doubted the Spymaster would’ve blabbed-
Flatline.
Not that it mattered. Knock Out not reporting his injury to anyone was vastly different to Blackframe threatening to offline one of their own. That was grounds for exile, almost! Blackframe had a lot of nerve - either that or he was more unhinged than Knock Out realized.
With a rumble of a grunt, he’d start to work at sealing up the many joints and edges of the cylinder. Slow and steady with his servos, not wanting to rush this - Blackframe wanted it to be watertight, and Knock Out was a stickler for getting things right first time.
“Starting over sounds like a plan.” he didn’t raise his voice like Blackframe had, gaze and focus on the cylinder now and what he was doing.
“Help me with? No - but what you could do is go find the box with the paints in. You wanted this freshly painted, no? Go pick out a color you want. There should be some laying around somewhere.”
Granted they’d probably all be various shades of purple, grey and silver - as were the more common colors for the Decepticons, the Vehicons especially who needed touch ups now and then - but beggars could not be choosers. The cherry-red that coated Knock Out’s frame, hidden away in his quarters in his personal collection.
“Be careful though, some of the containers are a little damaged from the crash.”
“See that you do - technically you are not my patient right now, as this visit is not medically inclined, so I have a duty to pass on any information should I see fit. Just on the off chance you don’t feel like you have to.” deadpan, droned words. Blackframe may have murmured his own words of annoyance, but Knock Out heard him just fine.
With a hum, he peered at the sealant, twisting the container this way and that, making sure it was still good and hadn’t expired. Once satisfied, he moved back over to his workbench. He couldn’t help but roll his optics at Blackframe’s words. Was he even listening to himself?
“Report it to whom, exactly? There’s nobody above Megatron in terms of rank! How do you know about that incident, anyway?” he frowned at that. He’d made a note of it in the medical log, but those were unable to be accessed by anyone except himself and Soundwave, and he highly doubted the Spymaster would’ve blabbed-
Flatline.
Not that it mattered. Knock Out not reporting his injury to anyone was vastly different to Blackframe threatening to offline one of their own. That was grounds for exile, almost! Blackframe had a lot of nerve - either that or he was more unhinged than Knock Out realized.
With a rumble of a grunt, he’d start to work at sealing up the many joints and edges of the cylinder. Slow and steady with his servos, not wanting to rush this - Blackframe wanted it to be watertight, and Knock Out was a stickler for getting things right first time.
“Starting over sounds like a plan.” he didn’t raise his voice like Blackframe had, gaze and focus on the cylinder now and what he was doing.
“Help me with? No - but what you could do is go find the box with the paints in. You wanted this freshly painted, no? Go pick out a color you want. There should be some laying around somewhere.”
Granted they’d probably all be various shades of purple, grey and silver - as were the more common colors for the Decepticons, the Vehicons especially who needed touch ups now and then - but beggars could not be choosers. The cherry-red that coated Knock Out’s frame, hidden away in his quarters in his personal collection.
“Be careful though, some of the containers are a little damaged from the crash.”