Ask the Pacifist

Some wiggly snow play time. We bring he snow intit their exhibit bucket by bucket. It’s a labor of love.

“Hey- yeah, you’ll be fine, don’t worry about it!” Will reached out to tug the other into a hug, rubbing his arm affectionately in an attempt to make him feel better. “I know it’s weird when you first find out. It takes a while to adjust, I’ll admit that. But you have an entire legion of brothers and sisters and everything in between now to back you up, so don’t be afraid. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Y-you’re sure we’re safe here?”  

“… Two, stay here and help out if the boys call. I’m going for a wander,” she told the large, green machine sitting beside her, receiving a grumble in response as she got up and started to walk, occasionally painfully rubbing at her knee-joint. Had she damaged it while landing again?

Watching the transformed plane limping, Aid decided to disregard his brothers wishes. Jogging over to the mecha, he called, “Do you need help? I’m a medic!”

“A… A robot medic?” she inquired out of curiosity. She’d never heard of that before… The only ‘medic’ she knew of was Virgil… “Ahh oh, I suppose so. How did you-…? Oh… My limp’s that noticeable huh?”

“It looks like you have crimped coolant line. Has it been bothering you for long?” Aid asked, “You also have some corrosion your coolant lines, but overall you seem very well kept for a neutral. How did you come to earth?”

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“I have a giant extended family and you barely have any family at all and this whole Christmas routine is getting tiresome for me but I can tell that you’re really enjoying yourself because it’s something you never got to do and watching you interact with my ancient relatives is fucking adorable” au

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Kate blinked, turning to the individual who said it. “Finn?”

“Yes, you need to be married, but what in the blazes are you thinking!” Potter said, “This better not be some horse hocky plan that will get us all in trouble?”

Aid’s optics widened behind his optics, “S-s-stretcher? W-what’s going on?”

“Allen!” Aid beamed, “I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Hurricane damage? We’re you in one or helping those who were in one. Or both?”

“But, I had to protect them!” Insisted Aid, “I couldn't move them yet!”

Letting out a vent, he spoke in a softer tone. “And what would have happened if you’d been seriously hurt? You have to be more careful.”

He shook the thought away, “Anyway, I’m a medic, so it’s my job to look after people.”

“Yes you’re a medic,” he then agreed. “A very good medic but seeing you do something so rash nearly gave me a spark attack. I just want you to be a bit more careful alright?”

“Meme: noun; an idea, behaviour, or style that spreads from person to person within a culture. Well, there’s nothing strange about that.”

“Right… you lost me at ‘dank memes’.” Obviously, the dank descriptor is a slang word, since a unit of measurement of cultural evolution cannot physically be damp or humid. Just as obviously, despite priding himself on being Cool and Young and Hip, Ratchet has just found himself firmly on the clueless and unmodern side of the river bank, because he has no idea what anything First Aid just said means.