#justificatusductus

[little-lennox]

@justificatusductus || continued from here

"Prowl!" She was grinning happily, and also huffing and puffing as she began to try and climb up his leg. Excitement raced through her body, mind already running rampant with all the questions she could ask him, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in what feels like forever!"

She paused then, clinging to his leg like a koala as she tilted her head back to look up at him. Her neck ached in protest, but she was much more worried about him than she was about herself, "Wait, why is Ratchet looking for you? Did you get hurt?"

[doctor-pharma]

19. “It's nothing, really.”

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"I have heard that same lie from mechs less obviously ill than yourself." he said disapprovingly. "I didn't believe it then and I don't believe it now."

It truly was remarkable sometimes how many bots would try to play off injuries or sicknesses as 'nothing'. Pharma had never understood why anyone would do that. What did they hope to gain from denying that they were unwell?

"Shouldn't our second in command be more responsible than this? You are setting a terrible example." His wings stood perked up in slight agitation as he scolded Prowl. SIC or not, when it came to matters of health medics were the highest authority.

[a-life-revised]

"Its rude to just stare."

"Then maybe you shouldn't flap your doorwings so much."

He doesn't know what sort of message Prowl is beating out, but it's.. urgent and furious. Megatron is moderately hypnotized.

"Although I do want to know what's gotten you so worked up."

[faultfindingfirebot]

Please also have one 'super serious all the time' Prowl simply just lean against the firetruck and sigh contently. Heatwave is warmer than prowl at all times!

Heatwave closed his optics, happy to serve as a heating pad while it’s quiet.

“At least it’s stopped snowing for the moment.”

[xxdoctor-djdxx]

Of all the mechs he had expected to find him injured and cornered, Pharma was both a blessing and a curse as well as unexpected.

There was a steady sound of dripping in the alley.

Plip plip plip.

It was coming from Prowl, adding to the ever growing puddle at his feet.

"Hello Pharma..."

"Prowl..." Pharma spoke as he knelt down to Prowl's level. "What kind of scrap did our second in command get himself into this time?" The medical officer questioned while he assessed the extent of Prowl's injures.

[followingprotocol]

He's currently standing at the bay doors, covered in mud. Help him.

“Oh dear.”

Chase came forward and took Prowl’s servo, gently tugging him toward the washracks.

“Come on, I’ve got a scrubber, a detailing kit, and some new solvents with your name on them.”

[combiner-talk]

5. “I can't be sick, I feel fine.”

"Mhmm," First Aid said, looking over what the diagnostic scan had managed to pick up. "Usually that's how it starts. But it's better to take care of the problem before it gets worse. If you believe this might be a false positive, I can always run the scan again."

[metallightningbug]

"why are you always so hungry?" It's prowl. He does not like being nibbled.

The question seemed so odd and stupid, it managed to pull the Insecticon from his thoughts of how he might escape. Since he had scratched up the paint on the last Autobot posted to keep an optic on him, they had switched to having his hands cuffed behind his back, further limiting his mobility.

"What kind of a question is that (that)?!" Shrapnel asked back, sounding pretty incredulous. "Don't you get hungry (hungry)?"

Speaking of which... he was definetly going to try taking a bite out of this guy if the Autobot were foolish enough to get too close to him.

[gemiinus]

"Can I help you? Either of you?" He's pissed. And rightfully so. A processor ache paired with an external assist with a law enforcement issue means not only is he just irritated, but now he's got ice sticking inside his wheel housings and dirt caking his doors. Oh, and he's cold.

"Mm no I think we're good, Prowl."

Sunstreaker is actually grinning as Sideswipe speaks, leaning against his brother. And when he's done, the yellow twin tips his head towards the red, lifting his shoulder in a shrug.

"Why? Did something happen?"

[helicrazy]

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“You just got lucky I was completely out of it and had no idea what was happening.” He vents out. Rotors twitch in slight annoyance knowing he may never hear the end of this. 

The Combaticon veers down at the cuffs, then snerks as claws pick at the keyhole for the hundredth time. “Ah well, other officers brought me here and made sure I didn’t leave or hurt the staff.” The cuffs unlock and he scoots himself to sit at the edge of the hospital bed. “And Blast Off is none of your concern. Unless you’re after him for something in which case: Frag you.” 

[little-lennox]

"Annie." He's in the middle of being maintenanced. What on earth is she doing? And ratchet isn't stopping her? He's going to frown at her sitting on his person. She wasn't at risk considering the medic was giving his joints a cleanup to prevent buildup. But he wasn't allowed to move.

"Something wrong?"

She lifts her head when he calls her name, looking away from the magnetic game of tic-tac-toe she had been playing on his chest.

“Hey, you’re awake! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake for a while, and I got bored, so Ratchet said it was okay if I played a game or two while I waited. He’s X’s, I’m O’s, and he’s currently winning by 3 points, but I’m pretty sure he’s cheating somehow..”

[mastermegatron]

"I'm not a pet, I'm a tactical officer"

"I didn't call you anything of the sort. But let me guess, your ego is feeling a way."

[virtute-praeditum]

@justificatusductus​

EVADE: for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer.

    “You know that I respect your expertise in pursuits and tactical matters, Prowl,” Optimus spoke, keeping his tone just above a whisper in an effort to be stealthy (despite how difficult that was, when one happened to be a brightly hued alien semi truck).

    “But I have my doubts this will be an effective hiding place, considering I occupy half the alley.” He was trying to be small, he really was, although he was entirely unsuccessful.

[faultfindingfirebot]

"You smell nice"

Lifting his arm off his optics and shifting his legs over so Prowl could sit if he wanted, Heatwave smiled.

“Thanks, that new wash cleanser is really something isn’t it?”

[twowheelerarcee]

❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m Prowl.  ❜

"Fairly certain I've seen you around before." She smiled. "Name's Arcee."

[drsmokescreen]

justificatusductus

Ah slag. This was really bad.

He's already in Ratchets ear, practically yelling for him to get there. At hearing the medics affirmation, he is pulling whatever supplied he can find out of his subspace to help.

"Smokescreen, it's Prowl, you're really banged up. Ratchet is on his way. I don't know how well you can hear me, but I'm going to try to keep you from bleeding dry before he gets here."

All he has is a few temp clamps for major line damage. It would simply have to do.

Prowl.  Smokescreen knows that name.  Prowl!  Prowl.  No response.  Prowl, he tries louder and still nothing.

‘p-poowwl.��  A long pause after the whisper of his name.  ‘chest...’ Smokescreen wheezed out, referring to his completely crushed front end putting immense pressure on his organs and spark.  Smokescreen is still mostly in alt mode.  He seems to have panicked-transformed but only enough to get his tyres off the ground and skid on his undercarraige ere coming to a rest.  The partially open slide panels allow for the bleeding fluids to flow more freely onto the ground.

‘Prowl...hurts.’  Absolutely everything hurts, now that Smokescreen’s mind has something real to latch onto and can sort the chaos in his head from that vantage point.