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Spite & Dine
It had taken him a bit to find a good dining place, one that had a rooftop view, but had an indoor option. he didn't exactly need his frame to start whistling because the wind blew too hard. When he found a good place, a fancy restaurant with a 360 view of the city below them, he made the reservation and sent it to the medic.
Normally he tried to avoid all medics, no matter what specified field they went into, but he could make an exception for Trepan.
After a solid wash with solvent, wax, and polish (and a small box of magnesium and mercury sweets) he was ready. Ghost had decided to wear some of the makeup Overlord had... gifted him, using it to highlight some parts of his frame. If he was going somewhere fancy with a pretty mech he needed to at least look the part.
And, in case the place didn't serve anything vintage, he had found some old Vosian high-grade (though he hadn't been able to find one that had mercury). So, with his frame now all shiny and done up, perfect for a fancy night out. He hoped he remembered enough of the manners he needed to not stick out like a sore thumb any more than he already would.
Ghostspire stepped into the main lobby of the restaurant, slowly scanning around for his companion for the night.
@mnemoiisms
#mnenoiisms#date night fueled by spite#lemme know if this is good and if you need me to change anything!
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"Well, Trepan, I will be sure to keep all this in mind for making reservations. I'll send you a com with the location when I find a good one." He would be sure to treat the mech to a good time.
@ghostlyvisage asked: Is there anything else I should know about you, Doctor? Preferred place to dine? Any special treats or wax's I should bring?
A preferred name perhaps?
"I am quite partial to rooftop establishments, if you are picking locations, as I enjoy the view given my lack of alt mode. As for treats ... I like thermite, mercury and magnesium. Surprise me"
"As for a name, you can just call me Trepan"
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Well providing the chips haven’t hit the floor, any that land on his desk or he can catch, he’s certainly gonna eat. When has he fuelled last?
For just 2 cents a day you can feed these pointy little surgeons
1-800-TREPAN
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It had started easily enough, one or two mechs disappearing and reappearing on another level. A meal or two disappearing, a mech or two he was following to keep safe. Curious about them, wondering what was going on, what happened.
Then he found out about Sentinels little... pet. He had thought all the Menosurgens had died, but if they hadn't... He might be able to get something, find something out. He just had to be careful, menosurgens were tricky little bugs. Hard to catch, harder to keep, next to impossible to make a good deal with without having your helm messed with.
Which is how a brain module was resting on Trepans desk after one of his 'rounds' with Sentinel.
Sticking into it, the last memories were very... pointed.
'Oh, hold your fragging helm still.' Servos holding onto the mechs helm. Red visor, black mask, and frame mostly hidden by darkness and closeness. Unfamiliar and scared. 'Doctor! A pleasure to meet you, I'd give you my designation but then it would be to easy for you to find me. I though all of the Menosurgens had been killed in the bombing. Now, I have noticed that you've been having fun! Toying around with mechs for Sentinel, really, fascinating stuff! Though, I will apologize for killing your toys, they were just... to good to pass up! And a mech needs to eat~. I do hope this finds you in good health! And i look forward to eating more of your toys,' It ends with optics being gouged out and fuel lines right on the neck being torn out.
(( @mnemoiisms
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“‘Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you’. But is it not better to die in the arms of a loved one, than at the hands of an enemy?”
He's quiet for long, long moment. Not quiet looking at the medic as he crossed his arms over his chassis. Trying not to hold himself at the memories.
"...would you be prepared if you lived after? If they tried to kill you, and didn't succeed, you have to live with that." He takes a vent and shakes himself, a claw starting to pick at one of the holes on his arm. "Personally? Id rather die by the servos of a stranger, than have to look a loved on in the face as they kill me." Or listen to them whisper false apologies in your audial.
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Smash or Pass + ✨ Trepan ✨
Meme/open
"Mmm, I suppose smash." Hes giving a teasing little grin. "No medical play, but other things are open. I think I could make you scream."
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👑👑👑
Slam dunks this in here
I love your writing because you could make Ghosty this omnipotent creature of hell, spooking everyone left and right, predator of everyone on the dash.
Instead, you make him this tortured soul who has been dealt the shittiest hand in life, and he's just trying to survive it? He's scarred, he's scared, he's lost. And you can see with every interaction he's just trying to find his place in the world? He's trying to find people he trusts to be near again. He is trying to find people he trusts to open up to again. He's trying to find people that he can be vulnerable around.
A Trine doesn't have to be seekers. A Trine can be all shapes and sizes of friends along the way. Found Trine Family.
Meme/Open
THANK YOU!!!!
I wanted to find that balance between creepy undead thing and sad normal mech who just wants a family again-!
Im glad i found that happy middle!!!
UR WRITING IS GREAT TO!!!
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𝔗𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔫,
ℑ 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨. 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢. ℑ 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔞 𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔵 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢. 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔵 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡. ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪, 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯.
ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡, 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 ��𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨. 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨. 𝔐𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔰.
ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰.
-𝔊𝔖
Left on his desk (with permission from the staff) is a bottle of Iconian aged wine, and a decent sized box of variety treats, from gels to hard candies.
Trepan,
I found some more aged wine, and thought you would enjoy some after work. Unfortunately I don't have your home address otherwise I would have sent it there. I also found some more candies, a variety box this time. Some of them have thermite in them, and it was the only box they had. I do hope you enjoy them, Dear Doctor.
I did, also get in contact with your office about an appointment, and look forward to seeing your mechs work. From what I browsed they seemed to do some very good work. My only issue will be finding the right shades of black, since my gold is inlays.
I do look forward to contacting you again, Dear Doctor, and I do hope you enjoy the treats.
-GS
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Would you kindly massage my neck and shoulders? I think I was hunched for too long at my desk
"Perhaps you should try a different posture when sitting at your desk." But sharpened talons retract back to blunt claws as he gently starts massaging.
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Sure, he's not the ideal partner, but at least he ticks a majority of boxes.
"So does this mean you'd be willing to teach me how cerebrialsurgery works? I can bring some more vintage wine and lead truffles and we can make it a date~"
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He's leaning over the doctor, taking a sniff. Four scoops of obsidian, one of citrine, and a half scoop of sugar. It made a bitter tea with a hint of citrus and sweetness. A tea he and his mentor/creator shared during quiet, cold days in the tower.
"Well, if your going to make it make enough for me to. It's my recipe."
@ghostlyvisage
"What are you making?"
Oop! Busted!
"... Nothing"
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"I can sleep in most positions." He chuckled, looking at the digit before sticking out a forked glossa and licking it.
"Ah yes, you and your drying heram, what a terrifying thought." Ghost gave a soft laugh, carefully dapping while golden optics squinting slightly and making sure the spots he was working on were perfectly dry.
"What? Do flight frames not purr where your from?" He teased slightly, snorting a laugh as he pulled the cloth back. For him it was... natural, even if the tone and pitch was off these days. Engine not quiet working well enough to create the true sound of it, but he could mimic it well enough. Near perfectly unless you were another seeker or flier.
Or knew fliers very, very well.
The digit against his nose is going to get a lick from a forked glossa slipping out and wrapping teasingly around the digit before pulling back.
Helm tilting to watch Ghostspire collect a cloth, and kneel down to his level, and Trepan is giving a little sip of wine as he just sort of ... leans into letting someone help him with this. Someone who doesn't avert their gave from the grotesque clump of wires and smelt that made up his chassis under his so pristine armour, someone who with their own disfiguring, seemed to know just how so when it came to gently dabbing or wiping oil off the wounded area.
"Don't tell me you are one of those weirdos who can just sleep standing up" He teases, knowing it is probably far less tame as to how or why Ghostspire was no stranger to 'standing for a few hours', but perhaps it is energon that is making him a little snarky.
"That is so very true. I am chronically under-indulged of late. Perhaps I should start a harem of drier wielding mecha to just ensure that I am toasty all cycle? I have a few names of candidates"
But, Ghosty is going to get a digit pressed against his nose to gently push him back slightly, if only so he can twist to regard them with a little grin. "Ghostspire ... Did you just purr?"
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"It's good you have someone to take care of you." He tops off his glass like a true gentlemech, even bowing slightly before putting the bottle away.
Ghost grabs another cloth and kneels, carefully starting to run it over his plating. Claws helping it dip into seems as he purred low in his chassis.
"I've stood and been in uncomfortable positions for longer than a few hours." Stayed in the same spot for three solar cycles once, just for a target. Only to shoot them and tear them limb from limb in a rage fueled fit of anger.
"Besides, if its making sure such a lovely companion is comfortable, why wouldn't I indulge him?" His touch was gently and light, carefully wiping off excess oil. And gently nuzzling him with a loud purr.
"My assistant, Lymph, usually locks me out of my console after a while and all but drags me to the staff exit to ensure I go get something 'proper'. Apparently several two for one deals on rust sticks did not qualify as a meal" Trepan hums in amusement, low key glad for his little motorbike. Sure, she was utterly infuriating at the time and his threats of being fired fell on mute audials, but, she cared? She liked the job, she liked the organisation, and if he keels over? Well, she's job hunting again. Course she is going to secure her spot in keeping her boss alive and as 'well' as someone like him could get.
"Please" He's holding his glass up and out at the offer of a top up, content to just enjoy what warmth the oil had up to his knees, and tucking his chamois tight around his shoulders to nurse his wine.
Unless you'd like help drying off.
"You should be careful what you offer, Ghostspire. You might need armour replacements, as I would just get you to stand there with a blow drier for hours. And consider it 'helping'" Guess you aren't the only one who can be cheeky. But, it isn't a no.
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He gave a warm laugh, helm dipping down and raising his servos. "Ah, you caught me! It would be my easiest job yet~" He shifting, settling back into the oil to better get to the delict plating. Using his claws and the dry towelette, he carefully made sure that any liquid was dabbed up.
Claws carefully dipped into the seems and gaps of armor and wires. He was carefull, making sure to get everything nice and dry before finally pulling back.
"There, Dear Doctor, nice and dry. Would you like help with your armor?" He purred, setting it to the side and tapping claws on the tiles.
He gave a low, rumbling laugh as he settles more comfortably, Folding in on himself almost, one leg tucked under him, the other bent as he leaned forward and churred again.
"Well, let me know if you do." He laughed, a claw gently tapping his chest with the towel before leaning back and humming. "Not many, admittedly. I knew... three, before the war? But didn't interact closely with them in any way, really. At most brief conversations."
Helm tilting to the side, purring again, lower and more growly this time. Not quiet like a normal engine or mech, but close enough.
"Think your dry enough to get put back together, dear doctor?"
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He gave a low, rumbling laugh as he settles more comfortably, Folding in on himself almost, one leg tucked under him, the other bent as he leaned forward and churred again.
"Well, let me know if you do." He laughed, a claw gently tapping his chest with the towel before leaning back and humming. "Not many, admittedly. I knew... three, before the war? But didn't interact closely with them in any way, really. At most brief conversations."
Helm tilting to the side, purring again, lower and more growly this time. Not quiet like a normal engine or mech, but close enough.
"Think your dry enough to get put back together, dear doctor?"
"I can sleep in most positions." He chuckled, looking at the digit before sticking out a forked glossa and licking it.
"Ah yes, you and your drying heram, what a terrifying thought." Ghost gave a soft laugh, carefully dapping while golden optics squinting slightly and making sure the spots he was working on were perfectly dry.
"What? Do flight frames not purr where your from?" He teased slightly, snorting a laugh as he pulled the cloth back. For him it was... natural, even if the tone and pitch was off these days. Engine not quiet working well enough to create the true sound of it, but he could mimic it well enough. Near perfectly unless you were another seeker or flier.
Or knew fliers very, very well.
The digit against his nose is going to get a lick from a forked glossa slipping out and wrapping teasingly around the digit before pulling back.
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"Well then I shall endeavor to bring something suitable. And to make you pause long enough to eat it." Stretching slightly and letting his armor settle before grabbing a little more wine.
"More wine, dear doctor?" He offered the bottle, helm tilting to the side in question. So far it had been a lovely evening, and the little soak had felt wonderful on aching joints.
The room was pleasantly warm, nice to simply sit in as Ghost came back over. Settling next to the mech and rumbling softly.
"Unless you'd like help drying off." With a cheeky little grin on his face, showing off his sharpened fangs.
He hummed, watching the little mech and his candlelight spark. Tilting his helm as he listened, little 'stars' on his plating getting slightly brighter as he got comfortable. Flickering and pulsing softly, twinkling like real stars on his frame.
Taking a vent and heaving himself out with a soft groan, letting the oil cascade off of him like some sort of rainbow waterfall. Shaking himself slightly to get the extra bits stuck in his frame out.
"Then I'll keep the drinks to any further dates. I'm guessing more of those little burgers we had? and more of those lead filled truffles?" Settling on the side next to him, but giving the mech enough room to dry.
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