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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...
no subject
On her way back from a trip out to the very edge of the junk piles, she heads towards the lake with a simple container about the size of a bucket. Though it has no handle or cover, it would serve quite well for the intended purpose of holding water.
As she draws closer, Yuzuki notices the figure settled there by the lake. Pausing in her steps, she takes a moment to study him from a distance, then continues on her initial course towards the edge of the lake with a slightly slowed pace to make her steps a little lighter. With that cautious gait leading her to one side of the bot, she keeps her attention forward towards the water until equal in distance with him to the water itself, at which point she looks towards him quietly and offers a simple smile and a nod in greeting.
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"Hello," he said to accompany it, feeling more social than he'd ever really felt before--mostly do to all the interactions he'd been having with others--so why not make the best of it hm? "I don't believe we've ever met, in any form really, before."