Forever Open Optimus RP Post

[thelastprime]

	Open Optimus RP post Hey, I don't really play Optimus in any games at the moment, but that doesn't mean I want to stop playing him! So bring your characters, give me a situation, and I'll be happy to roleplay the big guy with you!

 

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[neededthat]

[Oh he didn't miss that. Not for a nanosecond. And he smiles, even a little more than he usually does. He stands tall, with confidence.]

The company would be greatly appreciated, Optimus.

[thelastprime]

[And, just then, a hand extends out to the medic for him to take if he should wish. Invitingly, of course. After all, he didn't want Ratchet to slip again.

But Primes were often more...secretive in their true motives, weren't they?]

[neededthat]

[It earns a curious look from his medic. Ratchet almost double takes before he rests his smaller hand within his leader's.

But he doesn't pay it any mind. Holding hands wasn't unheard of after all. Perhaps Optimus wanted reassurance.]

[thelastprime]

[Reassurance was...one way to describe it. Those thin fingers envelope over the more blunt hand of the medics, lacing their fingers together for just merely a moment.

Before leading him over to sit by the raised level where the kids usually sat.]

[neededthat]

[Ratchet gladly follows Optimus and even squeezes back on his hand. His chest swells and he is lead but tries to level the sudden anxious feeling in his very core.

Neatly and carefully, he takes a seat next to Optimus.]

[thelastprime]

[There's reciprocation, at least. He can't help but smile at it as they both take a seat.]

It is hard to believe that it has been almost two years since Decepticon activity.

[neededthat]

[He nods. It had been quite some time since there had been any sign of them. It made the medic relieved, and worried. Ratchet stares ahead of himself, pulling his knees closer to himself, almost stubbornly.]

Who knows what they're planning. Then again, they're all nothing without Megatron, and with Starscream at the wheel. For all we know he could have ran them straight into the ground.

[thelastprime]

[He could sense the tension in his friend, opting to place that hand back on his shoulder assuringly. War was never easy on anyone, especially a medic.

That only meant that Optimus had to be there for him more.]

Perhaps you are right, old friend. But we must not let that lower our guard.

Megatron's absence does not necessarily mean his extinction.

[neededthat]

I know.

[He almost leans into that hand and closes his optics. If Optimus wasn't around, he was sure that his own sanity would be at risk.]

If only that were the case.

[thelastprime]

Mm. Perhaps...

[Although, Optimus would have rather tried to change Megatron's mind before extinguishing his spark. That was always the way of Optimus--use words until there is just no other option.]

[neededthat]

[He shook his head. Here they were, talking about decepticons when there were none to be found as of yet.

Ratchet stares at the empty groundbridge thoughtfully.]

Optimus. [He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts.]

If Megatron were to be... 'dealt with' in the future. What will you do afterwards?

[What would happen to their team?]

[thelastprime]

[Now that was an interesting question. To be honest, Optimus had never really thought much about what HE would do. His team? They would live out their lives here, or on some other planet, without fear of being persecuted.

Himself...he knew his faults, his guilts.

Every day he was reminded of them.]

I would...see to it that our team was properly taken care of.

[Always thinking of others first, Prime.]

[neededthat]

[He shifts in place to get a better look up at Optimus.]

We're always taken care of by you, Optimus. Even now. [He gestures to the empty ground bridge.]

You're sitting here, waiting for our team's arrival from an energon scouting mission.

Besides, you're always here for us, no matter what. But even after we're all taken care of, like you said, what then? What will a Prime like yourself do?

[A Prime? Being idle? It could only last for so long...]

[thelastprime]

...

[With that, he falls silent, his eyes carefully dodging the medic's gaze. He really didn't want to admit this--he was a Prime, after all. He was supposed to have the answers.


Except for this.]


That I cannot say, Ratchet. I...

do not know.

[neededthat]

[It was rare for him to hear those words from Optimus. He couldn't even remember the last time he did hear that from his leader.

The medic is quiet for a long moment before a soft sigh passes his vents and he stretches his legs outward on the floor in front of himself. He glances up at him.]

Whatever you do, I... would like to be by your side, if you would allow it.

[Honestly, he wouldn't know what he'd do with himself if the Prime wasn't around. Sure, he could handle the team, but he wasn't of leadership quality, unlike Optimus.]

[thelastprime]

[You're not the only one feeling odd hearing it. Even Optimus had a few pangs of guilt, from being unable to answer it in a way that he could. In a way that Ratchet would feel comfortable with.

Although the answer has those blue eyes flick to him, their glow only a tad brighter than they were before.

A warm feeling wraps around his spark from that sentence, one he couldn't even begin to understand just yet if he tried.]

I have no intention of leaving you behind, old friend.

[That hand rests on top of the medic's.]

You need not to even ask.