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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[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.