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| Tweet Topic Started: 10 Apr 2016, 11:27 PM (210 Views) | |
| Deleted User | 10 Apr 2016, 11:27 PM Post #1 |
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Brainstorm pressed his masked face into his palms, releasing a shuddering sigh that left him more hollow and wilted then he had been before. Long division was evil. Not particularly difficult, but the helmache it gave him was a monster. He bookmarked a silent reminder for himself to make a stop by the medbay for some pain meds, for however brief and fleeting the reprieve may be. Anything was better than the splintering simmer broiling at the base of his helm. His entire back felt out of position, the plating ruffled in an uncomfortable fashion. But looking over to the stack of completed data pads flushed away the thoughts of later with a healthy wash of satisfaction. It wasn't OCD, not really, but there was definitely something about seeing the perfectly neat stack that made the ache worth while. Too bad all that long division was just for some recalibrations and repairs on Swerve's First Blaster. How does one bot manage to drop their only weapon into the Oil Reservoir? All this math and he'll never figure that out. Brainstorm folded his arms on the table, burying his face against the plating. He really wanted to sigh again but two sighs within the span of a few minutes was a little too dramatic, even for himself. Now, Cyclonus could get away with it, but there was a distinct difference between being tired of horrible unforgiving math and being done with the universe. Primus, he'd probably have to bump up that reminder to right now if it didn't get better soon. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 23 Apr 2016, 08:17 AM Post #2 |
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It had been a week or so since their last encounter. First Aid had given Brainstorm some space, knowing that the mech would often dedicate all his time to his projects. As admirable his dedication was, he couldn't help but worry. Thus, First Aid decided it was time to check in on the scientist. It wasn't hard to find the labs, but there was an excitement about finally getting to see the inside for the first time. Till this point he maybe had poked in once or twice at most. It wasn't like he had much reason or time to go to the labs in the first place. Even justified under the reason of inquiring about the drone, aid's real reason for showing up was to make sure Brainstorm was doing well. Once he arrived he hesitated, delicate knuckles rapped lightly against the lab door. Was he sleeping? He did work late at night. Hopefully He wasn't intruding. Maybe he should open the door? No, no, this wasn't like the medbay. He wasn't really allowed to just waltz right in, was he? |
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| Deleted User | 23 Apr 2016, 12:53 PM Post #3 |
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Brainstorm further coiled into his folded arms. The last thing he needed right now was some curious gun nut poking around his lab. He tucked his em field in closer, trying to keep the emotions nuetral and unreadable. "It's open." Brainstorm muffled into the plating of his arm. Not bothering to sit up or put on a smile. Whoever it was, hopefully they would notice how unusually distressed he was and leave him be. He pressed his ruffled plating down a little closer, the strain not unbearable, if not a little uncomfortable. If he wasn't going to finish repairing Swerve's blaster today then he really should find something to do. Sitting here, in the relative silence of his lab, it was too quiet. Theres was too much space for his mind to wander and over think things that weren't important anymore. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 23 Apr 2016, 08:51 PM Post #4 |
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After getting confirmation that the door was in fact unlocked, Aid made sure to open it quietly. He hadn’t sensed Brainstorm’s EM field, which left him feeling a little uneasy. Needless to say, seeing Brainstorm curled up and ruffled didn’t ease him further with the assumption. Instead of stating his presence, Aid slipped in as quietly as he could manage and let his own field do the talking. Comfort and warmth pressed to the scientist, two things Aid liked to comfort his patients initially with until he could better identify the problem. Without a word, First Aid settled down besides Brainstorm, simply pulling a few pain suppressors from his subspace and placed them on the workbench in front of the uncomfortable mech. Maybe words weren’t the best right now, but that hadn’t stopped First Aid from placing a comforting servo to Brainstorm’s arm. He’d open up if he wanted to, First Aid wouldn’t press too much right now. Brainstorm needed comfort, now more than ever, and Aid was going to do his damnest to be the best comfort he could provide. Though, admittedly, it was taking a lot of reserve to not start scanning him in hopes for some sort of physical diagnosis. |
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| Deleted User | 24 Apr 2016, 02:43 AM Post #5 |
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Brainstorm sighed, relief bleeding out of his em field as he minutely relaxed. He'd recognized First Aid's presence upon the bots arrival. The scientist shifted when the medic settled next to him. Propping his chin up on his arm to regard his silent friend. Brainstorm huffed through the dual slits of his mask at the sight of pain meds. "My savior." Brainstorm spoke in little more than a murmur. Much preferring the silence with his helmache. Well, that's what he reasoned he'd want now, what with his migraine and all, but some idle chatter would give him something easier to think about. "Welcome-" Brainstorm wiggled his fingers on the table in a small flourish. "To my lab." Brainstorm shifted his chin to the side to better view First Aid. The side of his mask pressing into his forearm. "Feel free to poke around, but try not to hurt yourself okay?" A warning he didn't use lightly, there wasn't half as much concern when it was, say, Whirl poking around dangerous gizmos and poky gadgets. The thought og First Aid hurting himself in Brainstorm's lab on his accountability was an unpleasant one. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 24 Apr 2016, 04:48 AM Post #6 |
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"I'll poke around when I'm good and ready. For now, let me provide a shoulder to lean on. You could really use it, Brainy." He was a glow a the savior comment, as it has stroked his ego in the best way. Oh did he try to be a savior, it was nice to get the recognition. Reaching up and around, First Aid looped an arm around Brainstorms back, digits gently rubbing at the space where his wings met. If it was a problem, Brainy would speak up, Aid hadn't wanted to cause more sensory issues when trying to give the mech a little more relief. "I don't need to lecture you on taking medication responsibly, I assume. Next topic of business; how are you feeling? I can sense the ache in your helm from here, but without scanning you further I'm not sure if there's much else I can safely assume." At the sight of swerve's gun on the table, First Aid raised his optic brow. "So, adding that freeze-shrink Ray to Swerve's gun? You sure that's a smart idea, I don't think he has the best aim..." |
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| Deleted User | 24 Apr 2016, 05:48 PM Post #7 |
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Brainstorm rubbed at his optics, snorting a weak laugh. "If I leaned on your shoulder I'd probably knock you over." Technically speaking, he would, regardless of the extra support First Aid's medical frame had for such situations. Not that he didn't appreciate the help, he did feel a little guilty that First Aid was always trying, and trying, and Brainstorm wasn't getting any better. Brainstorm lifted himself off of his work station, removing his mask as soon as he'd freed his arms. He made quick work of consuming the medication. Lazily reattaching the mask piece as he shuffled a stack of data pads out of the way. "I didn't finish the freeze-shrink ray, actually. I was just fixing up Swerve's blaster, and he does have an awful aim, that's why I'm trying to finish the repairs today. This blaster is easier to use than a traditional one." Brainstorm answered, taking a quick look around his lab. He really needed to organize all of his scrapped projects into a junk pile. It was hard to admit he was having trouble finding motivation these days, after the completion of the time machine he'd felt a little hollow. Even more so when he kept hitting dead ends, while his lab benches were littered with unused scrap and half finished blueprints. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 24 Apr 2016, 08:28 PM Post #8 |
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“Hey, hey, give me some credit. I’m a battle medic, a field nurse, you think I can’t take your weight? Sure, maybe if Megatron were to lean on me I’d crumple over, but I think I can support you just fine.” The smile could be heard in his words, gently rubbing Brainstorm between his wings as he tried to comfort the other. Things were tough all around, First Aid never expected everyone to always have an okay day. He wanted to be here for the others, even during times like this. It wasn’t trying, it was dedication to his crew, but further it was dedication to his friend. “Brainy, Swerve will live with a day or two without his blaster. I have reason to believe that while Swerve is a terrible shot and could use all the help he can get, he’d rather you have some mental health time than killing yourself over his blaster.” First Aid had an inkling as to what Brainstorm was feeling, perhaps it was just their talk the other night at the bar that lead Aid to risky assumptions. It was hard not to assume things when the two of them had been dealt a similar hand. Everyone mourned and grieved differently, different ways and amounts of time. Even if he was wrong with his assumptions that this somehow tied back to Quark, it gave Aid some leeway to try and get in and comfort the other. “Let’s take things one step at a time. You and me both.” Not that Brainstorm could see, but First Aid’s glossa peaked out between his lips, which were curved into a smile. Maybe Brainstorm wouldn’t feel better, which was okay, but Aid had to smile if not for himself but for his friend. |
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| Deleted User | 24 Apr 2016, 09:07 PM Post #9 |
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Well, maybe First Aid could take his weight. It was hard to say, Brainstorm's build was a light one afterall. The height difference might have been misleading. "Knowing the Lost Light and it's penchant for stumbling into dangerous and unthinkable situations, he probably will need it in a day or two." Brainstorm answered in turn, his wings sagged, his posture slipping once more. One step at a time, he could manage one step at a time. Brainstorm turned in his seat, offering a smile with his optics before he was leaning back into the soothing touch of First Aid's servo. "Just wanted to come by?" Brainstorm asked. Well, if he wasn't going to work on Swerve's blaster was there anything else he could find to work on? Nothing came to mind, he could always try to come up with something new? Maybe. Maybe he shouldn't, not with his head where it was. There was no point in trying if he knew he was just gonna end up scrapping it in the end. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 24 Apr 2016, 09:50 PM Post #10 |
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“Well I had initially come down to cash in my raincheck to visit your lab. I know I told you the night we were outside and got hit with that dust cloud that I’d make point to come visit. I hadn’t really had time before this point, so as soon as the opening arose I made sure to make my way here. Only it seems maybe I was needed here for other reasons than to get a tour.” His servo was hard at work, rubbing and massaging lightly against the scientist’s back. With his free one, First Aid gently caressed the side of Brainstorm’s mask, letting it lower and rest to the table surface. He could comfort the other with some little hand squeezes once he grew tired in his wrist. “If you wanted, we could really clean this place. Not that it’s a mess or anything, just, I know that it’s easy to work in clutter and still know where everything is but at the same time it can also trick your mind into feeling cluttered as well. If you were ever interested, I’d be more than happy to lend some help in getting this place organized. Even if it’s just little things and not a whole big production. Little victories, ya know?” There was worry in his voice but not in his field, that was strictly warmth and comfort. He’d never get Brainstorm to calm down or ease up if he let his emotions bleed through. |
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| Deleted User | 24 Apr 2016, 10:27 PM Post #11 |
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"Ah, it's alright. I still have to figure out what needs to be trashed and what's still salvageable." He'd figure it out later, meanwhile he really should- "Oh!" Brainstorm sprung up from his seat, nearly tripping in his haste. Hoo, that was too quick. Brainstorm supported his unsteady weight with a servo to the table. "That medidroid is almost done, just needs paint." Brainstorm explained. Well, his helmache was already getting a little better. The base of his helm was still a little sore from hunching over a desk for as long as he had, but standing and moving around would probably help. Brainstorm really didnt want to lose that contact, even if it was a small gesture, he took up First Aids servo in his own to drag him across the room, making his way the to a bench pressed up into a corner, a set of heavy tools hanging in a display above the table. "Actual wings wouldn't serve any real function, so I went with some fabricated sensor doors. It'll have more control of the joints when its on." Brainstorm released the medics servo to turn the droid around, flipping it over to show its doorwings in full. They were awfully floppy for a pair of door wings, but he went for dexterity above show. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 25 Apr 2016, 01:16 PM Post #12 |
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First Aid followed with Brainstorm's soft tugging. There was no way he was going to just leave the other hunched over in pain. Not when he could reach out and rub with tender little touches to his back. While the medicine he offered seemed to lease get Brainstorm minor relief in his helm, he still had a lot of other discomfort that First Aid had wanted to try and ease. And there it was. Beautiful little medbay drone. Striped silver, as there was no coat of paint on it, First Aid was getting emotional. He had already been attached to objects as it was, let alone ones that bore any sort of face. His spark pulsed happily, tightly, excitedly. "Oh brainy, you've put so much work into this... He's-- it's beautiful..." His lips were pursed behind the mask, giving a little bounce of joy. Goodness, goodness... Brainstorm was such a good mech... His servo moved from the middle of Brainstorms back to squeeze at his servo, giving another excited bounce. Had neither of them be wearing masks, well, he might have impulse kissed the others cheek out of sheer excitement. Wouldn't have been the first time. First Aid was an emotional mech, sometimes his emotions a little too powerful. "Brainy, oh gosh... I feel like a broken record stuttering, but I'm... I love it. Just... Look at those floppy little wings... They're perfect..." |
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| Deleted User | 25 Apr 2016, 03:26 PM Post #13 |
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Brainstorm grinned because- wow, he'd hoped First Aid would like it but the medics excitement only served to add to his own. "Just a paint job and a quick tune up and it'll be ready to go." The engineer removed his servo from First Aid's, reluctantly, but he wanted to turn it on. "It's unnamed for now, wasn't sure how friendly you wanted it to get with the patients. Otherwise it responds to 'droid'." Not really a name, just something so early communication was possible. Brainstorm turned it over so the rounded bottom faced them, opening a panel on the back to manually turn it on. Biolighting lining the sides flickered on. He'd went with the classic autobot brand of baby blue lighting. It beeped too, just the way First Aid had requested, it really only beeped to acknowledge it was being spoken to, seeing as it heavily relied on verbal commands. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 25 Apr 2016, 07:14 PM Post #14 |
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“I’ll be able to bring paint next time I come, I have plenty of red paint I… Got for Ambulon a while back. You’d hardly be putting a dent in the surplus, I assure you. I have been mainly using it for minor detailing for scratches but not many mechs need red. More blue and black, so there’s lots of red for this little fella… Ohhh..” Aid was already back to cooing over the little drone, smitten by those floopy doorwings. Oh yeah. This drone was going to end up like his child, that was for sure. He already had issues with trying not to get attached to objects, this was just one more added to that pile. “For now? Brainy, please don’t arm it with guns or anything. It’s supposed to keep me company and maybe lift boxes, I don’t want it to have a gun.” There he was being a pacifist, but it had such a cute face. Guns would not mix well with that cute cartoony smile it bore. Watching it light up followed by the soft beeps of activation, Aid was gripping Brainstorm’s arm, his other servo clasped over his faceplate as he bounced. Visor was lit brightly, Aid was just short of squeaking. “I owe you so much for this little guy, Brainstorm, serious… Seriously I owe you so much for this I’m completely taken off my pedes here..” |
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| Deleted User | 25 Apr 2016, 08:30 PM Post #15 |
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"Not even a little gun? A party popper gun? If there's one thing the medibay could use a little more of it'd be confetti." Brainstorm teased, pulling a face at the thought. The droid doesn't really have any social protocols. Would it know when it was appropriate to use a party popper? After minor fixes it might be cute, but it'd probably come off as condescending if it shot off a party popper after long surgeries. "You don't owe me anything" Brainstorm replied in turn. Just earlier was a perfect example. First Aid was constantly caring for him, whether it be small simple things or stopping by, unknowingly saving Brainstorm from a cesspool of unpleasant thoughts. "With all the injuries I'm sending to the medibay I probably owe you." First Aid would probably disagree. Helping people was something First Aid just did, maybe not something First Aid himself would consider all that special. Modesty was a quality Brainstorm found almost as irritating as it was endearing. |
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