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i am doing it again. making up shit and calling it lore
Prompto: Dude, the lighting is top notch!
Noctis: REALLY?! RIGHT NOW?!
Prompto: ....its the only time i can get you to sit still...
( @quibble-auk yes I did it. We did the thing. This is based off of the "Oregon trail" Au, some back story stuff for Coo and Ratchet. Since they survived the trial by fire and made it. First time writing anything with Ratchet as the main focus!! Yay. Maybe I did it right I don't know-)
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Ratchet was tired.
The large mech sighed to himself as the rain continued to pour down around him. In thick sheets it pummeled the outside of the post office, the ground soggy and murky from the influx of moisture.
Ratchet was supposed to be going home, giving the younger mech Theremin time to work on restocking at the medical office. Ratchet didn’t enjoy leaving him to work alone, not when he knew he could be of help.
Theremin however, had firmly told Ratchet that he needed sleep, and everything would be alright without him. It was true, they had no reason to both be there when it wasn’t necessary. One of them needed to be rested at least, if an emergency struck.
Theremin’s argument was that Ratchet had taken the past two nights straight. Which was also true, the orange mech had been tending to victims of an accident at the mill. It had left Ratchet with a huge amount of house calls and a surgery. No one had died, but plenty of able bodied men would be out of work for a few months. Ratchet argued back that the work had been split evenly. His work partner would hear none of it.
Ratchet eventually acquiesced, but did not allow himself break till he retrieved the needed medical supplies from the post office. It was hardly an excursion and would not have taken long.
Then the storm hit.
Another sigh rumbled from the mech as he felt himself scowl.
He hoped the other mech could stand the wait, he thought as thunder cracked across the sky.
The storm was not dangerous, but the doctor preferred to not get rained on the walk back to his office. Eventually, after a few moments the doctor finally gave up and trudged through it. He grumbled angrily to himself as he was pelted in the cold deluge, keeping his packages under his coat.
When he reached the office Theremin laughed, laughed hard at his friend’s disheveled appearance and dark look. Ratchet without another word shoved the boxes into the other’s hand and began back down the steps. Theremin called out he could try and wait out the storm, or try and warm himself before he went out again.
The older man only huffed and waved him off, it wouldn’t do any good. He was already wet. Ratchet grumbled as the drops slowly lessened, he chuckled at the irony. If he had waited ten minutes then he wouldn’t have had to be drowned. Well, he wasn't that wet. The medic mused to himself.
Hugging his waxed black over coat tighter to himself he made his way down the street of the large town. Ratchet wasn’t always a well off man, he knew when to carry a waxed coat in winter, a lifesaver if caught out in the rain on horseback trying to find a homestead. Young foolhardy mechs might poke fun at the thing, but Ratchet would smirk later when he would catch them scrambling to hide from the weather’s whims. He knew it was an old jacket, but it served him well. He could feel that he was going to have to wax it again soon however, the damp seeping into the arms of his white shirt.
Ratchet’s face was severe as he walked, optics flickering around as mechs filtered past. The mechs of the town were not of the roughest types. Young and seeking fortunes, starry eyed. Merchants had set up shops as well, their shop windows filled with things that would not just appear pleasing to a young farmer. Instead pretty things sat in the windows, dresses, waistcoats. Things that alluded to the changing town, how its once few pioneers began to search past the need to just survive in the new land.
But have grandeur as well.
Ratchet couldn’t help but huff at the change, it was an odd feeling.
The orange and white mech, clad in his dark clothes, found his thoughts halted at an odd sight.
Near one of those shifting shops stood a girl.
Not a young woman, or even like a girl who had been let out of school to play and wandered off to window shop.
No, it was a small child. Not someone who should be out by herself, not in this weather.
The doctor slowed his pace as he looked the child over. She was very small, dressed in a maroon dress that had been obviously drenched in rain. He could tell from the six feet between them that she was shivering, her thin frame trembling as she looked in through the window. Her dark eyes were hollow and tired as she glanced about past the glass.
Ratchet’s bright eyes narrowed slightly, he slowed to a complete stop. No one came out of the store to fetch the girl. None of the men who were saddling their horses or steering their carriages even glanced at her.
He stood and waited, silently hoping a worried mother or father would burst onto the scene and scoop up the little child. Maybe scold her for running off, getting her dress wet, letting mud cling to her round face.
But no one came.
With caution Ratchet continued closer, the girl looking up at his tall frame. She let out a soft squeak of surprise, like she had not been expecting the man to just keep going up. Ratchet felt a softness in his spark as he did a final survey of the now emptying street. He sighed and smiled softly.
“Hello..” He kneeled down, noticing the effort it took for the child to look up at him.
“Are you waiting for someone? Its going to storm you know, you shouldn’t be out by yourself..” Ratchet kept his voice gentle, not that he had to try. The girl in question blinked at him, hugging herself as another shiver wracked her much smaller form. Her young face looked sad, as she scrubbed at her cheek seemingly not willing to answer him.
Ratchet took notice. Of both that, and the tracks on her face. Those big eyes shiny with unshed tears. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a rag, he held it out softly, even his hand dwarfed her.
She looked at it, glancing before hiccuping and rubbing her face once more. Ratchet clenched a fist on his thigh at the noise, the sweet little girl battled tears with a rattling breath before she answered him.
"Im not supposed to talk..To ughm strangers.." Her voice was tinny and choked with nerves. The doctor scanned the streets again, Ratchet took the response as maybe someone was looking for the girl. That maybe someone was worried sick. Every mother taught their children that, yet none stepped forward to claim her in the slightest. He returned his gaze to the little girl, the child looked thin. Her dress was shabby and worn, he forced himself to smile gently and keep his anger at bay. Not at the little thing who shivered from the rain, but the ones who left her to wait.
"That's a good thing, young ladys like you should be careful. Where's your mother?" He offered the cloth again, this time the small girl took it softly, her eyes welling over with tears. "I-I," She looked frantically, "I don't know.." She sobbed.
Ratchet clenched his jaw, he didn’t like how this was going. He didn’t enjoy the way the girl didn’t say her mother had left her to wait. Or that she had lost her, couldn’t find her. No, the little thing looked heartbroken and hopeless.
He looked up as the rain began again, building up as the clouds darkened once more. Whimpering and shaking the girl scrubbed her face with the cloth, the hiccups making Ratchet’s spark ache.
“Here, let me see. You’ll hurt yourself doing it that way.” The little girl didn’t fight him as he moved closer to wipe her face. He worked gently as the girl cried, cleaning the mud and salt.
When Ratchet was as close as he could get to her face being clean, and the girl had quietened slightly, he looked out to the rain once more. The girl did the same, a harsh shiver leaping over her. Ratchet took notice and pulled back, the girl let out a soft noise of distress as he did so.
“Are you cold?” Ratchet shrugged off his coat with a grunt, the chill more noticeable without the layer.
Another rush of anger went through him, how cold could the child be? Soaked and without a jacket of any kind. The dress she wore wasnt thick, it was a thin summer skirt that should be in a cupboard at this time of year.
The child nodded, her eyes still wet. At the nod Ratchet offered the coat to the youngster, who with a cautious stare, slid into it.
She was drowning in the fabric, but pressed into it with a tired sigh as Ratchet wrapped it tight around her.
“There, that should help, what's your name?” Ratchet moved to rub away a stray tear with his thumb as the girl snuggled into the jacket. Her dark eyes seemed to droop immediately, she leaned into the touch as her shivers slowly subsided.
“Coo..” She murmured, Ratchet hardly held in the urge to snatch up the girl and hold her tight. She was obviously dead on her feet, exhausted and cold.
He tried one last time to see if anyone, at all, showed concern over the sleepy cold girl. Not that Ratchet even felt comfortable giving her back now, who in the world would dress their young one in such a way. Leave her out in the rain. Ratchet growled lowly in his throat as he felt a frown weigh down his face.
Coo, the small child, made a soft noise. She needily pressed against his large hand still cradling her face, “M’ tired.”
Ratchet shifted so his other arm caught the girl under the knees, his thick limbs engulfing her in an embrace as he stood with her.
“I know, go to sleep. I’v got you.” His rough voice was tender as he swaddled the sleeping girl in his jacket. Ratchet positioned her so the rain wouldn’t dampen her further, making a makeshift cocoon for the little thing.
It wasn't a feat of wonders, hiding her in it from the biting rain. She was so small it was hardly a job.
The doctor now cradling the babe began to make his now rather rushed journey to his home. Paying no mind to the harsh cold that swept over him, soaking his shirt and vest in seconds. His blue eyes only ever moved to check on his bundle, keeping her safe.
My doomed Yuri senses are tingling
mmmm. I am getting strong r99 ones from this
goofy ah expression lmao
was too slow to screen shot but rip M*A*S*H's gf
(singularity f FGO)
So as far as prologue threads go... I have
Public
Mikio- shslsuess
Shinji- shslgimmepizza
Yuhi- superdupersuitactor
Private
Haruki- shslfoodieboy
and more idk come at me
