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oriana_pax ([personal profile] oriana_pax) wrote2008-03-28 05:54 pm

Nexus trip

Oriana waves to Optimus where he's sitting on Kigan's hip, then slips into the passenger seat of the little purple Mini and carefully closes the door. "What does 'girl time' mean anyway, Cureall? I tried to look it up and couldn't find a really clear definition."

Then she looks over her shoulder and feels a little wistful as she sees Optimus scrambling for his basketball. She still suspects that her original liked that game. But the thought of several hours spent with her best friend and foster mother is also appealing, even though she has no idea what they'll be doing.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks up at him but sighs and shakes her head. "He is a free spark, a ghost Oriana."

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The younger femme is absently rubbing her chest, distracted from the different feel in her spark by what Cureall has just said. "Oh...."

"Oriana," says Ratchet slowly, then looks down at the femme in his arms. "And your designation?"

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiles softly, almost sad and gently pushes Ratchet away. "This one is called Cureall. She is pleased to meet you."
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
His optics are gentle and full of compassion as he looks at her. "Cureall. You're one of the people I was sent to talk to."

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She is trying not to look at his face as she tries to shakely get up. "What is wrong? You were...sent?"
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet lifts her to her feet, then puts a hand under her chin to make her look at him. "Yes. Sent. By Primus."

Oriana is now going 0_o

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks and frowns shyly. "Please forgive this one. She feels like a human who is seeing the ghost of her dead father." She touches his hand and tugs gently. "What is wrong?"
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
He takes her hand, nodding his understanding as his other hand goes to her shoulder in a fatherly gesture as he gives her a slight smile. "Who says anything's wrong?"

Then he glances at Oriana before looking back to Cureall and asking hopefully, "Is there a better place we can talk? The middle of a street isn't really a good spot."

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Cureall nods shyly and looks about for a moment before leading them off the road and into a nearby park. "The dead do not come back just to say hello, Ratchet."