| Not Quite Ready | |
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| Date of Scene: | 14 August 2017 |
| Location: | Decagon - Atrium |
| Synopsis: | Swivel complains to Rung about Blurr, but the conversation returns to her time as a prisoner. |
| Cast of Characters: | Rung, Swivel |
- Swivel has posed:
As tempting as it would have been to storm into Rung's office shortly after an argument she had with Blurr, she managed to show the appropriate restraint and wait for her appointment time. When Swivel enters Rung's office, her body language showed very obvious and unbridled agitation.
- Rung has posed:
Well, perhaps it was a good thing the young femme was seeing him. If she walked into his office like that, who knows just how she's been acting in her own room. It's a wonder she is able to recharge at all! Despite his thoughts he smiled and stood, waiting for Swivel to take a seat before sitting down once more. A tray of sweets had already been laid out, and it seemed that a few were missing, if the gaps in the placing were any indication.
"Good afternoon, Swivel, I can see that things are not entirely well as I had hoped. Would you like to talk about what has you irritated, or would you like to speak on a different subject?" The small smile, ever constant on his features, twitched, showing his concern for her.
- Swivel has posed:
With an aggravated groan, Swivel just plops right into the chair across from Rung. She lets out a long venting sigh and covers her face for a moment, before letting her hands falls to her lap. Swivel remains quiet for a moment before she looks up. "Wot's got me irritated? It's Blurr. Blurr's got me irritated. But yanno, I try really REALLY 'ard NOT ta let 'im irritate me. I mean, we're friends. I think. Sometoims I dunno WHY... that's jus' the way things are... but 'e is such a... a... ARG!"
- Rung has posed:
Rung barely surpressed his laugh. Ah. Friends. Yes, he's witnessed many of such in his life. Friendships were not his strongsuit sadly, but that never stopped him from trying to help mend broken ones. Thankfully it seemed that Blurr was just annoying Swivel...Or perhaps hopefully should replace 'thankfully'.
"I see...Well, I know that almost all, if not all, friendships are not without struggles. It's a part of being friends. You each have different views and ideas, each of which make for interesting conversations!" He paused. "Do you mind telling me what exactly he's done to irritate you though? I can't necessarily help you with jumbled words and sounds to go by."
- Swivel has posed:
Rung gets a few more jumbled noises out of Swivel as she works through some of her agitated energy, finally finding some words. Then she sighs. "Ah... it's... complicated." Isn't it always. Swivel reaches forward, grabbing a goodie that was laid out. She holds it out in front of her, pausing. "I mean, you probably 'ear that a lot. But... I mean, I know in 'is own way 'e was tryna be encouragin' 'n all... but 'e 'as this 'I know best' attitude. I... this isn't tellin' you anything. Sorry." Swivel pops the goodie in her mouth while the organises her thoughts.
It's a moment before Swivel speaks again. "I just got an assignment that... that isn't somethin' I wanna do. And don't think I can do. And I went to my room ta try and jus' figure out wot t'do and there's Blurr, jus' sittin' at my desk and smiles and impish and .... well I jus' wun really in the mindset, I guess, fer dealin' with 'im. But I tried ta make small talk anyway. But of course I'm really easy to read when I'm upset so of course 'e asks wot's wrong. Stupid thing was tellin' 'im! But I din' feel loik 'earin' 'im whine about 'ow I dun trust 'im because I dun always wanna confoid in 'im!"
- Rung has posed:
The assigment? Rung frowned. What assignment? What hadn't he been asked about sending her out on one, especially if it were to cause any sort of distress. Yes, she may be on active duty, but Rung could, at any moment, take her off if anything were to possibly harm her mental health. He'd done so before, and by Primus he would do it again until those above him realized that just because they were in war didn't mean mental health wasn't as important as physical. He realized he had been frowning and glaring at the corner of his desk with a start, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat in an attempt to bring his mind to the present.
"You wished to go back to your room and to mull over your assigment in peace, but Blurr was there, interrupting said peace, yes? And when he gets you to talk about what's wrong, he starts...Oh. /OH/. He is one of the ones who told you to 'move on' wasn't he?" The fact that Swivle had stated that Blurr has a 'I know best' attitude and the fact that she said that telling him of her assigment was stupid allowed him to connect the dots. Blurr must be acting like he knew more than Swivel. Primus, these younglings had no place in such a war.
- Swivel has posed:
With an odd tilt of her head, Swivel peered at Rung. he may be the psychologist, but his glaring at the corner of the desk did not go unnoticed, even as she spewed out her woes. But... it's not her job to analyse him. It's his job to analyse her, so she keeps her questions and observations to herself.
"Yeah. Blurr's one of 'em. Mostly Blurr. And... 'e makes a valid point. I finally got mad at 'im for not being nicer to me. Moight 'ave used another word. But the end was the same. Pretty much reminding me that 'e's as nice as I'm gunna get in a war torn world full of very bad people." Swivel snorts. "Which is a load of scrap. There are good people, war or not war."
- Rung has posed:
Rung says, "Hm..." Rung nodded, pulling out a seperate datapad. Blurr. It seemed that he was going to be taking on everyone as a patient. At least his days would be filled with being useful. "You are correct, there are good bots in and out of war, just as there are bad bots. Blurr is wrong in saying that he's the nicest you'll get. I know for one, or rather, I hope that I'm nicer than that. But...I have a question. This assigment...what is it? Why was it that that caused such a...disagreement between the two of you?" He leans forward, brows drawn together, worry and curiosity mixing together."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel frowns at bringing up the assignment. She crosses her arms over her chest, looking off to the side for a moment in very strong 'I don't wanna talk about it' body language. "I was recently put in... some advanced classes, we'll call them. I'm a cadet, but... this assignment really feels loik it otter be given to a trained professional. Which I 'ent. Blurr insists I woona be given something more 'en I coo do, 'n not wi'out some backup. But..." Swivel sighs again. "They want me to get some information out of someone." Strangely, the femme's last sentence sounds remarkably well annunciated compared to her previous yammering. "The problem... is that... it all comes back to my toim as a prisoner. Not bein' killed breaks a pattern, so obviously, I musta done somethin' out of the ordinary. My thinkin' is someone wants to see jus' 'ow far I can go with this... supposed talent. But it's no talent or trick or..." Swivel shakes her head. "I'm suppose to get information out of Blast Off. Which considerind that's 'oo captured me, is just... wrong."
- Rung has posed:
"They want you to talk to Blast Off?" Rung didn't know what to feel. On the one servo, doing so was a wonderful exercise to help her move past what happened. But on the other, it could and most likely would set her back. It was something that Rung felt he should bring up. And he did.
"Tell me...what do you truly think of this assigment? What is it that has you feeling like it should be given to someone you think is better trained?"
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel's lips are pressed together as she thinks carefully about Rung's question. The knitting of her optic ridges together show a fair amount of stress, and her optics seem to lose focus as she tosses around her own swirling thoughts. "I dun wanna.... I just can't do it. Blast Off is... it's complicated. I mean, yeah 'e was my captor... but long b'fore I became an Autobot 'e used ta be a mentor of moin of sorts." Swivel leans forward, tentatively placing her hands on Rung's desk. "That moight not be on my foil. Whoil I dinna 'oid it exactly - I mean did not 'ide it.... well it's... a mess. But I know 'e is very wary and not about to be tricked inner tellin' me anythin' useful. Blast Off is erringly loyal. And smarter than anyone gives 'im credit for." Swivel leans back again. "And now I'm soundin' loik I'm defendin' my captor, which I admit, is gettin' into some really weird territory but I'm sure you 'ear weird things loik that all the toim. Captor bondin' and wotnot. REad about that onces. Sorta."
- Rung has posed:
"Mentor or sorts." Rung nodded. "I see. And since it is not in your file...I'm guessing they either do not know about that fact, or are wanting to see how you react around him." A frown tugged at his lips. This wasn't right. War wasn't right, but forcing a bot who held this mech in a high regard to interrogate him was wrong. It wasn't...it was abusing. And he would not stand for it. Not in the least.
"You two were friends, weren't you? Or at least close enough for there to be emotions between the two of you. I've seen plenty of that during this war. Friends seperated by views, forced to gun the other down. It's...traumatizing. And you shouldn't have to go through that."
"Before we can go any further Swivel...I need you to tell me about what happened while you were in his hold. Because from what I've read, things happened, but from what you're telling me, and from what I'm gathering..." He sighs and leans back. "Please tell me. Please, I want to help, but I can only do so much with what little information I have."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel sighs. "Look.... yeah.... Blast Off was a friend. And ya'd think... why become the big bad enemy of a friend. But everything is a mess and I'm doin' my best ta make do, and somer my choices are..." Swivel sighs again. She grabs another one of the goodies and chows down on it, using it as an excuse to stop talking and gather her thoughts.
"If yer wonderin' about the injuries I came back with, that was from Vortex, not Blast Off. But I'm not ready to talk about it roight now. Maybe next toim. I'm jus'... really roiled up and I jus' kinna... I'm not ready. I also think roight now I jus' wanna be alone, so I'm endin' this session early." %r %r Swivel doesn't give Rung much of a chance to stop here as she hops to her feet and leaves the office with haste.