[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Faceoff [Sideswipe] Jul 19, 2019 23:36:41 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Jul 19, 2019 23:36:41 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 | Week 4 | Day 3
A slow stride, aimless, confused almost...
Carbine wasn't entirely sure what to feel about the state of the base at the moment, calmly walking down a hallway towards his quarters with a small ration of Energon clutched firmly in his hands.
Things were... as normal as they could be.
It was weird.
People talked about recent events, why wouldn’t they? But the base itself didn’t really change in its day to day functions from what he saw. Individuals still did their chores and tasks, Optimus was still a silent ominous figure that appeared on occasion, and Ratchet was holed up in his little domain puttering around... If someone new arrived at the base in this moment it would probably not even be apparent that some kind of attack happened and a disease was skittering around. The only things that were bound to be different were the fact that Bumblebee and Sideswipe were locked away, not part of the flow of the base as they recovered from... well... one from disease, other from injury.
Carbine worried about Bumblebee, though he wouldn’t really admit that too sincerely other than his little chat with Ratchet the other day. He would play it off, 'Of course I hope he gets better soon!' with a smile and other canned replies, or perhaps add on a 'I miss my sparring partner!' with an implied smirk with a crook of the bottom edge of his eyes up. He was worried more than he let on however, finding great anxiety that one of the very few new people he has met and actually befriended, very well could die or need to be put down due to this illness. It made Carbine feel a bit cursed in a way, wondering who was next on the chopping block because of his presence.
When it came to Sideswipe, there was a different kind of concern. Not in the 'oh no he's a friend I worry' sort of way, but more in the 'holy crap, dude got jacked up' sort of cringe. Carbine didn't know the mech, he never experienced a conversation with him past maybe a couple words, and he never really interacted with him worth anything. Which was weird... From what he knew the other individual may be someone he would get along with, not the most mature person around, with a childish edge that probably would kindle up some crazy antics. Maybe that was why he didn’t get to know him? Scared of the mischief and trouble that would befall.
Gosh was he getting... gag... MATURE?
No... timing just never worked out.
It would be awhile though, since the freakshow had his face seared off like some kind of horror act. It would probably take Ratchet a long time to patch something together to make him not vomit inducing to the kids. He'd probably have to wear some kind of half mask just to make him stomachable to look at! Hah... Carbine would totally want to draw a face on it. Maybe a half grumpy mouth or a gaping expression with stupid rounded off teeth nubs like those jack-o-lantern things... Hah! Or may- OH-
Carbine let out a disgruntled snort as he almost ran into someone else walking down the hallway in his distracted thoughts, the rotors on his back flaring up with a rattled clatter of the plates of metal, while he almost puffed up in defiance to square off with the unknowing assailant. It was as if he were ready to throw down for the fact this person almost made him drop his precious fuel. He started to speak, started to belt out a 'Hey! Watch where you're going!' only for the words to be cut off prematurely when his processor skidded to a halt and he realized it was the freakshow looking... not so freakshow.