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re_alignment_logs2012-10-08 09:30 am
rungout) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-08 09:30 am
Entry tags:
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | kagerou,
- kingdom hearts | ventus,
- tf: animated | blurr,
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | rung,
- ✘ 9 | 4,
- ✘ ace attorney | kay faraday,
- ✘ chobits | yuzuki,
- ✘ tf: idw | optimus prime (crau),
- ✘ tf: idw | starscream,
- ✘ tf: idw | ultra magnus,
- ✘ tf: shattered glass | soundwave (crau)
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...
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...
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So he started spinning wildly on Rung's palm, his little arms held out as he pretended he was a helicopter. It turned out that little doll people could get dizzy too, as he tripped over his own feet and fell comically over. He popped back up and started playing a pretend game of pirates. Watch, Rung, as he bravely fended off his invisible enemies with his invisible sword (because what else can defeat an invisible person?). He was victorious! Many songs would be sung about his feats of strength and chivalry!
Four was having fun; he realized that he really should play more often. He hadn't done too much playing since leaving home, which was too bad.
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It was definitely enough to get the therapist to smile softly.
There was even a faint chuckle mixed in there as Four seemed to be sword fighting, Rung bracing his hand a bit more so he didn't shake and cause the other to fall a bit.
"Quite the hero you are, Four," he complimented, his smile growing a bit more as his optics dimmed in a content sort of manner.
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Four scuttled to the edge of Rung's palm and held out both of his hands, indicating that he wanted to be brought closer to Rung's face.