[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Wakey wakey, rise and shine... (Bladewing/Knockout)
Sept 23, 2020 16:35:12 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2020 16:35:12 GMT -5
There was only darkness at first. And no feelings or thoughts. But then suddenly the darkness faded. Hunger was the first sensation, followed by way too little energon coursing through him. Warmth was the next sensation, it was all around him. He could feel something brush by. Air. He needed the air, but was just floating by something was keeping it from him…
The cassette's frame twitched as he started to gasp for air and cough, almost like Bladewing had done before. Dust and sand was expelled in little puffs from Blue's vents.
As the air finally entered his frame he felt his panic subside. Slowly but surely there came more things to feel, bad, panic inducing things: Pain. His whole frame was aching as if he'd been thrown into a wall by some really big and angry Decepticon. They tended to do this kind of stuff - never to him, he was too good at hiding, but he'd heard things and seen things.
Why did everything hurt? Where was he? Who was he? What was he? … Questions over questions and no answers…
There wasn't much of a reaction from the little cassette, safe from a litte twitching. As if he was trying and failing to find a position that wasn't painful. His green optics were flickering online for short moment. Theire gaze however were empty and without recognition.
There was reassurance and care. A knowledge that he was safe and everything would be fine. It didn't come from him… Where did it come from?
Maybe he'd been caught stealing energon? Energon… That was a strange stuff if you thought about it… They drank the blood of their creator god for it to be processed and become their own blood and fuel…
No that wasn't it. He was to good at sneaking to be … no, he remebered something. He had been caught, but that hadn't been a bad thing… That was where the reassurance and care came from. His host, he had a host. Bladewing. And he was a cassette NMK28. No he had a name now. Bladewing had given him one. Blue, he was Blue. Stupid name… But his name and he cherrished it. It had been a gift.
A paind groan and a somewhat fitful venting from time to time are all the noises comming from Blue, but they are making his discomfort quite clear anyway.
Why did everything hurt? Why was he here? Where was here? Why didn't his host take the pain away like he'd taken away his fear?
He felt another fit of panic wash over his spark. And this time all the care and reassurance couldn't make the panic go away.
The blissful darkness came back, taking him away and rescued him from all the pain and all the unaswered questions.
Blue's frame went still and slag again, now however with a staedy spark beat and a steady ventilation.
The cassette's frame twitched as he started to gasp for air and cough, almost like Bladewing had done before. Dust and sand was expelled in little puffs from Blue's vents.
As the air finally entered his frame he felt his panic subside. Slowly but surely there came more things to feel, bad, panic inducing things: Pain. His whole frame was aching as if he'd been thrown into a wall by some really big and angry Decepticon. They tended to do this kind of stuff - never to him, he was too good at hiding, but he'd heard things and seen things.
Why did everything hurt? Where was he? Who was he? What was he? … Questions over questions and no answers…
There wasn't much of a reaction from the little cassette, safe from a litte twitching. As if he was trying and failing to find a position that wasn't painful. His green optics were flickering online for short moment. Theire gaze however were empty and without recognition.
There was reassurance and care. A knowledge that he was safe and everything would be fine. It didn't come from him… Where did it come from?
Maybe he'd been caught stealing energon? Energon… That was a strange stuff if you thought about it… They drank the blood of their creator god for it to be processed and become their own blood and fuel…
No that wasn't it. He was to good at sneaking to be … no, he remebered something. He had been caught, but that hadn't been a bad thing… That was where the reassurance and care came from. His host, he had a host. Bladewing. And he was a cassette NMK28. No he had a name now. Bladewing had given him one. Blue, he was Blue. Stupid name… But his name and he cherrished it. It had been a gift.
A paind groan and a somewhat fitful venting from time to time are all the noises comming from Blue, but they are making his discomfort quite clear anyway.
Why did everything hurt? Why was he here? Where was here? Why didn't his host take the pain away like he'd taken away his fear?
He felt another fit of panic wash over his spark. And this time all the care and reassurance couldn't make the panic go away.
The blissful darkness came back, taking him away and rescued him from all the pain and all the unaswered questions.
Blue's frame went still and slag again, now however with a staedy spark beat and a steady ventilation.