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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Nov 4, 2010 22:01:40 GMT -5
For a guy who’d just had an Autobot bounce off of him, Shockwave was aweful calm. Skystrike arches her brow slightly but doesn’t add anything else, simply standing there quietly as she watches the Autobots leave.
What a terribly strange day.
OOC: Skippable!
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Post by Victoria Raines on Nov 5, 2010 19:39:34 GMT -5
Shockwave walks slowly to the door, but does not exit. He watches the Autobots head out before him, and notes Perceptor's arrival with some interest. Now is not the time to meddle with the Autobot scientist, however.
//Hrm. I hope you do not prove to be overconfident, Oil Slick. My Perceptor could show fearful temper, if provoked. Watch yourself.//
Shockwave turns back into the courtroom. He has another case in half an hour.
Skippable
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 5, 2010 19:48:30 GMT -5
Elita-1 wants to run out and make sure Sentinel is all right herself, but she can't. Instead, she files out with some of the other observers, hanging back and watching the other Autobots on outside the courthouse.
She is also watching the Decepticon.
If Oil Slick so much as looks askance at Sentinel, he will suffer. She swears it.
She can't help asking privately, though, //Sentinel? I- I'll stay away, but are you all right?//
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 6, 2010 0:50:52 GMT -5
//If needed, I can rust him from the inside out. No Autobot scientist will make a fool of me.//
...is that their associate? A robot wearing a helmet? Really? Yes, Oil Slick thinks that Perceptor wearing a helmet is silly when he uses a bubble-dome. Fashion hypocrisy is the least of Oil Slick's crimes.
Get in line, Elita-1 - there's already a queue of people who want Oil Slick to suffer!
Waitaminute, didn't the Emirate say he was a coroner? Odd...
Oil slick adjusts his tie a bit as he steps up to Perceptor. "Greetings, I am Doctor Go'tlyeb. Are you the ...coroner... the Emirate asked here?" he greets quite nonchalantly. "...though Mr. Prime is very much alive," he adds with a note of minor confusion.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 6, 2010 9:26:29 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime twitches when Emirate Xaaron mentions a coroner. Didn't Emirate Xaaron just call Perceptor out over the radio? And, like that sick slagger Oil Slick Doctor Go'tlyeb says, isn't Sentinel Prime not dead? Emirate Xaaron plays strange games.
Perceptor, on the other hand, is just strange. He shows up on a motorcycle, wearing an extra helmet, and then he promptly takes it off. What's the point of that?
Sentinel Prime flinches again when Elita-1 calls him. He's not all right at all, and he can't tell her that. She's his friend, he reminds himself. She's just concerned about him! She broke his mind, too. She broke his mind, and Perceptor's rumbling about examining his processors. Oh, slag, meet fan. Sentinel Prime replies to her, weary but voice steady, //Elita-1, get back to the Event Horizon and go to Security. Chat up the people on shift. If they're tired, offer to swap with them - say you need the free time off later on for some event. A real event, that you would go to. You're going to it now. Do it. Do it now. Trust me.//
If Perceptor finds what Sentinel Prime's dreading he'll find, the security footage from that time period in the medical ward will just have to be edited. That's how the circuitboard crumbles.
That business done, he gives Perceptor a tired smile and finally puts away his shield and lance. Sentinel Prime holds out his gnawed-upon arms, explaining, "Good to see you, Doc. I'm just glad that's all over now. Hurts, I guess, but it's nothing I can't live with. How are you doing, anyway? And yeah, Doc Go'tlyeb gave exceptional care over at Arak’ham Asylum."
His optics narrow, and his antennae flick back ever so slightly. 'Exceptional' doesn't have to mean good, and indeed, Sentinel Prime very much took exception to it all.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 6, 2010 10:58:50 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron genuinely smiles to see Perceptor roll up. He's a fellow Autobots, and they've been through a lot together in these last few years! Granted, Perceptor's also perfect for this particular scenario, but Emirate Xaaron can be friendly and expedient at the same time. It's a gift. He claps his hands together and greets, "Ah, coroner! So good to see you. As you can see, there's no occasion for a funeral."
Yet.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 7, 2010 2:03:04 GMT -5
The astute observer might have noticed that Perceptor is wearing gloves, in addition to his helmet. Really, he's just trying to fit in with the natives, just like wearing his lab coat or any other bit of extraneous clothing. Honest. Feel free to scoff, Oil Slick. A robot, wearing clothes. It's a giggle, isn't it?
"A cursory evaluation would indicate that you are correct, Xaaron," he replies with a stiffly courteous smile. "But a more thorough evaluation will be needed to verify that. Thank you for notifying me."
Ah, but the good Doctor is introducing himself! How convenient! Perceptor had assumed that he would have to contrive this meeting. Xaaron does spoil him, some days.
"Ah, Doctor," Perceptor replies with the utmost of professional politeness, extending his gloved hand for "Go'tlyeb" to shake. "I am currently employed as a coroner, however, I excel in many disciplines of science and medicine, and, as such, have assumed responsibility for continuing the patient's care where you left off."
"A moment, if you please, Sentinel," he instructs in an off-hand manner over his shoulder to the battered Prime. "You do not appear to be in any dire need, and I wished to clarify some of the notations from your previous treatment if I am to successfully continue your rehabilitation." Just the picture of a coolly dismissive doctor talking down to his patient. Nothing to see here, move along.
Turning his attention back to Go'tlyeb, he continues, "I read the notations upon his medical file. Quite intriguing."
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 8, 2010 22:36:23 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Elita-1 due to timeout.
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Oil Slick can't help but give Sentinel a grin. One that should seem very familiar - it's the same grin he had when he was mulling over the various options he had to use on Sentinel. "Why thank you, Mr. Prime, I'm touched that you felt my meager efforts merit such praise."
Then he turns to Perceptor and accepts the handshake. "Ah, I see. My mistake for assuming. And yes, poor Mr. Prime was in a terrible state when I examined him." he shakes his head, tsking quietly.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 9, 2010 0:02:03 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is again forced to seriously consider ricocheting his shield off everyone and making a run for it. That's how bad a day he's having.
Perceptor is creeping him out. He needs to verify that Sentinel Prime's not dead? Uh, hello? Perceptor's acting like Sentinel Prime's Perceptor, all dismissive!
Sentinel Prime manages a dire, "You're definitely touched," and his best slightly threatening grin before he collapses down into truck mode. Transforming hurts, but his truck mode's got a poker face that can't be beat, his knees can't knock together when they aren't knees, and driving beats running.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 9, 2010 0:25:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron... takes up a point position on the group, actually. No one's going to ambush Perceptor and Sentinel Prime while Perceptor's playing better-scientist-than-thou with Oil Slick.
He replies smoothly, "Any time, Perceptor."
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 9, 2010 0:44:40 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm certain he was," Perceptor replies smoothly, bringing his other hand up to encase Oil Slick's in a friendly gesture. His grip tightens, holding the good "Doctor" in place as Perceptor leans in with a dark, feral smile. "And he was in a much more terrible state once you were done with him," he hisses, keeping his voice low enough so that it does not travel beyond their little cluster. Oil Slick will have to struggle all too obviously to free himself from the tight grip Perceptor maintains upon his hand as the coroner continues.
"What most astounds me, is how, even in that festering pit of corruption and rot, anyone mistook you for a Doctor, sir." How the word "sir" could be made into an insult is anyone's guess, but, somehow, Perceptor is managing it. "Your 'treatment' - what you made notes of, that is - was crude, crass, and counter-productive. Your notations were amateurish scrawls of gibberish mixed with drivel, and liberally seasoned with dross. And your actual actions were an abomination of chemistry, you talentless cur."
He finally releases Oil Slick's hand and takes a step back to sneer down his nasal ridge at the "Doctor". "The next time you attempt to pretend to skills that you do not have, you may wish to do a little research first, so that you display more skill than a lobotomized drone. Also, I'm quite certain that the governing agencies who have given me the authority to practice my skills here would be quite interested in examining your licensure, Doctor."
"Now, why don't you scamper back to your little hovel and play with your Jr. Chemistry set while the real chemists and scientists do all the grown-up work, hm?"
Turning his back upon Oil Slick as utterly forgettable, Perceptor shifts his attention back to Sentinel. "If you please, Sentinel, I have more medical supplies stored within my transportation," he offers with surprising gentleness, considering his cold, dismissiveness of but a few moments ago. Pulling off his gloves and subspacing them, Perceptor reaches down to rest a hand upon the truck's hood, and nods toward where he's parked his motorcycle. "I would like to at least apply patches to the worse of your injuries before you travel any further along the streets and risk further damage."
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 9, 2010 23:43:02 GMT -5
Oil Slick's brow raises as Perceptor clamps his hand, then he notes that look he's getting. Oh. Oh my. The look, the utter hate and contempt being thrown at him right now, both in look and in words is wonderfully intoxicating.
Rage all you like, Perceptor, it won't erase the cycle-chemist's smug smirk. "Your opinion is noted, Coroner," he answers, tipping his hat slightly. "Though be glad you did not have to use that set of skills on Mr. Prime when I was finished." He chuckles. "Psychiatric medication can be terribly unpredictable, after all."
Oil Slick somehow manages to fit his big honking hands into his coat pockets, and wanders off down the street. Looks like he's found some buttons he can push!
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OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 9, 2010 23:55:14 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime backs up, checking his rearview mirror to make sure he doesn't hit anything important. As much fear as he can feel, he'll feeling for Perceptor. Hopefully everyone will just assume that is his skittish behaviour is Oil Slick's fault. Yeah, that's the ticket. And then Perceptor tries to play nice again, but Sentinel Prime's seen that... thing Perceptor can be. Sentinel Prime's acting every day of his life, putting on a show that he's someone respectable. Why should Perceptor be any different? Maybe Decepticons are just more honest about what they really are. They don't play dress-up with their personalities and try, in vain, to play by society's rules. They just embrace being monsters. Did Perceptor have to touch him? But Sentinel Prime's not ready to give up on playing by society's rules yet. Without law, there is only chaos, after all. He transforms and obediently holds out his arms for Perceptor. He doesn't react to Oil Slick's death threats. He's too tired and fried to try to figure out how he'd react. Hopefully he'll just look dazed. That's excusable. - - - OOC: Maybe wrap this and cut to a new thread of Perceptor poking Sentinel's head, like we talked about?
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 9, 2010 23:55:55 GMT -5
OOC: Um, sorry, lost track of the posting order and then it turned a lot
//Sure... sure Sentinel.//
Elita disappears into the crowd
out of thread
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 10, 2010 0:07:16 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron quirks an optical ridge and asks Perceptor, "Feel better?"
Voice completely neutral, neither approving nor condemning, he adds, just to Perceptor, over the radio, //I didn't know you had that in you. Remember that you do.//
Know thyself.
OOC: Fine with a wrap. Hey, maybe Xaaron can go watch Shockwave's other cases!
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