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re_alignment_logs2014-01-14 06:47 am
fun_police) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-01-14 06:47 am
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Who: Prowl & YOU
What: Prowl wakes up from his Lambda-induced coma.
When: Jan 11th
Where: Liege's temple
Notes: ROBO ANGST
Liege's Temple
A lot happened in the last four days, all of which left Prowl feeling exhausted despite the fact he'd been bedridden and unconscious. His awakening had been an unpleasant one, more of a sharp jostling into consciousness than anything. He was starting to get a little used to it at this point.
When he woke up to Liege's Acolytes, he didn't demand to see the Firstforged for this. He didn't even ask for an explanation. All he could do was sit at the edge of the metal berth he'd been placed on, and stare. Stare at the floor and at his reflection off it's surface. He had been changed in both mind and body, and was far from feeling sociable.
There was... a lot of things he had to think about.
Solus' Clinic
Prowl had enough sense to get a check-up at the Medbay after he had regained his drive. While being brainwashed by Decepticons in his world had cut quite a gash into his pride - and more importantly, his sense of agency, he hadn't endured four million years of war to just allow it to control his life.
He had to look at this objectively. He'd clearly been affected by the Lambda somehow, and was in a body he was uncomfortably unfamiliar with. It was time to get a doctor to look at this and see what they could figure out - if there was anything to figure out.
So, after a quick drive to Solus' quadrant, he waited by the entrance in robot mode.
What: Prowl wakes up from his Lambda-induced coma.
When: Jan 11th
Where: Liege's temple
Notes: ROBO ANGST
Liege's Temple
A lot happened in the last four days, all of which left Prowl feeling exhausted despite the fact he'd been bedridden and unconscious. His awakening had been an unpleasant one, more of a sharp jostling into consciousness than anything. He was starting to get a little used to it at this point.
When he woke up to Liege's Acolytes, he didn't demand to see the Firstforged for this. He didn't even ask for an explanation. All he could do was sit at the edge of the metal berth he'd been placed on, and stare. Stare at the floor and at his reflection off it's surface. He had been changed in both mind and body, and was far from feeling sociable.
There was... a lot of things he had to think about.
Solus' Clinic
Prowl had enough sense to get a check-up at the Medbay after he had regained his drive. While being brainwashed by Decepticons in his world had cut quite a gash into his pride - and more importantly, his sense of agency, he hadn't endured four million years of war to just allow it to control his life.
He had to look at this objectively. He'd clearly been affected by the Lambda somehow, and was in a body he was uncomfortably unfamiliar with. It was time to get a doctor to look at this and see what they could figure out - if there was anything to figure out.
So, after a quick drive to Solus' quadrant, he waited by the entrance in robot mode.
clinic
Sorry, Prowl, did you want quiet?
He'd just left for a day or so. Hadn't he? Other bots needed checking in on, and the medics all said Prowl was pretty much comatose. So... he'd judged it safe enough to step out for a while. Except when he'd come back, Prowl was nowhere to be seen. And there was an Acolyte on the receiving end of a long, heated tirade from the big soldier.
He didn't realize the bot in question was standing at the entrance -- probably understandable, since his back was to it.
Re: clinic
"I'm here, Ironhide."
His voice and expression were fatigued. Emotionally and physically. A hand had reached to land on his shoulder, but he decided against it.
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There was more he was going to shout. But the voice caught his attention. His head snapped around, and the angry tension in his frame faded. He lowered the hand he'd raised -- presumably to punch something.
"Oh."
He gave the drone a look, before turning to the other bot. "Hey." Then his head tilted. "You look like scrap."
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Prowl didn't need to look down to know he had been changed quite fundamentally on the physical level. He could feel it in his systems. In the new internal feeds and new sounds he could hear if he stood perfectly quiet.
"I wanted to thank you for looking after me while I was... unconscious."
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He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck, managing to look as sheepish now as he had enraged moments before. After a beat, he held a hand out, intending to clasp it with the other bot's. He was relieved to see him up and about, regardless of everything.
"You really expect I wasn't gonna?" he asked. Sure, he might have dinged the other's paint a little, on account of PJ. "What're bots for?"
Another pause.
"Nice uh... mods there, I guess."