[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Out of the Blue [Closed]
Nov 21, 2019 20:44:25 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Nov 21, 2019 20:44:25 GMT -5
Carbine watched quietly while Patch... well... patched herself up, patient and allowing her to take her time. There was no threat of a Decepticon attack given the Truce in play, and MECH would probably be heard long before they could sneak up on them in the dark. From what Carbine remembered hearing, they seemed to like to use large vehicles and helicopters, the latter of which Carbine was well acquainted with being noisy bastards.
"Well, p-plenty of tools back a̡t̵ ̀b͠ase to get it fixed up better."
Calm, not even bothered he just volunteered Racthet's belongings to be used by a stranger.
At Patch's question, Carbine turned to look up the ravine to its edge, his hands moving to place on his hips as he thought over the situation. A light clink sounded as a white fingertip tapped along his hip housing.
"Just got to get out of here t̷h̵en͜ B̀ulkhead can open a B-bridge."
Matter of fact, not concerned in the slightest.
"If Ratchet he there k͜z̵ztt̸ was could probab͟l̀y ope͡n the portal in here."
With this in mind, the black and white mech would move his hands forward, lacing his fingers together into a solid shape, before he eased down enough to make a small platform that Patch could step up and into should she choose. If she were to plant her ped in his palms, Carbine would heft upright with a bit of force to slightly 'pop' Patch up so she could get a good handhold to pry herself out.
"Up up̢ ̶away?"
He mused while awaiting her choice, eyes crooked at the bottom to imply a smile.
Meanwhile, Bolo had recovered from the bright lighting, and settled down into a casual sit while watching the other two. His yellow optics shifted between Master and Patch, trying to figure out what was happening and what exactly was being spoken of. Despite the leaking fuel, the femme seemed... ok, so Bolo wasn't showing any more concern at this point.
Long ears flicked while he watched, forepaws flexing some along the dirty ground. He somewhat wanted to run and play more, now that he had a full stomach, but he saw that didn't seem to be on the menu for the moment, settling instead on lifting his snout to sniff curiously at the air.
"Well, p-plenty of tools back a̡t̵ ̀b͠ase to get it fixed up better."
Calm, not even bothered he just volunteered Racthet's belongings to be used by a stranger.
At Patch's question, Carbine turned to look up the ravine to its edge, his hands moving to place on his hips as he thought over the situation. A light clink sounded as a white fingertip tapped along his hip housing.
"Just got to get out of here t̷h̵en͜ B̀ulkhead can open a B-bridge."
Matter of fact, not concerned in the slightest.
"If Ratchet he there k͜z̵ztt̸ was could probab͟l̀y ope͡n the portal in here."
Bulk wasn't what Carbine would call intelligent.
At that, Carbine's helm turned to look over at Patch, yellow optics settling down onto her as he started to size up her scale and how heavy she may be. While the ex-cop had some strength to him given his size and occupation, his shoulder's weren't in the best shape from eons of using them to bash open doors and other reckless slamming assaults to throw Decepticons backwards so Thundercloud could kill them on his behalf. Lifting forces could be a bit painful, but he wasn't about to betray that! Especially in front of a lady!
With this in mind, the black and white mech would move his hands forward, lacing his fingers together into a solid shape, before he eased down enough to make a small platform that Patch could step up and into should she choose. If she were to plant her ped in his palms, Carbine would heft upright with a bit of force to slightly 'pop' Patch up so she could get a good handhold to pry herself out.
"Up up̢ ̶away?"
He mused while awaiting her choice, eyes crooked at the bottom to imply a smile.
Meanwhile, Bolo had recovered from the bright lighting, and settled down into a casual sit while watching the other two. His yellow optics shifted between Master and Patch, trying to figure out what was happening and what exactly was being spoken of. Despite the leaking fuel, the femme seemed... ok, so Bolo wasn't showing any more concern at this point.
Long ears flicked while he watched, forepaws flexing some along the dirty ground. He somewhat wanted to run and play more, now that he had a full stomach, but he saw that didn't seem to be on the menu for the moment, settling instead on lifting his snout to sniff curiously at the air.