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[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and Ratchet, and YOU :3
WHERE: The Med bay
WHEN: After all of this stuff.
WHAT: Blurr is tired and depressed, and goes to talk to the only person he knows would listen to him and never know about it.
WARNINGS: I dunno...sad bots? One at least.


I'msorryIwasnthereRatchet... I should have paid more attention to your schedule you always work so much and never take enough breaks...

[Holding Ratchet's hand, so much bigger against his own, Blurr watched the other mech rest and wondered if the medic was going to wake up anytime soon. He couldn't remember how long he had been sitting next to the berth, waiting, talking.]

....Scream's gone I couldn't find him anywhere and I looked I promise I really looked everywhere and then there was the whole trouble with Perceptor and Hal I mentioned you and some time _before that Perceptor also shot Whirl and I really should have talked to the mech sooner but then Prism needed to be stopped and I discovered that Wing was also injured and I..I....

[He was not enough.

It wasn't the first time Blurr wondered this, but in this new he began to doubt himself much more often than before. First he failed to warn his superiors about Shockwave and now he didn't seem to do anything right. People kept getting hurt and angry and he couldn't be everywhere.

He felt frustrated and helpless, much like the time Shockwave trapped him. The memory of it all came back and he curled in on himself as he remembered the walls closing in on him, the pain of it. Panic throttled his systems again and Blurr struggled to choke it down. Panic wouldn't help him now and Shockwave wasn't even here. Blurr leaned over, venting deeply, and tried to calm himself. ]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[There's a few clanks behind the bot as someone walks into the medbay. To be honest, Wheeljack hadn't intended to find Blurr here; he was just checking to make sure Ratchet was okay. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he worried about that guy. Seeing Blurr there was a slight shock, because he hadn't even gotten time to prepare what he wanted to say.

Skyfire had verbally pounded some sense into that thick helm of his, and he realized he may have been a tad humiliating to the blue bot...if unintentionally. It wasn't something he liked to admit, but he could have. Slightly.

So he'll just take a minute to try and think of something to say as he walks up.]

How's the Doc doin'?

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Blurr straightened up with a start, his processor feeling unusually muddled. He was always ready to go and quick but not this time. He really must be tired, he mused.

Looking behind him for a brief nanosecond, enough to confirm what his audio processors already told him when he hear the voice, he glanced at Wheeljack and then turned to face Ratchet again.

"Still out." Short and simple, it felt strange to reply that way but Blurr wasn't really in the mood to talk to the Wrecker.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack could sense the tension emitting from Blurr, stopping in his tracks to kind of keep some space between them.]

The afthole doesn't know when to take a break, does he...

[With slow steps, he worked his way around the Agent until he's on the opposite side of the berth.]

Idiot.

[He looks at Ratchet for awhile, eyebrows drooped before looking up at Blurr.]

Look, about that broadcast...

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[Blurr hands were on his lap and he was still looking down at Ratchet. It kept him for looking at Wheeljack, until the mech spoke again.

He finally raised his head and stared for the longest time, waiting.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[This was...very hard for Wheeljack to do. Pride was something he'd been cursed (and blessed) with, so just admitting something like this took a lot for him, especially on the spot. But Skyfire had told him to do it...and he did really deserve it.]

Look, I get it. I ain't the smartest bot around when it comes to...well, a lot. I guess I went kinda overboard with it.

[Those wings of his droop slightly, walking a little away from the berth.]

You got your police force, and that's all good. I just can't live by that.

[raceme]

[News for you Wheeljack: Blurr is just as prideful. Being humiliated in public and seeing his project treated like a big joke because 'wohoo laws are boring, I like to blow shit up because I'm a badass like that' didn't sit well with him.

He can tell Wheeljack is trying, at least. So he gets those very understanding words from Blurr:]

Get slagged.

[The smaller mech snaps and then he looks away. His voice falls to a whisper, his tone of voice drops to something that carries more hurt pride than anything else.]

If you're still rattling on about following rules is not your thing don't bother I already knew that and I got over it a megacycle ago You can't even begin to comprehend how many times I've been mocked or called names in public or behind my back throughout my entire existence so there's no really anything you need to feel sorry about I will GET OVER IT with time I always do.

[Mostly because no one ever apologizes and he doesn't expect you to be the firs tone.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Whoa. He...honestly didn't think Blurr had it in him to be that mean. It was...well, impressive. He's been told MUCH worse, so the insult itself isn't really something he'll cry himself to sleep over, but Blurr's tone does get his attention.]

Okay. Yeah, heard that one. Lots of times. Nothin' new there.

[Okay, he's honestly wracking his brain for how he humiliated you. It's not that he's a terrib-...yeah he is, but he didn't intentionally try to send you to the scrapheap of angry feels. Okay--so...the name.]

Guessin' there's some crossed wires here. I uh...

[You can really tell he's trying to find words here.]

Apologies for that...

1/3

[raceme]

[He's so used to deal with bigger and meaner bots, you don't even know. When practically EVERYONE is bigger than you by default you stop giving any frags about sizes.]

Yeah nothing new...

[raceme]

[Wait a minute. He turns to actually give Wheeljack a proper look.]

[A long one again.]

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...

You apologized. [He was not expecting that, it's obvious in his face.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[His gaze is slightly averted, putting a hand behind his neck.]

Yeah. It happens.

...Things are a little different in the Wreckers, kid. Nicknames like that are more...uh...terms of affection. I think. Still kinda fuzzy on the details there.

Point is, not really something we consider insultin'.

If we meant to insult you, you'd know it.

[He holds his hands out in a defeated shrug.]

But I went too far, I guess.

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Idontmindthenickname...when you use it and when you don't call me that in public. Miko called me Blurrk too and Gunmax called me...[He waves a hand, dismissing the memory.]..Other things. THE point IS they don't do it because it's a term of affection they do it because it's a way to mock the _{law bot} who keeps trying to keep things in order here and that's just so hi-la-ri-o-us, uh?

Besides [He adverts his eyes again.] I'm not a Wrecker that was made quite clear today.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack listens, his wings swiveling in a slightly more humble position.]

Ah...my bad on Miko. I'll talk to her, yeah? As for Gunmax...can't really help ya there, buddy...I doubt he'd listen to me anyway.

[He's just heard of/knows Gunmax.]

Fraggin' right you're not a Wrecker.

[That soft face hardens up.]

I wouldn't let you. You got better, more important things to do than blowin' yourself up.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Normally, Knock Out tried to hurry past anywhere he knew the Autobots liked to lurk-- even more so now that Breakdown was gone, and even more since Ratchet's collapse of a few days ago. Yes, yes, there was something of a truce on, he knew that... But he didn't trust it. Not yet.

The sound of a familiar voice gives him pause this time, though. That's Blurr; he can't help but recognize the distinctive sound of the other mech talking. He hesitates, then peers cautiously into Ratchet's medbay.

Two Autobots-- one stasis-locked, and the other talking away. No sign of Wheeljack, which he's quite pleased by. He sidles the rest of the way into the room and coughs his vents politely.]

1/3

[raceme]

[Polite as that coughs was, it still startled the blue mech. Blurr stands up in a rush and put himself in front of the injured mech, shielding him with his body.]

2/3

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[...oh.

Oh.

OH

Knock Out is definitely not Shockwave and while Blurr knows he is a Decepticon, he doesn't seem to be a real threat.]

3/3

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HelloKnockOutIwasnotexpectingtoseeyouhereyoustartledmedidyouneedanything!?

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out managed not to laugh at Blurr's obvious agitation, although he had to cover his grin with a facetious little bow.] Oh forgive me~. I didn't mean to startle you, my friend.

But I didn't know you were in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd say hello.

[raceme]

[Blurr and surprises doesn't mix well, sorry Knock Out.] Iwasnotstartled. Merely...surprised to see you. Were you listening?

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out grins crookedly.] Not long?

[Sorry Blurr. He's a compulsive eavesdropper.]

[raceme]

[Such a gossiper, Knock Out.]

...

[Frag his luck.]

Ahwelltiwasnothingimportant Iiiiii wanted to ^{ask you} something actually DO YOU KNOW how to do customizations right? I need a thing but it's very easy.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Oh no, Blurr, you're not getting off that easy.] You probably shouldn't be trying to bear the whole weight of this place on your shoulders alone, Blurr. They're too scrawny for that.

[But he's also not exactly a sentimental self-help guru, so that's all the advice you're getting outta KO! He grins brightly.] Customizations happen to be my specialty. What are you looking for, hm?

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[But he doesn't want to talk about ittttt.] Nonsense I am not trying t.... my shoulders are big enough.

[Oh thanks to Primus, that's good enough for him.]I need my Elite Guard badge back COULD you make me one? It looks _like this. [He pulls out what looks to be like a mini screen, showing a red and white logo.]

[automobile_enthusiast]

Oh, they're plenty big, but that doesn't mean they're big enough. [KO never really understood the impulse that drove people to take on more than they could handle. He was the sort of mech who knew his limits and tried to live inside them.]

...Hm. [He reaches for the screen, glancing at Blurr for permission before he actually takes it.] And this isn't the badge itself?

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I know. [Blurr let go a resigned sigh.] I wishtheywerethough.

[As long as he gets it back, he doesn't mind.] Those are my credentials I need one I can put on my ^chest LIKE the one I used to have.