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re_alignment_logs2013-05-21 09:54 pm
rungout) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-05-21 09:54 pm
Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~
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.
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.
no subject
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."