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Rung ([personal profile] rungout) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-10-08 09:30 am

Failure

WHO: Rung, Open~
WHERE: He's wandered into Alpha Trion's Quadrant.
WHEN Sometime after the bad session with Fortress Maximus.
WHAT: He failed at the only thing he's ever truly been good at and he feels miserable because of it.
WARNINGS: N/A


Rung felt like a failure; an absolute failure in what he was supposed to be good at. He was supposed to help Fortress Maximus, do what he could because that's what his function was, and yet he'd completely fallen apart when the other had gotten upset and instead of helping he'd probably caused more harm than good. He'd lost his composure, let his emotions come through too much, and hadn't been able to keep his own haunting memories at bay.

It was everything that therapist wasn't supposed to do.

A small voice in the back of his head reminded him, as he walked along lost in thought, that the incident was still fairly fresh--recent enough that at times he could still feel the sting of the blow to his head--but a larger voice, the more stubborn one that Rung was letting have control at the moment, argued that it didn't matter. He should have been able to put it all aside and not let it get to him. He should have been able to calm Fortress Maximus down and helped him instead of freaking out.

He'd thought about retracting his offer for the time being, since he didn't feel like he was a good enough doctor to help anyone now, but he'd already made steps with several and he couldn't--wouldn't back out on them now.

But he'd never really felt more worthless in all of his existence really.

Rung had been so lost in thought that he didn't really realize where he'd ended up until he finally caught sight of a lake, the therapist's optics flickering as he slowed to a stop, staring out over the waters before finally looking around. It was very serene in a way, peaceful in a way that reminded him of what Blurr had said.

This must be Alpha Trion's quadrant.

Hesitating for a moment more, Rung's vents cycled softly as he pushed forward, heading down closer to the lake to just sit and..stew some more. Berate himself some more? Something like that...

[personal profile] ex_dishonestly997 2012-10-09 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"If you can't fight for yourself, you should find someone to do it for you." Starscream was clearly the king of unsolicited advice. "And if you want me to shut my trap, you can tell me that too. Promise I won't go off."

He brightened visibly at the praise, latching onto it in the obvious kind of way that a hungry dog might make a beeline for a source of food, "It's not a problem. You don't owe me anything, it's not like that."

[personal profile] ex_dishonestly997 2012-10-09 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, if you insist." Starscream itches at a neck cable delicately, enthused by that laugh. If nothing else, he's probably given Rung more to muse on than the shame of having ceded to his own fear (something that he, as a Decepticon, was afraid of doing a lot).

"You--" He paused. He'd honestly never given someone the opportunity to tell him to stop talking and have them decline to use it. In fact, they mostly tried to use it when he hadn't given them the invitation, so this was ...new. And the Seeker was having trouble hiding his bafflement for a few seconds, trying to figure out how best to answer that.

"...well. Thanks. Lucky for you, bad taste isn't a crime."

[personal profile] ex_dishonestly997 2012-10-09 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He busied himself cracking his knucklejoints and avoiding optical contact until he was comfortable with it again - it only took a couple kliks.

"That's all right, I was just getting out of my room for a while. One benefit to being stuck here is that there's plenty of energon, and fly-overs relax me."

And whenever the looming notion of responsibility threatened to crush him, it was good to get a perspective above other 'bots.

this is just a thread of cuties omg ;;

[personal profile] ex_dishonestly997 2012-10-10 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream perked at the clear signs of relaxation, feeling as proud of himself as anything, and promptly rolled over - carefully - to lie on his front in lieu of reclining back against his wings. Getting them scuffed would be the worst thing, but since Rung seemed like he wanted to relax and settle in for the duration - and hadn't indicated to Starscream that he ought to leave.

"Oh, yeah, not a problem. Won't be a problem for several hundreds of thousands of years, unless I miss my guess. Were you worried? Or is it just mechs you worry about?"