Ironhide (
show_my_cannons) wrote2011-08-29 11:37 am
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[He jerks awake. Immediately, his hand goes to his chest, to the back of his head, fingers scrambling over his human form.]
[Everything is whole. Everything intact. There's no rust, no gaping wounds from Sentinel's weapon. Even the scars remain. His body is breathing, it's moving. Its systems are functioning as well as can be expected. Even his hip and shoulder feel better.]
[That's not right.]
[He hadn't made it out of DC. He'd felt everything go dark, felt his systems crumble away while he tried to fight to stand up, to shoot, to act and not let the inevitable happen. They'd been betrayed -- he couldn't lie down and let it happen. He'd tried, he'd tried with every failing piece of his strength to stay online. But it hadn't been enough.]
[And now he's here. Alive.]
[It feels like he's been gone for years. And it was -- since the battle in Egypt, it had been three years... His eyes rest on the 'gear.]
[For a while, he just sits in silence, staring at it, while gradually realizing there are people here who may be concerned for him. His team... his friends... they're beyond his grasp now. That realization in particular feels like a physical blow, and he has to bow his head and breathe for a few minutes longer before he can pull himself back together. His allies. His leader. Everything he'd fought for, everything he'd tried so desperately to return to, was gone.]
[There is no more going back.]
[Finally... Ironhide picks up his 'gear, and taps out a brief, halting message.]
How long was I out?
Feels like...
[He leaves the text unfinished, dropping the 'gear in favor of silence and brooding.]
((ooc: Potential spoilers for Dark of the Moon abound in the post and possibly in the comments.))
[Everything is whole. Everything intact. There's no rust, no gaping wounds from Sentinel's weapon. Even the scars remain. His body is breathing, it's moving. Its systems are functioning as well as can be expected. Even his hip and shoulder feel better.]
[That's not right.]
[He hadn't made it out of DC. He'd felt everything go dark, felt his systems crumble away while he tried to fight to stand up, to shoot, to act and not let the inevitable happen. They'd been betrayed -- he couldn't lie down and let it happen. He'd tried, he'd tried with every failing piece of his strength to stay online. But it hadn't been enough.]
[And now he's here. Alive.]
[It feels like he's been gone for years. And it was -- since the battle in Egypt, it had been three years... His eyes rest on the 'gear.]
[For a while, he just sits in silence, staring at it, while gradually realizing there are people here who may be concerned for him. His team... his friends... they're beyond his grasp now. That realization in particular feels like a physical blow, and he has to bow his head and breathe for a few minutes longer before he can pull himself back together. His allies. His leader. Everything he'd fought for, everything he'd tried so desperately to return to, was gone.]
[There is no more going back.]
[Finally... Ironhide picks up his 'gear, and taps out a brief, halting message.]
How long was I out?
Feels like...
[He leaves the text unfinished, dropping the 'gear in favor of silence and brooding.]
((ooc: Potential spoilers for Dark of the Moon abound in the post and possibly in the comments.))
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[Plus, Ironhide's seen some of the monsters from her hometown... it's hard to blame anybody for getting violent when they think they're surrounded by a bunch of Closers.]
Against the police?
Well, I don't REMEMBER exactly... but according to everybody who saw the broadcast footage, I kind of totally kicked their asses.
apparently it was hilarious
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Then we really must teach you how to fight.
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I know how to fight
I'd just like to learn how to fight BETTER.
[With WEAPONS.]
[... The Jennies are gonna LOVE Ironhide after this. Heather's not exactly their favorite little foreigner.]
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I think the hilarity was supposed to come from the part where the cops had their asses beat by a five-foot-something blond chick who was foaming at the mouth and swearing at thin air.
But, a lot of my friends do have a weird sense of humor.
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Clearly.
[Imagine that statement being punctuated by a grunt.]
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... Foaming?
Y'know, like rabid animals?
wait
you do know what rabies is, right?
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Twitchy little human with the owls explained it.
Sort of.
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... Oh!
You've talked to Henry
[.... yeah, she's not surprised about that, actually.]
[Henry has regaled herself and Harry with tales of his Rabid Owl Adventures many a time.]
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You know him?
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Yeah, he's my friend.
[... And then, because why the hell not, Ironhide knows.]
he's from my world.
which should pretty much explain the twitchiness.
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Yeah. That... explains a lot.
Or everything.
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yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
[Poor Henry. He hadn't even had to go to Silent Hill, either.]
[Silent Hill had COME TO HIS HOUSE.]
first thing to learn about people who come from where I live is we all tend to have ISSUES.
[EVEN THE GOOD GUYS.]
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[No one ever tells Ironhide anything important like that.]
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Well, to be fair, it's not like we tell many people about it.
that stuff doesn't exactly make for lighthearted conversation material, y'know
Plus... some of it, you really gotta see to believe.
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Well
I dunno, Henry's shy
He was hiding in the woods when we found him
plus assuming you were acting like normal, you probably scared him
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I do not scare people.
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no offense
but you kinda do
[... He doesn't scare HEATHER (much), but.]
and Henry's sorta scared of EVERYTHING
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[He snorts -- not that it translates into text.]
I can tell.
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whaaaaaaat
I'm not afraid of ANYTHING
well no I'm afraid of some things, but you're not one of 'em.
[... Even if he had scared the living daylights out of her in that dream when he'd decided to shine his headlights down into the gift shop and start booming. If she'd been a cat, at least five of her lives would have skittered off in terror, JUST from that moment.]
[But she doesn't need to bring that up again.]
but the point is, we're kinda... paranoid? I guess?
Dad and I spent my whole life in hiding
We know things are safer here, but...
old habits die hard
y'know?
[Ironhide should feel good, though-- he IS one of the people Heather trusts.]
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[He won't press the issue. Granted, he does believe her, but even he knows better than to push the "fear" button too much.]
Yeah, guess you would be.
. . . 'in hiding'?
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[There's another lull before she answers. Not really out of hesitation as much as... trying to put things into words.]
When I was little, Dad rescued me from the cult
He had to make sure they wouldn't find us again
[... Needless to say, if Heather's dream-world and the appearance of old foes in Johto means anything, they did find them again.]
The whole time I was growing up, he always had to look over his shoulder
Just in case.
[Not that it had changed the outcome much in the end... Harry Mason, Public Enemy No. 1 in the eyes of the cult, had run out of tricks and escape routes eventually.]
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[... Would have.]
[Except, he's not dead here. He's still alive, for now.]
[After a long silence, he fiddles with the 'gear, until he gets it set just so. His voice is rough, hoarse.]
I will protect you.
[It isn't that he doubts her ability. It isn't that he thinks she needs protecting from an annoying bookworm.]
[It's a purpose.]
[Something he has to do. Or he really has nothing left.]
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[When the speakers come on, it startles her slightly, but she hits the voice button on her own 'Gear.]
[Normally, she might have protested... insisted she could look out for herself, or even tried to reassure him that she'd be fine, she had lots of people looking out for her.]
[But there is something in his voice right now that freezes any notion of saying such before it can so much as try to come out of her mouth. And... truth be told?]
[Lately, she's really been thinking a lot about just how lucky she is to have people who'd do that for her. People like Ironhide.]
... Thank you.
[She can tell that something terrible happened to him when he went back. Not a clue what it is, whether it's something new and devastating or just being re-immersed in the horrors of the war he often spoke of, but it's terrible, whatever it is.]
[So she'll just be saying thanks, completely sincerely.]
[...And you'd better not add anything about it just being a duty, buddy-- she knows that. She's thanking you anyway.]
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