[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]It's Just Medicine (Patch, Jazz)
May 5, 2020 12:36:11 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on May 5, 2020 12:36:11 GMT -5
"Used to it?" Jazz thought a moment about her question, and though he didn't have optics to reflect it, the slight tilt of his helm and upward curl of the corner of his mouth was enough to show his slight confusion to the question- or the preponderance of it. The odd way that he stared at her during this time was almost feline, and the protruding audial receptors on top of his helm certainly didn't help with the look.
Then, a light bulb. He smacked his left fist in his right palm as he finally figured out what she was getting at.
"Aha! I get'cha now." He relaxed, shrugged, and crossed his arms as he thought about the answer. "Well, I never got 'star struck' or anythin' like that, so I guess I don't really notice how much certain bots can affect those around 'em. I mean, I know bein' in Optimus's presence is one thing- he's our Commander... our Leader... so it's only natural for him to inspire those around him. Guess I never considered anyone else to have that sort of impact."
He gave a half-witted smirk at her. "I mean, unless ya count Ratchet. He could probably inspire someone to get off their aft and move real quick if he's pissed enough. Heck, I wouldn't put it past that mech to be able ta raise the dead... and I don't mean through any sort of medical means." Jazz looked around as if checking to see if someone was around them or at least listening in. He knew Red had eyes and ears everywhere, and the look on his face silently told the Security Chief to not dare say a word to the medic.
Turning his attention back to Patch, he once more had the thoughtful expression on his face that he'd had before indirectly warning Red Alert. "I think you'll get use to it as time goes on and ya probably won't even flinch when someone mentions a name ya know. They'll just be like old friends to ya." He smiled widely. "And, ta be honest? Ya got the potential to be one of the big wigs yourself one day, so you'll be able to stand on a pedestal all of your own. You'll probably be able to outlive us all and when we're nothin' more than names in a data file, you'll be able to tell all the stories about the good and bad times for the generations to come."
Then, a light bulb. He smacked his left fist in his right palm as he finally figured out what she was getting at.
"Aha! I get'cha now." He relaxed, shrugged, and crossed his arms as he thought about the answer. "Well, I never got 'star struck' or anythin' like that, so I guess I don't really notice how much certain bots can affect those around 'em. I mean, I know bein' in Optimus's presence is one thing- he's our Commander... our Leader... so it's only natural for him to inspire those around him. Guess I never considered anyone else to have that sort of impact."
He gave a half-witted smirk at her. "I mean, unless ya count Ratchet. He could probably inspire someone to get off their aft and move real quick if he's pissed enough. Heck, I wouldn't put it past that mech to be able ta raise the dead... and I don't mean through any sort of medical means." Jazz looked around as if checking to see if someone was around them or at least listening in. He knew Red had eyes and ears everywhere, and the look on his face silently told the Security Chief to not dare say a word to the medic.
Turning his attention back to Patch, he once more had the thoughtful expression on his face that he'd had before indirectly warning Red Alert. "I think you'll get use to it as time goes on and ya probably won't even flinch when someone mentions a name ya know. They'll just be like old friends to ya." He smiled widely. "And, ta be honest? Ya got the potential to be one of the big wigs yourself one day, so you'll be able to stand on a pedestal all of your own. You'll probably be able to outlive us all and when we're nothin' more than names in a data file, you'll be able to tell all the stories about the good and bad times for the generations to come."