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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 1, 2009 18:04:39 GMT -5
Day Two. Semi-private, please ask before entering.
Pee-Dee sits propped up in the infirmary, the armor of one hand completely removed. The fused joints have turned the insides into nothing much better than a paperweight.
Since the medics are busy, Pee-Dee has been carefully fixing that with a tool in her mouth and a lot of patience. Right now, she is trying to lever out some of the fused metal. Unfortunately, this piece is stuck fast, and with a sharp noise, the tool in Pee-Dee's mouth slips out and tumbles to the floor.
"FIERFEK!"
Not that patience can't get frayed.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 1, 2009 18:30:09 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron really would have felt bad about leaving Pee-Dee behind at the big battle if he allowed himself to feel bad about anything. But that fact that he would at all really says something. After all, he did spend time looking for her.
He watches teevee with her, sometimes, and on one such show, one of the characters was injured, and another character brought the wounded one flowers. He guesses that is what humans do.
Emirate Xaaron has no idea what Junkions do, but given that Pee-Dee tends to use clips and phrases from human shows sometimes, he has gathered her a bouquet of flowers, mostly long-stemmed yellow ones. He picked them because he likes yellow.
He peeks into the infirmary - he really ought to be in there himself, but he's Emirate Xaaron, and he'll be walking wounded until everyone else is fixed first. Ah, she's there!
Emirate Xaaron shifts the flowers over to one hand, kneels to pick up the tool, and offers it back to her. He greets, "Hello, Pee-Dee."
He has seen worse, but only because he fights zombies.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 1, 2009 18:44:46 GMT -5
"Bat-Xaaron!" Pee-Dee makes an abortive motion to fling her arms around him. Given the number of joints that don't work, all that happens is she jerks upright for a moment before falling back against the crate that's propping her up.
She blinks. "Did you bring me flowers?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 1, 2009 18:56:40 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron looks at the flowers sidelong and says in a mild tone, "It would appear that I have."
Best to play it cool if he has made a faux pas.
He sets the flowers down near her and tries to gently give her a hug, since she seems rather damaged. Sincerely, Emirate Xaaron says, "Glad you're alive."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 1, 2009 20:07:12 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's left arm creaks alarmingly as she forces it to bend and returns the hug. "I missed you," she says in a small voice. "But I didn't want him to find you or the others. I just didn't think he'd catch me."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 1, 2009 20:16:02 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron winces at the creak, and he soothes, "That was very brave of you, Pee-Dee. We were so worried for you!"
He looks Pee-Dee over, and he asks, "Is there anything I can do?" Emirate Xaaron was more of theoretician, but he can offer a pair of functional hands if only she tells him what to do.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 2, 2009 11:44:37 GMT -5
"You were right to be," Pee-Dee says with a seriousness that's usually missing.
"Also, I need to speak with Officer Spinister when he comes back. He has some 'xplaining to do."
Pee-Dee glances at the flowers and smiles at them, then turns that smile on Emirate Xaaron. "Can you help me get my hand working? I can do repairs a lot faster with a working hand."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 2, 2009 12:43:13 GMT -5
"I'm glad I was wrong," Emirate Xaaron replies, with equal seriousness.
She's smiling at the flowers, and she's smiling at him. Perhaps he did interpret that part correctly, then.
"I won't pretend to understand the technology behind dimensional travel, but Perceptor activated his device accidentally," and Emirate Xaaron is still rather displeased over that matter, "and I am still rather uncertain if there will be any way of effecting another crossover. Your words with... Spinister will have to wait."
Autobots working with Mayhems still feels like madness, to him.
He looks at her hand and the tool she was using, and he reasons, "If you tell me exactly what to do - and what not to do - I may be able to assist."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 5, 2009 22:31:24 GMT -5
Pee-Dee blinks. "Of course they'll come back," she says. "Just because the looking glass has had the back put on it again doesn't mean there will never be cracks in the future."
She brightens and twitches her arm. "Well, prying out the melted joints would be a good start."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 5, 2009 23:19:58 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's little bit of wisdom chills Emirate Xaaron, because he saw that... smoke rising off Scourge as the dying Decepticon grabbed the Matrix, and it did not bode well. He murmurs, "I hope you aren't right, but I will plan as if you are."
Gently, carefully, but most definitely unskillfully, he tries to pry out one of the metal clogs. Emirate Xaaron may watch tee-vee with Pee-Dee, but he would make a very poor Junkion.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 5, 2009 23:23:06 GMT -5
"Don't worry about hurting me," Pee-Dee assures him. "You can't. I don't get hurt. Just damaged."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 6, 2009 8:49:19 GMT -5
Everyone can be hurt, whether by a million dollar splinter of space rock or a penny book of matches. The trick is simply by what.
Emirate Xaaron makes another try at a clog. "My dear, you may have a bulletproof brain module, but you might want to be a little more careful," because even though she told him not to, he still worries.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 7, 2009 14:49:24 GMT -5
You have to be able to feel pain to get hurt.
"Why?" Pee-Dee tilts her head slightly, eliciting a groan of strained metal.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 7, 2009 18:02:25 GMT -5
Not all pain is physical.
Emirate Xaaron continues to work on her fingers, like a child prying wax off a half-burned candle. He notes, "Well. For one thing, if you are more intact, that means you won't need an extraction team, and it means a shorter recovery time, so you get back on the beat sooner."
These seem like good advantages to him, but she's an alien. Who know what she thinks.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 8, 2009 16:52:12 GMT -5
Xaaron jabbing around in her hand, however, is.
She considers that, frowning. "Point."
As the Bat-Xaaron pries out her pulverized and melted bones, Pee-Dee tries to figure out how to explain to him what he'll need to do to help her getting a working hand again.
"Emirate Xaaron?" She says, using his formal title to get his attention.
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