maskormenace | NINTH TRANSMISSION

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NINTH TRANSMISSION - VOICE;

Ironfist has been Ported out.

[ He'd given it a while, to make sure that it wasn't simply the temporary disappearances, but the Wrecker has not been seen for past the usual stint of Porter mischief. ]

I know he was working on tech projects for several people... my engineering background isn't nearly as extensive as his, but I'm willing to take a look at any incomplete designs and finish them if possible, on his behalf.

[ Evidently Ironfist made more of an impact on the medic while he was here than he might have realized. For a moment it seems as though Knock Out might add something, but decides not to, and ends the message. ]

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Ughhhh, that sucks. I feel bad! He totally died back home!

[riptide vents heavy huff.]

You okay? I know he kept you company a lot...

It's not the first time someone I know has Ported out, Riptide.

[ Because Riptide had rudely left for about a year. And Knock Out was fine. He didn't find it lonely at all. Not one bit....... ]

[he sighs, draining his cube then squinting into it to make sure he got it all...

then pitches it at knock out's head.]

Get straight answer-y or...! I don't know! I'll do something! Else!

[ Knock Out is definitely not expecting the cube to bonk off the back of his head. If Riptide wanted a reaction different from placidity, he gets it now. ]

What was that for?!

[having hung up after tossing the cube, riptide gets up to get another one. presumably to throw the empty casing at knock out again.]

You keep avoiding stuff! It's annoying! [he drains the cube, then, predictably, pitches it again.] AVOID THIS!!

[ This one Knock Out's ready for, and the thrown cube is backhanded away midair to smash against the wall. ]

Stop.

You stop! Do you really think doing this is helping how you feel at all?!

[ a snarl; easier to lash out, easier to redirect ]

What would you know about it?! They practically designed the MTOs with an empathy deficiency so you'd be more useful!

[a flicker of offense and hurt crosses his expression, but it's gone in an instant.]

Then I guess you've really fragged this up if even I can see it.

[ There's a very real jolt of fear in response to that, before Riptide will practically see the walls going up, the mask of cool disdain sliding into place. ]

A situation easily remedied.

Wh-- THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, YOU IDIOT!! I KNOW IT'S THERE NOW!!!

[ Knock Out barely reacts to the loud exclamation, moving to brush past Riptide. ]

I have projects at the hangar to work on. I wouldn't wait up.

No!

[riptide grabs knock out's arm, hard enough he's clearly not caring about leaving any scuffs.]

You need to get yourself together and do something about this.

[ Knock Out twists in the grip with a hiss, and the needle-like digits of his opposite hand jab right up into the seam of sensitive cabling between two of Riptide's armor plates. It's not a spot most opponents could reach, or might even know about, but Knock Out is both a medic and a very dirty fighter. ]

It's my business and I am handling it! I don't need your help, or anyone else's!

[he yelps a little at the pain, but fights through it and keeps a hard hold on knock out, gripping harder even.]

You absolute liar! You're lying to yourself so much you can't even-- are you gonna keep this up until it kills you, then?!

[ Knock Out winces as Riptide's grip starts to crumple the outermost layer of plating; his frame's just not built to withstand a vice-like grip like that. ]

And what would that matter!? What's the point, Riptide?! This whole thing's so fragged up it's hardly even worth winning anymore!

Is that really what you want? To just-- give up?! What the hell was the point of even trying in the first place?

[he lets go, finally, dropping his hand.]

...You'll just come back here, anyway.

Because it wasn't supposed to be just me!

[ The answer fairly explodes out of the smaller mech, but once that passes and Riptide has released him, Knock Out seems to deflate, long fingers curling around the indented plating. He'll have to fix that. Reshape and repaint and polish until it's like it never happened.

When he speaks again, his voice has gone dull and he doesn't look up at Riptide. ]

Yes, I'm aware... the nanites.

[he can't say the answer surprises him; that's pretty much what he'd expected. that's the answer just about everyone who's lost someone has, isn't it? this is just what most of their race is, now. bitter, miserable and alone.

riptide rubs where his nose would be for a moment, exhaling. he sympathizes, but he knows that's not what knock out wants. they're both struggling without the war for very different reasons.]

Don't just give up and die. If you do that then what was the point of anything?

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