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Physical Prompts

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❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

    As he stood at Silver Castle’s headquarters again, GZ was not sure how he expected the others to respond, whenever they learned he had returned from space. He had never experienced a ‘welcome back’ sort of greeting from open hearted individuals, and struggled to comprehend what it might be. Then again, there may not have been anything bizarre about it. He still had not entirely learned to predict mentalities he did not fully understand.

    But, if he was allowed to stay, he did not care whether he would endure bafflement or not. In his time away, he realized he missed them. Despite having so much memory and training dedicated to destruction, despite believing for so long that his only purpose was for tactical warfare, the time he had spent with Silver Castle introduced him to another life, another purpose. Even with the intent of reaching out to other soldiers with Sheena, Garret, and the rest, rather than being at war, he did not feel the pride he had found here. He did not feel the happiness he had found here, a word that was once irrelevant.

    Ryuuken was the first GZ discovered as he circled the infrastructure to view their practice grounds, and Ryuuken was the first to prove that yes, these soft souls had significantly more intimate reactions to seeing someone they hadn’t in over a year. 

    GZ barely had time to brace for the impact of being pounced on by his friend, but his defensive instincts did not fail him, and he assumed a solid stance quickly enough to avoid being toppled. For a brief moment, he thought it may have been a hostile action, that perhaps Ryuuken was angry he had left and only now had the chance to express that sentiment... Judging by the powerful hold he began to recognize as an embrace, however, that was not the case. Ryuuken was not angry, and the military leaguer was relieved that he wasn’t.

    “...” GZ’s arms shifted to wrap around Ryuuken in return, before his grip began to tighten into a nearly crushing embrace as well. Both of them could have undoubtedly dented most leaguers with their strength, but their armor was strong enough to endure when it came to each other. They did not need to restrain, and he missed this too.

    “I won’t leave again,” he stated, voicing both a decision and an attempt at assurance. Being here was, to the best of his understanding, home.

[autobotmedic]

I... do not think I did this correctly, oh well too late now.

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    GZ had returned from an outing with Ruri, which was not a common occurrence, but he was still attempting to improve his ability to occupy public spaces without intimidating nearby individuals in the process. Remaining within their home, training grounds, and competitive fields were far from being casual human social environments.

    But that had passed, and his attention had shifted to finding a fellow leaguer instead. He searched their fueling room, rec room, recharge stations, then walked out into their practice arena. Ryuuken was nowhere to be found, which caused him to frown and ponder over where else he might be.

    It had not occurred to GZ to look up. Why should it? Normally, Ryuuken could not fly.

[autobotmedic]

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Ironflame is sad. He's often sad nowadays, because he hates everything about the war—so much hatred, so much death, so much loss. He would have fled from it if he had not had others to protect, but now there would be no way to leave regardless.

So he stays, and the memories and anxieties take their toll, this time in the form of a miserable field and drooping wheel-wings as he sits near an out of the way wall of the Autobot base. He pays little mind when Ratchet enters the room; the medic looks occupied enough that Ironflame doubts he'll be bothered by someone sitting quietly.

    Ratchet’s attention is on the datapad he holds in one hand as he enters, but he is quick to notice Ironflame’s presence, as well as his depressed demeanor.

    “...” He blinks slowly, and steps to set aside the datapad, before turning and approaching the other. His field expands, offering empathy, comfort, as well as checking if Ironflame minds as he sits beside him.

    If he does not sense any objections, Ratchet will proceed to offer to hold him for a bit. He knows Ironflame can be the physically affectionate type, he just isn’t sure if it would be desired from himself, specifically.

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    GZ had begun to notice a strange feeling as day was ending, a mild sense of irritation from being outside during sunset that inspired him to return indoors. It was an odd sensation, and he was on the way to their mechanic when how he felt suddenly became terrifyingly familiar (especially when he realized the change was happening faster than it had originally). Fear of running into a comrade along the way, and what he might do to them, promptly outweighed the idea of reaching any destination. The nearest room would have to suffice-- he tried to focus and open it, unaware of the claw marks he left on the doorway. The room was their reviewing and planning area, with a screen to the front and storage in the back. Good. It should not be needed by anyone tonight, they did not have any games soon.

    He did not turn on the lights, sluggishly making his way to the darkest corner (although that was an ‘instinctive’ rather than conscious decision). GZ was physically limited by his own armor and build when he wanted to curl up on the floor, but he certainly tried, servos holding his helm. In addition to clawed digit tips, he could feel four of his gritted dentae had sharpened. His dread was fully verified, and he could no longer contain pained rasps from both the shifting of his mechanisms and his internal fear.

    If he could remain alone, he had no one to attack, and he could focus solely on self control. Once night passed, he should have easier restraint to inform of his condition without harming anyone the next day. They could all decide what to do after that, whatever was necessary. It was going to be a long wait, but GZ was strong, and patient, and had endured battlefield situations with no other option than stressful waiting before.

    The room continued to grow colder from his cooling systems acting up, and his sounds quietened to low and occasional instead of consistent. The changes were complete, now it was only a matter of continuing to war with himself.

[autobotmedic]

sentences

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❛  it isn’t much good having anything exciting if you can’t share it with somebody.  ❜

    Ratchet had recently witnessed Rafael create a simplified ‘lava lamp,’ without participating himself (because the last time he had directly taken over assisted with science projects, it had negative outcomes). The result was interesting, applying basic principles in its functioning, even if it served no useful purpose and appeared to be a learning example more than anything for class.

    And yet, the desire to make a lasting, improved version gnawed at the medic silently for a few days, until he at last made a modified, larger, lasting example of his own. It had not even required much of his time to craft, but as he explained it briefly to one of the visiting leaguers, he still found himself experiencing self consciousness about the almost childish impulse, rather than working on something beneficial instead.

    Ryuuken’s comment afterward caused him to blink slowly. “... That is, true.” Ryuuken had a wise point. Despite being human manufactured, the Iron Leaguers continued to show exceptional artificial intelligence and sentiment.

    “I suppose I feel oddly because I do not experience moments of curious impulses, as often as I once did,” he murmured with a shake of his helm. He was too tired, mentally and physically, and felt the weight of other responsibilities too strongly.

[autobotmedic]

Physical Prompts

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❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

    The last thing Ratchet could remember was a shockwave hurling him, the vibrations of which shook through his entire frame and gave him painfully ringing audials. 

    He was not sure how long a temporary reboot had taken, but as his senses began to return, and his processor cleared, he became aware that he was moving. Well, he himself wasn’t, someone was moving, or transporting, him. 

    Optics onlined, half focused and attempting to analyze the individual holding him. Recognition followed, and despite knowing who was carrying him, he did not want to be hauled around unnecessarily. It felt awkward, due to his own bulkiness, and no one should have been using energy on him when it could be dedicated elsewhere. 

    Ratchet ran a swift self-diagnostic, then grumbled, “I can walk, Ironflame.” Momentary static laced his voice, but it had cleared by the time he spoke the other’s designation.

[autobotmedic]

Ironflame:

"I mean this in a friendly way, not... I'm not looking to date you.'

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Meme

Ratchet is appreciative of the clarification, because if Ironflame had intended to try, it would have been quite difficult to find reasons for him to be opposed to it when this sheet was almost entirely filled.

"I am not looking to court based upon this either, but it would appear there is stronger a foundation for a platonic bond than I realized. I... am willing to try to explore that with you, if you wish."