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Post by Perceptor on Mar 17, 2009 21:56:25 GMT -5
"There is always work tomorrow," Perceptor counters, tilting his head. "There is always more to be learned, experienced, seen..." he pauses, frowning as his vision seems to waver fractionally for a moment. It passes, but in its wake, a brief wave of weariness follows.
"Hmm... Ah... I... I have been at significantly reduced efficiency since the battle," he continues, tilting his head toward his naked shoulder. He has to pause again, though, as another little wave of weakness washes over him, and he takes another deep drink of his cube to combat it. "The others... They have needed my skills, and..."
The drink didn't help much. The weakness is passing, the dizziness as well, but he feels... heavy. As if his every servo and cable has suddenly increased its weight by an order of magnitude. He feels very... tank-like. His gaze, when he turns it back upon Hook, is puzzled and tired.
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Post by Hook-3 on Mar 17, 2009 22:27:13 GMT -5
"We are going to have a lot of work ahead of us, Perceptor." Hook slowly turns his own enertea in his hands, not having drunk any of it. "A lot of delicate work. We are not well-served if you are letting your cognitive faculties degenerate due to mental disturbance with the current troubles."
"I'm sorry. I drugged your enertea."
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Post by Perceptor on Mar 25, 2009 21:34:22 GMT -5
"Oh."
Oddly calm and accepting, that single syllable response. Perhaps it is a property of the soporific Hook has inflicted upon him, or perhaps it is merely a function of Perceptor's own nature that he is not angry or frightened or upset that Hook has drugged him. At most - or at worst - Perceptor is vaguely irritated that his work is to be curtailed in such a manner, but he is not angry to have been taken advantage of by the Decepticon.
If anything, he is... saddened. Hook will leave, and Perceptor's opportunity to enjoy this brief respite of cooperation with a like-minded engineer will be snatched from him too soon. "You are going to leave, aren't you?" he asks, slumping dejectedly in his seat, gaze dropping to the dregs left in the cube cupped in his hands.
"Please... do no' harm Tiny?" he asks, his normal crisp diction beginning to slurr. "She is no'... not like yours. Harmless. She is harmless. Prom'se."
He does not want to sleep, but he is rapidly losing that struggle.
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Post by Hook-3 on Mar 29, 2009 20:45:23 GMT -5
"I will not hurt her."
There is a pang at Perceptor's suggestion that he would hurt someone uncalled for, but Hook cannot put much weight behind it. Why shouldn't the red microscope see in him what he sees in Perceptor - the face of an enemy?
He sets down his untouched enertea. "I am going to leave. I have plans to scribe. They will be ready when you wake up. Something to send us home."
The Constructicon pauses in the doorway. "Rest, Perceptor. There will be time to live on willpower yet."
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 5, 2009 11:56:40 GMT -5
Perceptor sighs, disappointed. "Very well," he finally agrees. He does not wish to move, but at the rate his systems are spinning down, if he does not do so now, he will find himself awakening upon the floor in an ungainly heap.
"You need no' leave," he offers, setting the almost drained cube upon the bench with exaggerated care as he rises unsteadily. The collection of crates in the corner may not look like much, but they make an adequate berth, which he settles onto gratefully after shuffling over.
"It is no' mush... but it is a work-shop," he continues, waving his hand to indicate his little lair, offering it to Hook for his use. His limbs are leaden as he settles down, curling up upon his side with his cheek pillowed upon one hand. "An' I... hardly... a threa'... t'you... in... this... state..."
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Post by Hook-3 on May 9, 2009 22:07:20 GMT -5
"You are not a threat, but I do not think your fellows would look kindly on what I've done." Hook tentatively reached out to touch Perceptor's scope. "Sleep. I will be there tomorrow where you found me tonight."
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