Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

[rungout]

WHO: Rung and whoever wants to stop in!
WHERE: The good doctor's office
WHEN: It's an all day affair at Rung's office~ A few days after he discovered his new abilities.
WHAT: Therapy sessions and go!
WARNINGS: Dark pasts, etc?


Yep, it was that time again.

Now that things were somewhat back to normal for the resident therapist, Rung had put out the word that he would be taking patients again. He had missed it, helping others, and it was time to get his mind off everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks.

His office had been cleaned up and rearranged a bit, the therapist just wanting to change the atmosphere a bit.

Make it more personable than it had been before.

Satisfied with what he'd done, the front door had been propped open and he was settled at his desk, going over some files as he absently toyed with a ball of light.

Comments

[namesnotprowl]

"It was much the same as it is here; try to renew your war and settle in for a nice, long vacation in jail. In Axiom, anyway. On the station... well, the most interesting version was 'don't hurt anything sentient ever or super soldiers will melt you down with lasers'." His expression says either This Was Hilarious or I Was Not Impressed. Possibly both in turns.

"Mostly, we all just stayed out of each other's ways."

As much as it was possible, anyway.

He dips his head slightly. "We've got the deer and those fireflies, right? Well, I happen to own a very small dragon and was working on metal versions. It'd be something different as far as wildlife, and a lot easier t'care for than the organic ones, for anyone that might want one."

[rungout]

"I...see.." That last one was a bit terrifying, if he was going to be completely honest, and he was glad Haven was not like that. It would have been rather..off putting. No, unsettling was the better word.

"A dragon?" he repeats with a note of surprise in his voice. "How did you come into the care of a dragon? And that is an interesting idea, creating some that everyone can indulge in. I know it's a common human trait to keep pets so it might be nice for the children that are here especially."

Rung pauses, replaying some stuff real quick before shooting Barricade an apologetic look.

"You know, I realize now that I don't think I ever asked about what you came here to talk about specifically and I apologize for that."

[namesnotprowl]

"Would you believe that's a pretty normal threat from my Autobots? They throw us to their human allies as often as they dispatch us themselves." The ironic part was that he'd already worked out the peace with someone else... who didn't resort to threats of quite that caliber.

"Someone was selling their eggs in Axiom. They're called firelizards. I had recently arrived and... well. I kind of wanted the companionship. Raised Rumble up from a hatchling." Barricade grins, motioning with his hands to indicate the firelizard's size. "I think he kept me sane for a while, there."

He pauses at Rung's apology, then waves one hand a little, shifting his position in the chair.

"Ahh, don't apologize. It was probably easier to start where we did; gets the big planet-destroying elephant out of the room."

[rungout]

"The autobots were allied with humans?" Rung says with clear surprise written on his face. That was...quite different from how things on Earth went for the Autobots where he was from. The humans almost all completely despised them.

"...If...would it be rude of me to ask if I could see your pet sometime? I'm quite curious about the nature of such a creature."

He hasn't gotten to deal with many organic animals before and he's just curious.

The other's next statement has him chuckling softly, nodding a bit as he leans back.

"I suppose it did help with that, yes."

[namesnotprowl]

He nods, humming lightly. "They called it NEST - the Non-biological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty. The humans were almost bigger threats than the Autobots were." They had nearly killed Barricade in Chicago, after all... and he'd been upset that they didn't finish the job.

"Not rude at all. He's a sweet little fella... mostly. If a little difficult to translate for, on occasion."

At least the firelizard is extremely used to robots, since he's grown up with them.

He chuckles himself, spreading his hands slightly.

"So that's one nasty bit out of the way already."

[rungout]

"..Interesting. Where I'm from..the Autobots attempted to work with the humans but the humans used them," he explained, shaking his head a bit. "It was a nasty little mess in the long run and I'm glad they were all able to leave the planet."

And get back to Cybertron safely. That was the key thing. Even if the events that followed were a bit..crazy.

"What other nasty bits would you like to get out of the way then?"

[namesnotprowl]

"Mm, might still happen with mine, who knows. I half-expect them to turn on each other when the 'Cons are all dead." The only difference would be that his Autobots had nowhere to run to... and no way to leave, with their ship blown up.

Then again, that's hardly his problem. He won't go back again. No point, really.

"Other nasty bits..." he snorts quietly. "Where to start?" There's so much. And so much that he's reluctant to tell anyone about. Though there is one related thing...

"Ah. Probably should mention, I'm pretty sure I'm dead back home."

[rungout]

"I hope that isn't the case. I know you aren't there and aren't necessarily aligned with those particular Autobots but..I would hate for anyone to have to go through that," Rung said in all seriousness before his expression changed and he was purely listening as the other spoke.

And reading his body language; his expression. Taking notes on every little thing so he could start to learn it all. (His handy ability that he has no idea about is helping him with that as well.)

"When I first arrived here, I believed I was dead back home as well," Rung said with a slight, slight shiver. "What makes you believe you are?"

[namesnotprowl]

"It would be terrible, true, but... well. I'd see all my own Autobots dead, if I could. Those of you from other dimensions are all right, but not them." Barricade can at least recognize the hate he has for them and differentiate things from there.

It probably doesn't hurt that even Barricade's plating is expressive, twitching and flaring as he talks. Such as his wings flicking down in something like embarrassment when asked that question.

"Earth, Chicago. The Autobots escaped - thanks to Soundwave's stupidity and a little luck - and I reconvened with Shockwave. Then human snipers shot out three of my optics to blind me so I wouldn't see the soldiers sticking grenades to my feet." He pauses a moment, looking down to his legs. His calf plating flares.

"By the time I hit the ground with everything below my knees blown into my chest, the soldiers that did it had their rifles aimed for my head."