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| Deleted User | 15 Mar 2016, 05:03 PM Post #1 |
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Scrolling through his list of patients, Rung hummed almost inaudibly, a soft unhappy sound. This list had been his life, the bots he'd dedicated so much time and effort toward, but now he was crossing them off one by one. Since he'd come clean about his past to Megatron and the rest of the command crew, it was time for him to do so with his patients as well. It wasn't as if he'd been hiding the trial and verdict from anyone - he'd considered himself unfairly treated, unjustly tried, the whole thing a sham (but that was a whole other story). He'd decided to keep practicing because his patients needed him, and their well-being ought to come first and foremost. The tribunal was wrong, and Rung was in the right. He'd not committed any sort of malpractice, and he knew it. Why acknowledge the trial if no one knew it even existed in the first place? But then Froid came back again, and Rung had a revelation. Who was he to decide he'd been in the right? He was a biased party, a subjective assessor. What if there was a possibility they'd been justified in declaring him guilty, in some sort of fashion? It wasn't ethical to continue practicing, wasn't in his patient's best interests to continue being treated by an unreliably-legitimate psychiatrist, even if Rung was the one who was objectively right in the end. That was how he ended up scrolling through that list, and exventing one last time before sending out the comm. ::Skids? I have important information to discuss at our next session. Come in anytime you like - just check my schedule for openings as per usual.:: |
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| Rodimus | 16 Mar 2016, 04:53 PM Post #2 |
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Skids had to admit he was surprised when he received the comm. He'd heard already that Rung would be resigning and had figured that was that for the sessions with the psychiatrist. Still, he did have things to clear up and he owed Rung for helping him get away from Sunder, so of course, he'd take a surprise session with Rung. ::I'll be there shortly. You've got an opening now, right?:: Skids knew Rung's schedule fairly well - he was probably one of the few who didn't need to check it very often and generally let Rung call him in, rather than make an appointment. It wasn't as though there was much to do on the ship that kept Skids busy for very long, so he had a pretty open schedule himself. Rather than waste time, Skids headed for Rung's office, already going over in his mind what he had to say - most of it thanks for Rung's protection. He'd had some time to think about the memories that had been forced to the surface during Sunder's attack and...well, he'd decided that he was in no rush to remember everything anymore. As he reached Rung's office, Skids knocked on the door. "Rung? You said you had important information?" |
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| Deleted User | 22 Mar 2016, 06:11 PM Post #3 |
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Rung was a little surprised at the promptness of Skids' reply, but then again, their session schedule had been rather relaxed to begin with. It just meant Rung had a little less time to prepare himself mentally - but they might as well get things over with. ::Yes, now would be perfectly fine. I'll see you shortly.:: He kept his glyphs warm and open, hoping that'd take the professional edge off. Just as soon as Skids knocked on the office door, Rung activated the catch and got up to welcome him in. "Ah yes, I do. I'm sure you've already heard of some of it, but..." A small shrug. "Before we start though, would you like any energon? Rust sticks? And feel free to sit anywhere you want. I've got plenty of ships to work on if you'd like." With a sad smile he gestured at the work table off to the side, on which currently sat a mangled model of the Ark 6. Most of the ships on the wall were missing from their spots as well. |
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| Rodimus | 22 Mar 2016, 07:01 PM Post #4 |
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"I'll pass, thanks," Skids replied, giving Rung an easy smile. He'd gotten to feel fairly comfortable with Rung over the time they'd worked together on his missing memories and, though there was a seriousness hanging in the air, Skids still felt more at ease around the other. Stepping into Rung's office, he made his way over to the work table, gently picking up the Ark 6 - the same model he'd helped restore during his last session. It had been damaged in Rung's stand against Sunder, so he'd heard. "Sorry you had to wreck your models, even if it did give the others the chance to take out Sunder. You're always fixing them." At least it kept Rung busy, having a hobby like his models. Skids had never really found himself a hobby; he burned through new things so quickly because of his super-learning, so he was quickly bored by every hobby he'd tried out. Helping Rung fix his models was the closest thing to a hobby that he had, really. Skids studied the model in his hands for a moment, recalling how they'd put it together the last time. "I take it we're not spending this session on my memories, right?" |
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| Deleted User | 25 Mar 2016, 12:46 PM Post #5 |
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Rung gave a nod and headed over toward the work table as well, watching Skids manipulate the ship with a kind of sentimentality in his optics. "Nono, it's alright. They had their shining moment - and it was what I equipped them for, anyhow. What's the fun of having remote controlled ships if you don't use them?" A chuckle. "Besides, repairing them is half the fun." Sitting down at the table, Rung chose a tool and began touching up a miniature piece that would have been far too small for most other mechs to pick up. Sometimes being almost-a-minibot had its benefits, after all. "You're correct, of course." Rung sighed and put down the tool for a moment. He couldn't quite meet Skids' optics - he'd always had a hard time doing so in important situations. "I'd really like to talk about the memories and your response to them in light of recent developments, but... I take it you've heard that I'm resigning?" |
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| Skids | 25 Mar 2016, 03:32 PM Post #6 |
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try to teach me a thing or two
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Skids set the model back down as Rung joined him at the workspace. "I always thought the fun of remote-controlled ships wouldn't involve a serial killer attacking your friends, to be honest." It was blunt, but Skids could be rather blunt at times. It was something others thought a little off-putting at times, but it worked for him - and to be blunt, he was very impressed with Rung's quick thinking and action during the attack. "You were pretty amazing, getting us all out of harm's way. You saved the crew, Eyebrows." The nickname was accompanied with a small, but genuine smile. Skids was no stranger to heroics, having fought off a legion of legislators since joining the crew of the Lost Light because they'd threatened his friends, the mechs who had taken him in and given him a home and place on their ship. Rung had done the same thing, for the same reason, and though it hadn't been with sword and gun, it was no less heroic and impressive - and as much appreciated. Skids didn't try to convince Rung to look at him when the other mech wouldn't meet his gaze. He knew the other's mannerisms from watching him, talking to him, just being around him; always subconsciously learning, Skids picked up quickly on how others acted in situations like this. He gave a nod at Rung's words. "I heard, yeah. Word gets around fast." Skids leaned against the table, hip against the edge as he turned more towards Rung. "So you won't be my therapist anymore. Are we still friends?" |
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| Deleted User | 31 Mar 2016, 03:20 PM Post #7 |
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Rung gave a humorless smile. "You're correct, of course. Fun might not have been the correct wording. The idea was to plan for any contingency, so..." A shrug. "It was my obligation, one I was eager to fulfill. I'd rather my friends stay out of harm's way if I can help it." He added an amused shake of his helm. He'd gotten used to the nicknames the crew had bestowed upon him, but only tolerated them from the ones he knew remembered his real name as well - Skids included. Back to the even-more-serious business. He hesitated before taking his glasses off, gazing at them as if inspecting them. "Of course, Skids. So long as you'll let me." There was a short pause, then he went on. "That might depend on your response to the explanation as to why I'm resigning though..." Another short pause, and a sigh. "I'm not keen on dishing out all the details of the situation, I hope you'll understand, but suffice to say that I... well. I technically haven't been a licensed therapist for quite some time." |
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| Skids | 1 Apr 2016, 03:03 PM Post #8 |
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try to teach me a thing or two
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Skids nodded, giving a soft smile, and placed his hand on the smaller mech's shoulder. "You're a good mech, Rung," he said. "I'm glad you were there to help us." He let his hand slip from the other's shoulder after a moment, seeing Rung's mannerisms shift again. Skids could sense the tension and hesitation and let Rung have the time to steel himself. He remained silent as Rung spoke, keeping his expression steady. He was going to say something about the smaller mech having earned his trust and friendship, that he wasn't about to throw that away just because the other mech was resigning. Ever since Ratchet had suggested Skids talk to Rung outside their therapy sessions, he'd come to like him and enjoy his company. He liked working on the models and they'd gone to Swerve's a couple of times during Rung's off-hours. Skids even defended Rung when Getaway had teased his friend. What could make him toss all of that aside? When Rung gave his explanation, Skids paused, brow furrowing. "You're not licensed." It wasn't a question, just Skids repeating the information as he processed it. "But you've kept practicing regardless. On the crew. On me." He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. He should be upset, mad that he'd been lied to - and part of him was, but Rung, licensed or not, had helped him significantly in the last several months since he'd started seeing the other mech to try to fill the holes in his memory. Skids brought his hand to his head, leaning against the work table as he echoed Rung's sigh with one of his own. "I'm not sure how to take this, Rung. Why would you lie about this?" |
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