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Post by Jazz on Jul 11, 2012 2:40:16 GMT -5
Jazz chuckled at that. "Sure. Oh, there's the Arby's up ahead on the left." he replied, alerting her to the restaurant she sought. "Yeah, I'll fly with ya. I don't know how far my holoform can go from me, but I'm willing to try just to fly with you." he assured her as the much needed food source was coming up.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jul 11, 2012 2:52:58 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, that makes sense...guess we'll find out, most of my maneuvers I can do around the airport, but its always better to go check out new places from the air and stuff. If anything just for the sake of Parkour." Cira replied, turning not a moment too soon as she saw the Arby's. "Yaaay food."
Cira hurriedly got out of Jazz's alternate mode like not even the walls could hold her back from her food, and then moved right into the line, which was relatively small. She ordered two roast beef sandwiches with a large drink and curly fries, hoping it would hold her appetite for starters. Maybe she'd get a milkshake after she finished all that, but for now, she was content with a soda. Cira loved her sodas, and one of those sounded amazing and refreshing right at the time.
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Post by Jazz on Jul 11, 2012 3:26:58 GMT -5
Jazz chuckled inwardly as she hastily parked and bolted for the restaurant door. {"Primus, let it be true..."} he murmured softly to himself. {"Please let my Spark bond with her... and please spare her from suffering my pain, my demons... Primus give me strength..."} His words were full of both hope and fear, not for himself, but for Cira. He could not bear the thought of her having to endure his nightmare. The thought of those horrific nightmares made his entire frame shudder momentarily. He settled low on his tires, hoping no one noticed the shudder as he waited for Cira to get and eat her food while he wrestled with his own inner demons, hoping she won't notice his stress.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jul 11, 2012 4:37:56 GMT -5
Cira ate to her heart's content. Sometimes she failed to remind herself to not eat too fast. She was probably going to have hiccups now later as a result. Regardless, she was engrossed in her food and thoughts, thinking about the recent turn of events. Was she really ready to try bonding with someone that wasn't even human? Yet everything about the situation told her yes, even if going with her emotion and instincts wasn't always a good thing. She and Jazz connected so well, how could she NOT think that? And further more, she trusted the Autobots. Ultimately, there was little to worry about, wasn't there?
She knew Jazz was a little unstable after his revival, and she just wanted to take things carefully, just to make sure Jazz didn't accidentally physically or emotionally hurt himself - she would feel guilty if something went wrong with the bond or some other conflict came up and he got hurt trying to protect her, etc...
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Post by Jazz on Jul 11, 2012 4:58:49 GMT -5
Jazz waited quietly, his thoughts gradually turning inward as she ate. As he sat there, he began to drift slightly, then jarred himself awake suddenly as the nightmare began clawing at his consciousness. Venting a bit harder than normal, he suddenly realized that fatigue was starting to catch up to him and he had nothing on him to fight it off. His thoughts went back to the base and his quarters, or more specifically what was in there, something he needed, or at least he thought he needed it. He didn't want to go back now, but as his 'medicine' was quickly wearing off and leaving him on the verge of slipping into recharge, he didn't have much choice in the matter. Inwardly he glanced over at KI3T, who had followed them to the restaurant, debating what to do. He didn't want to leave Cira, but if he didn't leave now, he would not make it back to base under his own power. "Slag..." he muttered irritably. <"KI3T, please tell Cira... tell her I'm sorry... I just... I can't stay... I'm sorry... take care of her, keep her safe... please?"> he asked the AI, then quickly backed out and started for the parking lot entrance, hoping she would understand. <"Tell her I love her with all my Spark..."> he added as he started away from the black Mustang.
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Post by KI3T on Jul 13, 2012 2:53:28 GMT -5
KITT hesitated slightly when he responded. <"I hope everything is all right,"> KITT was surprised Jazz was leaving randomly like this, it seemed like the had more on their agenda left, and he knew Cira would be surprised to see Jazz pulling away from the parking lot. <"I will tell her immediately."> he promptly sent her a text, sending Jazz's apologies.
Of course he didn't know of Jazz's problems and neither did Cira, but both understood if he had to leave for some reason. Maybe he got called by someone, who knew for sure. Neither were going to dwell on it too much for now.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jul 13, 2012 2:57:39 GMT -5
Sipping on her soda and munching away at fries, Cira was surprised to see Jazz's silver form move away from the parking lot. Her phone buzzed not long after she looked up. She frowned at KITT's message slightly, unable to hide the confusion from her face, but then tried to clear it away as she let the soda refresh her. She tucked the phone away and waved at Jazz before returning to her meal. KITT had told her he sounded slightly distressed, and though she too was concerned,but she knew she wasn't going to approach him about it, as she felt had no right to pry him at this time. Though they had become close, she felt like she should wait and see if he chose to talk sometime later on...
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Post by Jazz on Jul 21, 2012 17:31:06 GMT -5
Jazz sped for the base as fast as the traffic would let him. He really didn't want to go back to base now, but what choice did he have? He couldn't just stay there with his systems on the verge of shut down, he had been up for 4 days straight as it was and his internals were screaming at him to rest. Yet he knew that if he did, if he shut down for recharge, the nightmares would get him, Megatron would get him. The very thought of that made him shudder as he drove. He needed his 'medicine' and he needed it now. All he could hope for was that Ratchet or Red Alert wouldn't catch him coming back through the North entrance. He really did not need that added stress right now... "Please forgive me, Cira..." he murmured softly as he sped for the base, hoping she wasn't mad at him for bailing on her all of a sudden like that.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jul 31, 2012 2:17:47 GMT -5
When Cira was done, she was still thinking about Jazz's sudden departure when she returned to KITT. They said little on their way back, though KITT was keeping track of Jazz's rate of speed. "I am worried for him, Cira." KITT said when they started rolling. Cira's fingers tapped on the side of KITT's door as she rested her arm against the window. "Yeah, me too...I don't think we should push him fer explanations though. If there's anything to be said, it'll happen when he's ready to explain."
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Post by Jazz on Jul 31, 2012 6:57:10 GMT -5
Jazz quickly went through the North gate of the base and straight for the Autobot hangars there, heading for his underground quarters. He spotted Ironhide doing his rounds, but he was on the other side of the tarmac and Jazz could only hope the burly Weapons Specialist didn't see him as he sped for the hangar entrance that housed most of the Autobots. He had no idea where Ratchet was and could only hope the CMO was hiding in his med bay as usual. That left Red Alert, whom Jazz was certain had seen him leave and then return. He monitored base security and always knew where every Autobot and human was on base and frequently knew where they were off base as well. All the small silver Autobot could hope for was that the others would leave him be knowing he was safely back at base.
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Ratchet
Laser Fodder
Chef Medical officer
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 29, 2012 0:38:47 GMT -5
Ratchet hadn't even noticed that Jazz was gone. He was buried in paperwork and later in the day while Jazz and Cira was out, he was busy interacting with many of the semi-recently transferred medics among the humans. He liked that crowd, and it was one way he could socialize, especially with the humans here. However, this didn't exclude the fact that he was also worried about Jazz. He wasn't going to bring it up yet though, he wanted to empower the mech with a sense of responsibility - he had a right to his freedoms after finally being back online.
And it would keep Jazz from eventually discovering the existence and truth about one of his 'creations'...
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Post by Red Alert on May 10, 2013 16:26:48 GMT -5
Red Alert had not been near as oblivious as Ratchet in regards to Jazz's return to base, watching him through the security cameras positioned nearly everywhere. He was certainly relieved that Jazz had made it back safely to the base, but he was also concerned. Jazz had been continuously acting strange since he'd been brought back, and it worried the security bot. He hoped that Jazz found his way through whatever was troubling him, and if he was having trouble, that he turned to his friends.
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