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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...

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"I'm glad I could help," Rung said with a tiny bit of sarcasm lacing his words, though there was no real malice behind it as he finally reached the shore, hesitating a moment before, well, Starscream was right there and could very well not let him out.

Still, the therapist moved to try and haul himself out, eyeing the seeker warily for a moment.

"It almost sounds like you have a sense of humor. Keep it up and I almost might start to like you. And we don't want that, do we?"

Starscream seemed rather sly with his remark even as he moved forward at Rung. Was he going to push him back in? Maybe.

But not really. While it almost seemed like that's what he was planning on doing, he instead went to grab Rung by a piece on his back and pull him back onto land.

The therapist tensed as the seeker reached for him, expecting to be shoved back but instead the other grabbed him.

Well...that was..unexpected.

"How horrible it would be for you," he murmured dryly as he climbed onto the shore, feeling a lot better now that he was out of the water and on dry land again.

Even if he was currently soaked.

"...Is this a usual thing for you?"

At least Rung wouldn't rust or anything. ... Hopefully.

"Is what a usual thing for me? Pushing people into water? Maybe. But only after I shoot them."

He gave Rung a look, though he wasn't really serious about that, he had done something like that before.

But he hadn't exactly killed them either, just knocked them all offline and stashed their bodies in a lake.

What can he say? It made for a useful negotiation tool later.

"That's..comforting I suppose," Rung murmured thought it really wasn't in a way. This Starscream was just so hard to read but Rung didn't necessarily feel like it was a bad thing, or that the other bot was bad.

Just that he liked to keep people wondering.

"I suppose I should thank you then for not shooting me," Rung murmured as he collected himself a bit more.

If there was one thing (and there actually many) Starscream prided himself on, it was his ability to be rather unpredictable. The less people knew about him, the better he liked it.

Which in a way, made Rung a minor threat -- considering his abilities as a psychologist and all.

But Rung also seemed rather defenseless, which meant that even if Starscream considered him a threat, he'd be extremely low on the list of those to get rid of.

He smirked at the statement about thanking him and shrugged.

"It'd be a waste of energy. Unless, you want to give me a reason to shoot you."

"Ah, no, no, I think I'm good as I am. Really not fond of the idea of being shot anymore than I already have been in the past," Rung said hurriedly, smiling weakly before pulling himself together again and edging away from the flier a bit.

"Nor would I like to go back into the water. I would just like to state that now," he added, giving the flier a wary sort of pointed look.

"You're more likely to be randomly struck by lightning than get hurt by water, ya'know," Starscream responded with an evil grin.

He also moved when Rung did, not really allowing him to distance himself much. Another scare tactic? Very likely.

Starrscream even went as to move around to the other side of Rung. He really just wanted to see how nervous he could make the smaller mech be.

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