[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Burning Curiosity [Closed | Carbine]
Jul 18, 2020 19:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Jul 18, 2020 19:59:13 GMT -5
As expected, Bumblebee had no clue.
"Just sor̡ry ̡a̧t͠ t̀he͝ a͢f̵termath. If I j-just dented his helm̨ ͘i̷n̶ ͘or ́s̡p̷lit his lip I wouldn't care."
All the surge of joy and relief at getting to pretend he socked the warden of Garrus in the teeth, with none of the crippling backlash that came with it! If he had pulled his punch a bit, if he hadn't used his taser, and had not thrown his entire MASS into the strike with a hefted reel that could never occur in natural combat... He may have gotten off with some extra chores, being snarled at, and a guilt free experience. Then again, if he didn't put his all into it, it may not be as hard a conclusion on that chapter in his life. He may not have been able to slam that book closed with a few pages having the corners folded in so he could open it back up should the situation call for it. Hunting, searching... trying to find a way to torment the other mech covertly with a smug makeshift grin and misguided feeling of vengeance...
There was some annoyance that formed as Bumblebee tried to empathize with him. To Carbine it wasn't really an equivalent exchange of experiences. On one hand you had an individual drug through hell for a massive portion of their life, finally being able... being TOLD it was ok to strike the source of it all down and relieve the pent up anger... and then on the other side you had the runty goodie-goodie who was overcome with a disease that made him turn against his idol, or whatever Optimus was to him. One was fueled from raw kindled resentment and pain that festered and rotted in his core, the other was senseless abandonment to logic with no real PERSONAL grudge that was being worked off of.
This caused Carbine's eyes to narrow a bit, 'brows' furrowing as his gaze turned in the direction of a scowl. Sure, the other mech may be trying to find common ground, to be friendly and keep the conversation going... but the comparison was not good. Carbine wasn't playing the 'my woes are greater' card, but the scenarios weren't the same for him. It was like comparing copper to brass and pretending they could be utilized in the same applications. Unless the Scout had some deep seeded HATE for the Prime he wasn't aware of, it was more a hollow attempt than anything.
Bolo seemed to pick up on this irritation from Master, his ears flicking back a bit as yellow eyes locked upon the other mech across from the divide. His stance may not have moved, he didn't stand or hunch his back up to show anger, yet vocalizations were another thing. A low growl teetered out, a hollow noise that rumbled along with the hum of the forcefield.
"Look, I c-can easily share is̕ ͜he k̕z͞ztt̕ ́w̵ho, but it'd just tarnis̨h̵ Wind́şhield at this p-point further. Details about̶ ̡t͘he̶ enc̨o͝unter need to be let go."
A semi-noble attempt? Wow.
Through the time after speaking to Javelin, Carbine wondered if he was out of line for possibly DAMNING Windshield in a way. He even felt like he probably went too far by sharing with Patch who the Ex-Decepticon stole from. Then again, the idea any that suffered in Garrus would wear HIS face was an abhorrent concept that he struggled to wrap his processor around. Even with his crapass of an individual Carbine was, and how many atrocities he committed, he would never rip off his own face and wear a demon's just so he could crook a smile... yet did he really want to turn everyone's disgust upon the other mech when he was scrabbling to join the Autobots?
An attempt Carbine trusted as much as he warily trusted Bumblebee's kindness right here and now.
"I mau͟le͜d him̢; I̶ ̡can o-offer him that secu͠r̨ìty̵ I ̡sup̛po̶se."
A shrug before yellow eyes locked back upon Bumblebee with a sort of glare, his voice dropping some.
"You can̕'t̶ pu̵t ͠l͞og̨i͠c to ri͡pp̨ing half a face of͠f to ̢the̴ ̷base's̡-st̛ruc͠ture Squeakers. Give̡ ̕u̶p try͢i̸ng ͞to ̛find it her̸e."
"Just sor̡ry ̡a̧t͠ t̀he͝ a͢f̵termath. If I j-just dented his helm̨ ͘i̷n̶ ͘or ́s̡p̷lit his lip I wouldn't care."
All the surge of joy and relief at getting to pretend he socked the warden of Garrus in the teeth, with none of the crippling backlash that came with it! If he had pulled his punch a bit, if he hadn't used his taser, and had not thrown his entire MASS into the strike with a hefted reel that could never occur in natural combat... He may have gotten off with some extra chores, being snarled at, and a guilt free experience. Then again, if he didn't put his all into it, it may not be as hard a conclusion on that chapter in his life. He may not have been able to slam that book closed with a few pages having the corners folded in so he could open it back up should the situation call for it. Hunting, searching... trying to find a way to torment the other mech covertly with a smug makeshift grin and misguided feeling of vengeance...
There was some annoyance that formed as Bumblebee tried to empathize with him. To Carbine it wasn't really an equivalent exchange of experiences. On one hand you had an individual drug through hell for a massive portion of their life, finally being able... being TOLD it was ok to strike the source of it all down and relieve the pent up anger... and then on the other side you had the runty goodie-goodie who was overcome with a disease that made him turn against his idol, or whatever Optimus was to him. One was fueled from raw kindled resentment and pain that festered and rotted in his core, the other was senseless abandonment to logic with no real PERSONAL grudge that was being worked off of.
This caused Carbine's eyes to narrow a bit, 'brows' furrowing as his gaze turned in the direction of a scowl. Sure, the other mech may be trying to find common ground, to be friendly and keep the conversation going... but the comparison was not good. Carbine wasn't playing the 'my woes are greater' card, but the scenarios weren't the same for him. It was like comparing copper to brass and pretending they could be utilized in the same applications. Unless the Scout had some deep seeded HATE for the Prime he wasn't aware of, it was more a hollow attempt than anything.
Bolo seemed to pick up on this irritation from Master, his ears flicking back a bit as yellow eyes locked upon the other mech across from the divide. His stance may not have moved, he didn't stand or hunch his back up to show anger, yet vocalizations were another thing. A low growl teetered out, a hollow noise that rumbled along with the hum of the forcefield.
"Look, I c-can easily share is̕ ͜he k̕z͞ztt̕ ́w̵ho, but it'd just tarnis̨h̵ Wind́şhield at this p-point further. Details about̶ ̡t͘he̶ enc̨o͝unter need to be let go."
A semi-noble attempt? Wow.
Through the time after speaking to Javelin, Carbine wondered if he was out of line for possibly DAMNING Windshield in a way. He even felt like he probably went too far by sharing with Patch who the Ex-Decepticon stole from. Then again, the idea any that suffered in Garrus would wear HIS face was an abhorrent concept that he struggled to wrap his processor around. Even with his crapass of an individual Carbine was, and how many atrocities he committed, he would never rip off his own face and wear a demon's just so he could crook a smile... yet did he really want to turn everyone's disgust upon the other mech when he was scrabbling to join the Autobots?
An attempt Carbine trusted as much as he warily trusted Bumblebee's kindness right here and now.
"I mau͟le͜d him̢; I̶ ̡can o-offer him that secu͠r̨ìty̵ I ̡sup̛po̶se."
A shrug before yellow eyes locked back upon Bumblebee with a sort of glare, his voice dropping some.
"You can̕'t̶ pu̵t ͠l͞og̨i͠c to ri͡pp̨ing half a face of͠f to ̢the̴ ̷base's̡-st̛ruc͠ture Squeakers. Give̡ ̕u̶p try͢i̸ng ͞to ̛find it her̸e."