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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2023 8:01:38 GMT
Characters Appearing: @cobalt, OPEN Location (s): Just outside of GHOST HQ Timeline: October 13th Plot Summary: Cobalt's chronic engine pain decides to flair up again.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2023 8:02:56 GMT
It had almost been two months. Two months of being able to get out of her bed, two months of winning her races, two month of no hospital visits, no surgeries. Two whole months of a mostly painless, peaceful existence. This wasn’t the longest Cobalt’s engine had gone without a major malfunction (thank Primus for that one year and a half), but she was incredibly grateful for the feat nonetheless.
Of course, it had to end sooner or later. It always did. She always forgot that- Or maybe she just liked to stay in blissful ignorance.
Cobalt stopped mid-walk and hissed. It was like being stabbed with a million rusty blades from the inside; a sharp, throbbing pain in her chassis that spread a freezing feeling throughout her frame and made it absolute hell to even blink. The self-proclaimed gentleman clutched at her sides, wobbling to-and-fro as she tried to steady herself.
Why? Why couldn’t it have just waited until she got back to her apartment? Why when she was about to embark on a very boring but very important nonetheless patrol? Why did her actions from so, so long ago still trouble her now?
The femme stumbled backwards into a wall. She huffed, letting gravity slide her down so that she could sit and prop herself up against the solid material. She would wait until the pain was bearable, and then start her patrol. Usually that was an hour, sometimes two, but she’d be fine, at least that was what she thought. That wasn't too long! Most days, barely anything happened whilst she was on patrol… Surely, skipping out on one wouldn’t be any harm.
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Post by Hot Rod on Oct 21, 2023 17:44:44 GMT
Hot Rod grumbled. He'd been forced to come to G.H.O.S.T. HQ to check in with Optimus for various complicated legal reasons.
This is why he hated authority.
Thankfully he hadn't been conscripted so there was that he guessed.
As he walked outside the base he saw an unfamiliar Autobot leaning against the wall.
"Oh. Hey there." Hot Rod greeted trying to be friendly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2023 12:20:53 GMT
Cobalt had squeezed her optics tightly closed. The pain often rendered her sensors especially heightened, and now even the gentle midday sunlight was starting to sting her vision. The darkness was a distraction from the strain, albeit only a momentary one. She gritted her teeth.
Her optics snapped open as she heard approaching footsteps. Someone was coming? Now? Well, that was just wonderful, wasn’t it? The femme attempted to straighten her posture to match the wall she sat against; the sudden movement seemed to enrage her unruly engine, sending another sharp spasm up her back.
“Slag!” She exclaimed at what she hoped was an inaudible volume to the stranger now in front of her. “Ahem, I mean, uh- Hello, hi, hey.” Dammit, this guy looked so gentlemanly. And here she was, not even a klik into the interaction already making a fool of herself. “I’m just, like… On watch, and all that important stuff. Don’t mind me. Just head on in and do whatever you gotta do.”
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Post by Hot Rod on Oct 24, 2023 4:43:36 GMT
"Oh I already finished." Hot Rod assured the femme
"Are you okay?" Hot Rod asked. "You look a little jumpy."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2023 2:09:54 GMT
In all fairness, she knew the question would have been coming sooner or later, but the mech’s words still hit her like a well-aimed brick. Cobalt grinned sheepishly.
“Hah, well- I’m fine! Gentlemanly, if ya will.” She attempted to strike a little pose, but the minor movement proved majorly painful. The femme allowed herself a mild, mostly silent curse.
“Just had a bit of a bad race,” She lied (although, was it really a lie if it happened millions of years ago?). “I’m still healing, but also I still need to do work and all that, so- You win some, you lose some.” She shrugged nonchalantly.
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Post by Hot Rod on Oct 26, 2023 2:15:09 GMT
Hot Rod laughed bitterly.
"Been there" he admitted. "Losing is the worst feeling in the world..."
Hot Rod thought for a minute. Maybe this bot could use some good help. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Look why don't I take you to my girlfriend Clematis's place? Maybe she'll have some treatment that could help you out"
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