[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Unstable [Carbine, Patch]
Sept 28, 2020 15:41:08 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Sept 28, 2020 15:41:08 GMT -5
Carbine considered Patch's words, starting to try to compile together what he would say in response to the scanner. Sure! It didn’t feel like anything! At most to those sensitive it'd perhaps be a little buzz or a tingle, half of which probably being a placebo effect... yet he still didn't want to deal with it. He still didn't want her to go starting down that path. One thing would lead to another... a perpetual hunt and scuttle for the source of the issue she saw... yet he didn't have a chance to really put together a reply, as Patch spoke again and said something that absolutely horrified him.
"You’re a soldier, this is what you signed up for. You already gave consent."
"Th-th͘at’̛s ̡ńòt̴ ̕ḩow a̢-͢a͝-̵aa̡ny̡ ͘o̷f ̕this̢ ͢w̵or̴ks͟!"
A sudden yell, a roared bellow. Bolo's frame lurched in surprise due to this, both from the violent sound and the sudden surge of rage and fear that snapped through his connection with Master. The canine seemed truly frightened, wheels on shoulders spinning a moment, eyes going extra bright while ears flicked up. A spontaneous flight or fight mode until he thought about the feeling and reacted accordingly. With a gritty growl as the only prelude, Bolo started barking again, snarling and biting at the air with large snapping bangs of the jaw ramming together.
"Ì-̨I-I'͘m ̵not unc̶o̴ǹ-͘s͟cio̡u̷s n̷e͞e͡ding ̨o͝ut̵ K̨ZZ̧GH̛ b͝l͘ee̢di̶n͜g l͘i͠f͢es͞aving̴ ͏su̢r̡g͘e̢ry..."
Be good. Be nice. You can't break your promise this soon. You can't...
Carbine twitched some, attempting to stifle down his absolute revulsion. He didn't know what little bubble Patch was trained in, how she was treated and told to handle things when learning medicine, but none of that even remotely made sense to him and no softening of her words followed by attempted kindness could change the core of her statement. There was a slim chance it was 'how things were now', but it had never come up like this before, and it clashed with everything he knew back on Cybertron. It made him think of Garrus... of...
"I h͢-h̛a͟ve ͝a ̀CHOICE! A̢nd ͘if̛ a̵n͝d-͢a̡nd- ̧if͘ ͞t̷chtch͠t̢c̀h ͞y̴o̢u̵ won̶'t res-̶pe͝c͞t t̵hat? Then g-̀et y͞o̵u ģ-̀g-ge̛t ́s̷ome̛on͜e ͡bìgg͞e͟r t̀hąn ͠y͜o̢ưr ̢s͟c̴-s̢cŕawny͢ a̴f̷t t̨o ̴c̸o͠m͘ę do͡w͜n̡ ͞h͡-̀her̢e a̧n͜d ̵F́O͞R͟CE ́me!̢"
And there went all semblance of self-control, his subconscious weeping at how soon he broke his promise.
Screamed words, Carbine absolutely flung off into pure rage. His hands clenched tight but the painful reminder and ache from the day before did absolutely NOTHING to quell how he felt. Anger was there, anger bubbled and boiled like magma to try to fight his exhaustion, yet there was a good healthy dose of fear that enforced it all and boosted it to new levels. He was doing well to hide terror despite his eyes being more rounded, the rest of his body language assertive and hostile.
"B̡-b͝ut ̨I w͠il̷l d̢e͢-f̡ȩnd͘ a-͜an͞d ͝and m̡y̶şel͝f! I͘ w-w̨on'̶t ́b̷e A͠SSAU̸LT̷ÉD an̷d̡ ͏tḩi͡s̛ ̵k̛zźt͠t ͟l҉i͞k͟e̡ j̀ust t͟a̢k̢e ̡t̕h͠e͡ a͞-a͘bưse! ͠S͜o, ģet̷ ͜ready̧ f̀o̵r͏ a fr̵ąg̵ǵi͠n͟g͏ FI͜GHT b͠e͟ca͡-̕c͟a͞-c͡a-use ͠I̡ w͘i͠l̕l̸ g͜ift oné!͏"
A churning sound started, a crackled noise as the generator in his torso started to boot online. The device struggled, gritting and spinning to attempt to build and store charge for his taser. While it was producing some power, it wasn't doing so cleanly with any level of speed, some backlash having occurred when he straight up tried to use it on the shield the other day. It was there though... and even if it was only a fraction of the power he would use it if push came to shove. The static in his voice only grew worse and worse, a broken radio broadcast filtered through another broken radio.
To hear that.... to hear that she looked at him as...
"I͘ ̨a-̕a͡m̶ ͟n̢ot ͏P̱̦̠Ṟ̨̠̀͞Ơ̢̝̟̞͝P̮̀E̶̵̠̫̺R̪͟T̢̳̱Y!"
"You’re a soldier, this is what you signed up for. You already gave consent."
"Th-th͘at’̛s ̡ńòt̴ ̕ḩow a̢-͢a͝-̵aa̡ny̡ ͘o̷f ̕this̢ ͢w̵or̴ks͟!"
A sudden yell, a roared bellow. Bolo's frame lurched in surprise due to this, both from the violent sound and the sudden surge of rage and fear that snapped through his connection with Master. The canine seemed truly frightened, wheels on shoulders spinning a moment, eyes going extra bright while ears flicked up. A spontaneous flight or fight mode until he thought about the feeling and reacted accordingly. With a gritty growl as the only prelude, Bolo started barking again, snarling and biting at the air with large snapping bangs of the jaw ramming together.
"Ì-̨I-I'͘m ̵not unc̶o̴ǹ-͘s͟cio̡u̷s n̷e͞e͡ding ̨o͝ut̵ K̨ZZ̧GH̛ b͝l͘ee̢di̶n͜g l͘i͠f͢es͞aving̴ ͏su̢r̡g͘e̢ry..."
Be good. Be nice. You can't break your promise this soon. You can't...
You were a monster to Windshield, you fucked up and are no better than...
Things have to change! Make an effort Carbine!
Carbine twitched some, attempting to stifle down his absolute revulsion. He didn't know what little bubble Patch was trained in, how she was treated and told to handle things when learning medicine, but none of that even remotely made sense to him and no softening of her words followed by attempted kindness could change the core of her statement. There was a slim chance it was 'how things were now', but it had never come up like this before, and it clashed with everything he knew back on Cybertron. It made him think of Garrus... of...
"I h͢-h̛a͟ve ͝a ̀CHOICE! A̢nd ͘if̛ a̵n͝d-͢a̡nd- ̧if͘ ͞t̷chtch͠t̢c̀h ͞y̴o̢u̵ won̶'t res-̶pe͝c͞t t̵hat? Then g-̀et y͞o̵u ģ-̀g-ge̛t ́s̷ome̛on͜e ͡bìgg͞e͟r t̀hąn ͠y͜o̢ưr ̢s͟c̴-s̢cŕawny͢ a̴f̷t t̨o ̴c̸o͠m͘ę do͡w͜n̡ ͞h͡-̀her̢e a̧n͜d ̵F́O͞R͟CE ́me!̢"
And there went all semblance of self-control, his subconscious weeping at how soon he broke his promise.
Screamed words, Carbine absolutely flung off into pure rage. His hands clenched tight but the painful reminder and ache from the day before did absolutely NOTHING to quell how he felt. Anger was there, anger bubbled and boiled like magma to try to fight his exhaustion, yet there was a good healthy dose of fear that enforced it all and boosted it to new levels. He was doing well to hide terror despite his eyes being more rounded, the rest of his body language assertive and hostile.
"B̡-b͝ut ̨I w͠il̷l d̢e͢-f̡ȩnd͘ a-͜an͞d ͝and m̡y̶şel͝f! I͘ w-w̨on'̶t ́b̷e A͠SSAU̸LT̷ÉD an̷d̡ ͏tḩi͡s̛ ̵k̛zźt͠t ͟l҉i͞k͟e̡ j̀ust t͟a̢k̢e ̡t̕h͠e͡ a͞-a͘bưse! ͠S͜o, ģet̷ ͜ready̧ f̀o̵r͏ a fr̵ąg̵ǵi͠n͟g͏ FI͜GHT b͠e͟ca͡-̕c͟a͞-c͡a-use ͠I̡ w͘i͠l̕l̸ g͜ift oné!͏"
A churning sound started, a crackled noise as the generator in his torso started to boot online. The device struggled, gritting and spinning to attempt to build and store charge for his taser. While it was producing some power, it wasn't doing so cleanly with any level of speed, some backlash having occurred when he straight up tried to use it on the shield the other day. It was there though... and even if it was only a fraction of the power he would use it if push came to shove. The static in his voice only grew worse and worse, a broken radio broadcast filtered through another broken radio.
To hear that.... to hear that she looked at him as...
"I͘ ̨a-̕a͡m̶ ͟n̢ot ͏P̱̦̠Ṟ̨̠̀͞Ơ̢̝̟̞͝P̮̀E̶̵̠̫̺R̪͟T̢̳̱Y!"
Carbine shrieked this.
Her offer to help Bolo and gift him the towel did absolutely nothing to smooth over the indignation, the fear, and stress... his Cassette continuing to bark and snarl while bouncing side by side behind the barrier. A frothing sort of foam was forming along the canine's bottom jaw, dapples of blue intertwined with a clear liquid that bubbled and flicked out of his mouth with each heaved sound. It ran beneath his chin, his tongue trembling as it remained pulled back and down well out of range of his pronged teeth and ramming jaws.
"I'm̖͟ ̛͖̲a̗̱ͅ ̻̣P͎̲̹͙̕͞È̶̵̡̻̰̬͔̙̭̼̝͘R̷̨͕̳͚̞̕͝S̴̳̫̹͙͓̀͜͞Ǫ͙̲͈͘N̷̢̛̮̣̠͇̖̕̕