[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Burning Curiosity [Closed | Carbine]
Aug 8, 2020 0:10:49 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Aug 8, 2020 0:10:49 GMT -5
--Whatever…-- he droned.
The ‘Golden Child’ thing got old so very fast, to the point he didn’t feel it worthy of any real response, and he’d watch curiously at the brief flicker of emotion on the other mech’s faceplate. Only- he took it as Carbine’s slightly discolored optic acting up and nothing more.
He’d never been very good at reading people. Not that it mattered, as Carbine’s next words more than betrayed how he felt. Anger, rage - only further accentuated by the multiple glitches throughout the screamed, jumbled words.
--Maybe you did! I've seen how you act here, throwing your weight around and picking on people, testing Optimus’ patience- punching Windshield. Maybe you just pissed off the wrong person and they fought back!-- the beeps came out before he could really think of what he was saying, but he couldn’t take them back now. Optics narrowed defiantly, he would stare the other mech down, his own servos still curled tightly into fists.
That’s how prison worked, right? Only had to look at someone wrong for them to pounce on you and beat you to a pulp. He’d gotten into a scuffle or two when he’d been in the Kaon Prison Complex- thankfully nothing too bad, but, at least he had some idea. Carbine did have a knack for finding trouble and pissing people off, and in this moment of annoyance? That's where Bumblebee's processor went.
--As for Ratchet, have you even asked him?!--
He shook his helm, optics whirring as they refocused. Ratchet had tried his absolutely damnedest to fix Bumblebee, but it was impossible. But he’d tried. Multiple times, with everything he had. Yet, maybe something like Carbine’s glitch could be fixed. He’d mentioned processor damage, yet the only thing seemingly wrong was the jittery pops that littered his words.
Yet he probably hadn’t even tried to get it fixed.
He was annoyed at that, annoyed at the lack of effort- when Carbine’s next words made him frown further, shaking his arms out just slightly before clenching his servos once more.
--You think I don’t know that?! I was sparked in the middle of the damn war, I fought even though it was not mine to fight! I gave everything I could- I still do! Cybertron may be dead, but it’s still out there, or have you forgotten.--
He could’ve gone into some spiel about how he believed it could be saved, how one day they could go back there and try and fix the wrongs that’d been inflicted against the planet. How one day once the Decepticons were defeated once and for all, they could return home. They could rebuild, and he wanted to be there when they did.
Even though deep down he thought that, he hoped for that? He knew it was a long way off. They were barely surviving here on Earth, so the thought of them suddenly getting the means to destroy the Decepticons and MECH any time soon? Well… He was naive, but he wasn’t an idiot.
Plus, he didn’t want to give Carbine any more ammunition against him. He was sure many of them dreamt of returning to Cybertron one day - Carbine included - yet he didn’t want to be seen as weak in this moment for longing to go back there.
Thankfully, Carbine’s attention shifted elsewhere. While Bumblebee had felt awful for the fact Bolo was in distress throughout this entire ordeal, the helicopter mech had seemingly had enough. As he turned suddenly to slam his pede down hard against the concrete, Bumblebee flinched.
--Hey!--
As Carbine lunged to pick up Bolo, Bumblebee would move forward suddenly- almost as if he’d forgotten that there was a barrier between them. He didn’t like how rough the other mech was being with the cassette, even if he probably wasn’t. It just looked it from this angle, and it deeply upset the yellow Scout. He didn’t mind Carbine yelling at him, insulting him, or even trying to find a way through the forcefield to attack him. But Bolo had no part in this, except showing that he didn’t like what was going on.
But maybe that was the issue.
As Carbine turned, he’d see Bumblebee stagger backward, paired with an arcing fizzle of angry electricity from where he’d made contact with the barrier. While he didn’t stumble back enough to lose his footing, he was a good few steps away now.
--What’s the matter? Don’t like Bolo snitching on you?--
There was a reason Bolo had been so unhappy, why he’d been the complete opposite of what Carbine had been saying. While he wasn’t entirely sure if he was on the right track with his thoughts, he was angry- purposefully pushing the other mechs buttons now, if only to get a response.
The ‘Golden Child’ thing got old so very fast, to the point he didn’t feel it worthy of any real response, and he’d watch curiously at the brief flicker of emotion on the other mech’s faceplate. Only- he took it as Carbine’s slightly discolored optic acting up and nothing more.
He’d never been very good at reading people. Not that it mattered, as Carbine’s next words more than betrayed how he felt. Anger, rage - only further accentuated by the multiple glitches throughout the screamed, jumbled words.
--Maybe you did! I've seen how you act here, throwing your weight around and picking on people, testing Optimus’ patience- punching Windshield. Maybe you just pissed off the wrong person and they fought back!-- the beeps came out before he could really think of what he was saying, but he couldn’t take them back now. Optics narrowed defiantly, he would stare the other mech down, his own servos still curled tightly into fists.
That’s how prison worked, right? Only had to look at someone wrong for them to pounce on you and beat you to a pulp. He’d gotten into a scuffle or two when he’d been in the Kaon Prison Complex- thankfully nothing too bad, but, at least he had some idea. Carbine did have a knack for finding trouble and pissing people off, and in this moment of annoyance? That's where Bumblebee's processor went.
--As for Ratchet, have you even asked him?!--
He shook his helm, optics whirring as they refocused. Ratchet had tried his absolutely damnedest to fix Bumblebee, but it was impossible. But he’d tried. Multiple times, with everything he had. Yet, maybe something like Carbine’s glitch could be fixed. He’d mentioned processor damage, yet the only thing seemingly wrong was the jittery pops that littered his words.
Yet he probably hadn’t even tried to get it fixed.
He was annoyed at that, annoyed at the lack of effort- when Carbine’s next words made him frown further, shaking his arms out just slightly before clenching his servos once more.
--You think I don’t know that?! I was sparked in the middle of the damn war, I fought even though it was not mine to fight! I gave everything I could- I still do! Cybertron may be dead, but it’s still out there, or have you forgotten.--
He could’ve gone into some spiel about how he believed it could be saved, how one day they could go back there and try and fix the wrongs that’d been inflicted against the planet. How one day once the Decepticons were defeated once and for all, they could return home. They could rebuild, and he wanted to be there when they did.
Even though deep down he thought that, he hoped for that? He knew it was a long way off. They were barely surviving here on Earth, so the thought of them suddenly getting the means to destroy the Decepticons and MECH any time soon? Well… He was naive, but he wasn’t an idiot.
Plus, he didn’t want to give Carbine any more ammunition against him. He was sure many of them dreamt of returning to Cybertron one day - Carbine included - yet he didn’t want to be seen as weak in this moment for longing to go back there.
Thankfully, Carbine’s attention shifted elsewhere. While Bumblebee had felt awful for the fact Bolo was in distress throughout this entire ordeal, the helicopter mech had seemingly had enough. As he turned suddenly to slam his pede down hard against the concrete, Bumblebee flinched.
--Hey!--
As Carbine lunged to pick up Bolo, Bumblebee would move forward suddenly- almost as if he’d forgotten that there was a barrier between them. He didn’t like how rough the other mech was being with the cassette, even if he probably wasn’t. It just looked it from this angle, and it deeply upset the yellow Scout. He didn’t mind Carbine yelling at him, insulting him, or even trying to find a way through the forcefield to attack him. But Bolo had no part in this, except showing that he didn’t like what was going on.
But maybe that was the issue.
As Carbine turned, he’d see Bumblebee stagger backward, paired with an arcing fizzle of angry electricity from where he’d made contact with the barrier. While he didn’t stumble back enough to lose his footing, he was a good few steps away now.
--What’s the matter? Don’t like Bolo snitching on you?--
There was a reason Bolo had been so unhappy, why he’d been the complete opposite of what Carbine had been saying. While he wasn’t entirely sure if he was on the right track with his thoughts, he was angry- purposefully pushing the other mechs buttons now, if only to get a response.