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my-writings-and-musings · 4 years ago

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Could you perphaps do hc for Blitzwings reaction to his tiiny human S/O being hurt because the Autobots accidentally collapsed something on them in a fight because they didn't know they were there

I'm not quite as knowledgeable on TFA but I did a crash course and rewatched some of my favorite bits so I hope this fits what you had in mind!

·The size of all earth life respective to Cybertronians means that, even when absolute care is maintained by all, the odds of a nearby human staying safe are far from optimal when bots fight. This is a reality Blitzwing has had to consider carefully since bringing you into his life. Generally his solution has been to keep you as far away from his "work" as physically possible, but unfortunately enough for him, it occasionally tracks him to you. All he can do when that happens one day is insist you take cover in a nearby abandoned building while he goes on the attack. You heed him without question despite your worry for his safety, knowing that he tends to fight less effectively when stressed due to his personalities clashing, and also because his stories about "Autobots" paint a very brutal picture...

·The Autobots outnumber him as they move in, their goal being to drive him away from what they presume to be a human endangering mission, but it's quite obvious who has the advantage once things get started. You can soon hear him holding his own even from your little hiding spot, the roar of battle shaking the very ground beneath your feet, and a thick accent returning combat banter with ease. The Autobots may just be trying to guide the triple changer outside of civilization, but they still end up being driven back themselves quite swiftly, though they of course are unaware it's because he won't be leaving while you are in cover. He's hardly reveling in victory while holding his ground, as frankly he just wants to get this over with and return to you, for what was supposed to be an enjoyable day in this deserted area of the city... His Hothead self boils in rage at having lost precious time, which results in him focusing everything on driving the meddlesome Autobots into retreat as aggressively as possible. You're more than worth letting enemies get away just this once, but he fully intends on leaving them with a few scars for the trouble.

·The strategy appears to work, at least from your perspective, in that their responding attacks start to become more focused on distraction than corralling. He's told you enough about combat for you to recognize suppressive fire as the typical tactic of those seeking to retreat, and you find yourself sighing in relief from your crawlspace, hearing the blaster fire grow less frequent with every passing second. Being more or less ambivalent to the Autobots means that just seeing them leave is the ideal ending for you. Blitzwing gladly notes their impending escape with a touch of pride at having saved his tiny partner, ignoring that the Autobots are probably only giving up so easily because they've come to the baffling and somewhat accurate conclusion he's not here for anything malicious. There's scattered talk of establishing a perimeter to keep him from trying anything where humans actually live, but it's fading quickly as the team prepares an obvious final retreat.

·Blitzwing so delighted to be saving you that he'll smoothly alternate personalities to let them have a turn at the feeling, or at least, what each considers to be the feeling of victory. The thought of being your savior is appealing to all of them if he's quite honest, and admittedly he can't wait to gloat on his rescue to you in person. Unfortunately, his happiness is cut short when the Autobots just so happen to include the building you're shielding yourself within amongst their final shots, unintentionally causing dilapidated supports to crumble under the gunfire they only unleashed to distract. You don't have time to run before things collapse all around you, but you do manage to catch a glimpse of his expression before everything goes dark, and the sight of his hand reaching in your direction is the last thing you see... His concern for the battle ceases in that instant. Your tiny body, so fragile and soft he'd teased you for your lack of armor every time he'd held you, was now beneath countless tons of rubble he might never clear away in time... if there was still any time.

·Confused Autobots are left gaping as he turns tail to start digging into the remains of the building in a frenzy. His personalities start to fight for control, and for those listening he becomes and endless loop of arguments with himself while digging for what can't actually be a human, right? Because it sounds like he mentioned the word human but that must be a mistake, certainly? But if there's even a chance... Programming to fight Decepticons clashes with oaths to protect organic life, and Optimus is forced to act and offer assistance to the panicked con, an offer that is initially met with threats before his desperation results in him caving to the reassurance that any human within is their responsibility to rescue. Only his love for you could lead to him accepting help from Autobots, but he's still much too worried to feel very self conscious, because each minute is far too precious to waste.

·You aren't entirely aware of your own survival. Though you can hear heavy movement from the outside of your little crawlspace, battered and barely conscious as you are, only the faintest hint of a shout heavily colored with a familiar accent gives you hope help is near. Servos capable of warping steel overturn literal tons of rubble with each swipe in his desperate hazes, resulting in boulders of debris flying in the wake of an impossibly determined Decepticon. The Autobot's calls for strategy and teamwork are only met with silence or threats; if the human in this rubble can't be recovered, then he'll make certain their body isn't alone. He ignores their resulting debate with Optimus over whether or not to continue assisting. All that matters is you, his unexpected treasure amongst the cold chaos, and his absolute refusal to lose you while there's still a flicker of his spark in existence.

·Light strikes your eyes without much warning as the rubble above you shifts, forcing you to flinch in your tiny space and cough as the dust irritates your lungs, which in accordance with your current luck sends a pang through probably broken ribs. The only silver lining to it all is that your noises create an immediate reaction up above. Increasingly clearer voices come as the window of light grows and boulders of debris trapping you in are removed, spurring you to cover your eyes as the final hunk of mortar is removed and you're blessed with a rush of cool, fresh air as the sunshine streams in. To your incredible surprise the gruff voice that speaks first to comfort you is not one you know. There's hardly time for your dizzy head to wrap itself around the phenomenon before large but gentle hands reach down to skillfully pluck you free, but the relief of being rescued doesn't last long, and trouble is brewing even before you discern the team of surprised and worried faces circling you as the Autobots.

·You're in the hands of the Autobot medic when Blitzwing sees you've been pulled, injured but alive, from the collapsed building. His joy at seeing you breathing is matched only by his terror to see you in the hands of his enemy, which quickly turns into far more usable rage as he jumps back into rescuing you from the threat that started everything. Shouts to unhand you are his only warning before a charge, one that's quickly called as a bluff when he refuses to risk your safety and skids to a halt before his enemies. The same medic holding you carefully in his hands stares down the much larger triple changer without a flinch, though the remaining bots encircle him protectively, warning him not to hurt this human in their ignorance. A standoff forms in the tense moments where Blitzwing borders on panic, alternating between threats and demands and barely disguised pleading for the return of the human whilst the bots remain steadfast in their assumed defense. It's only through sheer grumpy determination that the medic, who you learn in this moment is called "Ratchet", is able to briefly cut through the shouting and try to force an understanding, starting with the fact that if any of them care about human safety they'll let him give this one some much needed help. Unfortunately mutual distrust keeps both sides moments from launching a new attack.

·You're in no position to fight and free yourself from the ambulance turned robot holding you, but even as Blitzwing stands just ahead and looks to you with that helpless expression, you realize you don't think you need to. There's no aggression in the arms supporting your battered body, just the cautious concern of an expert. But you know your partner; he feels deeply, and once his emotions take off he struggles to listen to reason. Thus you decide to speak up and help Ratchet act as mediator, partly to be relieved of at least a bit of this pain, but also to get back to the mech who you know only wants to see you safe. The hardest part is keeping down a cough as you try to speak...

·Everything stops when the voice of a weak and battered human pipes up, silencing the still intermittent arguing and turning the attention of all gathered bots to them. Blitzwing drops the entirety of his aggressive stance once he focuses only on you, stepping closer only to be stopped by the rest of the still distrustful Autobots. Your gentle pleading for him to stay calm and hear them out stops a brawl from erupting once again, and also creates a wave of surprise amongst the Autobots; this Decepticon has befriended a human?! His Icy personality is colder and more in control than ever when he prompts the medic to lay out his plans for your care, followed by a warning that you will decide whether or not to accept it, and that if they attempt to force anything on you or take you away there will be no Autobots left on earth by the time he stops them.

·Ratchet is mercifully to the point when he explains that he merely wants to ensure there is no immediate danger from your injuries, and to provide some basic aid to tide you over until a human proffesional can assist. In the grip of rather considerable pain, you can't help but concede to the logic of the plan, looking to your partner so he can see the certainty in your eyes as you express your consent. Ever true to his word regarding you, the triple changer nods his own assent, but insists he will be by your side through it all. Ratchet is able to locate a more sheltered location nearby, and despite the complaints of his fellows agrees to render aid in private, with only his patient and the Decepticon in question to assist him. The distrust crackling through the air makes it quite difficult for you to be relieved at the prospect of medical attention.

·Blitzwing is there for you at every moment, letting your tiny hand squeeze his large servo as the medic patches you up, his dexterity surprising you almost as much as the human medical kit he carries "for the sake of a different human that frequently gets herself hurt". Every whimper of pain from you makes the Decepticon growl through his whispered comforts to you, and by the time the medic has the immediate damage bandaged and secure each of Blitzwing's three personalities has had a turn threatening the old medic. Ratchet doesn't even seem to mind as he strongly encourages you to head for a hospital while he finishes putting away his supplies. The rest of the Autobots leave with a tense and awkward parting (as well as a few murmured apologies) that includes a promise that this incident may change things for Blitzwing, should he be so inclined... An Icy expression only bids them farewell, and when the two of you are alone he finally holds you close, whispering a thousand apologies for failing to protect you from his war. Though you hardly feel prepared to understand a several million year conflict, you embrace him in return, able to take a moment to just appreciate being back with your love. The moment only ends when he, somewhat bashfully, asks what a hospital is and if you could more effectively be transported there via tank or jet?

#transformers #tfa #transformers animated #blitzwing #blitzwing x reader #maccadam #tf #ratchet #my writing #my asks #requests #anon #human reader #self insert

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angeltannis · 4 years ago

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Mechrogunner: A Headcanon Masterpost

@fudgeroach and I have been cookin’ this ship up for a bit now, and we’ve come up with a bunch of ideas for it that I’m finally ready to post!

Background for context: We both headcanon Moze as a he/him transmasc, so that’s how Moze will be referred to in this post.

So, Gaige and Moze.

How do they meet?

-Pretty simple – at the Wainlock wedding. Moze hasn’t been out just relaxing and having a good time in so long that he stays later than pretty much everyone else. When he’s finally ready to call it a night, he goes up to Hammerlock to let him know. Hammerlock casts a glance over at the bar, where Gaige is practically passed out on the counter by that point, and asks if Moze would be willing to check on her for him. Moze is like “Uhhh...okay...”, not really getting why Hammerlock himself couldn’t just check on her.

Hammerlock, of course, has an agenda, trying to set Gaige up with a friend her own age. He didn’t plan on it going much, much further than that, lol.

Moze sits awkwardly down beside her and is all business, just asking her bluntly if she’s all right. Gaige, flirty drunk that she is, immediately latches on to him, telling him he’s great and that she loves him. Moze internally is like 😳 but acknowledges it’s because she’s drunk. He stays with her for a while, keeping it light, talking about their respective robot BFFs and telling her a couple funny old army stories to keep her awake and with it until she sobers up a little.

Both of them are so lonely that by the end of the night they are definitely both nursing lil crushes, but Moze has thick walls around his heart after what happened to his squad mates, and he’s too traumatized to let anyone in at the moment. When they finally part ways that night, he assumes he’ll never see Gaige again.

Then he gets a text from an unfamiliar number. Turns out Gaige got his number from Hammerlock, and has ““questions about Iron Bear””. (She actually does have questions about Iron Bear because she’s a fucking nerd, but make no mistake, she is definitely interested in both mech AND pilot)

Moze hasn’t been in this kind of position in, well, ever, really. He’s not sure what to do. He really likes talking to Gaige, though – she's stunningly smart, wild and funny as hell. He’s never met a woman like her before. He may not have a clue what she’s talking about half the time, but he sure does love hearing her say it all.

Gaige, on the other hand, is immediately and blatantly smitten with Moze. She tends to develop crushes on pretty much anyone who pays her attention, but Moze was so sweet and gentle with her while she was embarrassingly drunk that Gaige finds herself thinking about him long after they part ways.

The dating stage:

Moze is terrified of opening back up to anybody, so he keeps Gaige at arm’s length even as their texting goes from occasional, to frequent, to most of the day every day. The other Raiders encourage Moze to ask Gaige on a date, but he’s nowhere near ready for that kind of commitment.

When Gaige asks him to bring Iron Bear to her lab-slash-hideout so she can “check him out”, he tells himself and everyone else that it’s just a friend thing.

It’s totally not a friend thing oh God

He’s hanging out in her garage (I imagine Gaige hides out in some craphole abandoned building somewhere and that her garage is also her lab, kitchen, bedroom, etc.), watching her eyes light up as she examines Iron Bear when he realizes he’s in too deep to get out. She pulls a whole-ass little measuring tape out of her hair at one point and he’s like Oh god, you’re adorable and has to bite his tongue to refrain from saying it out loud.

Deathtrap is just watching them, aware that something is up, but he doesn’t know enough about humans to know exactly what it is

The first time Moze feels comfortable enough to show up in something other than his freaking Ursa Corps uniform, he’s a little shy because he’s been chopping at his own hair and feels like a doofus. To his surprise, Gaige lights up and immediately starts complimenting his “punk” hairstyle. She lets her own hair out of the pigtails with a grin, showing that she hacks at her own hair as well. It’s all split ends and uneven layers, and Moze’s heart flutters just a bit as those bright green eyes are suddenly framed by a mess of bouncy orange hair.

While he’s hanging out with Gaige, Moze eventually comes out of his shell enough to start cracking little jokes and feeling a bit more at ease. He hasn’t felt this way since the last night he spent with his squad before Darzaran Bay. Gaige is just so easy to talk to, and she laughs at his jokes and doesn’t pry about his past. He doesn’t pry about hers, either, though he can glean from her current situation that something has clearly gone horribly wrong in her young life.

Gaige is afraid to let anyone into her life, either, since every person who knows her whereabouts is another potential source of danger to her (and to them). She finds herself wondering why this soldier is all alone without a squadron or a battalion or whatever terms the army uses. The faraway look Moze sometimes gets tells her there’s a long and painful story behind it.

It takes a loooooong time, probably close to a year or more, before either of them are ready to admit they’re not just visiting each other as friends multiple times a week.

They’re sitting outside one evening watching the sunset when Gaige grows uncharacteristically serious. Moze assumes she’s going to confess to some awful crime or something, and his first reaction is “Okay I don’t know what you did but I forgive you and I’ll help you hide the body”. Gaige is like ??? Ok well I did kill somebody in the past but I was actually going to ask if I could kiss you?

Neither of them have ever really had a proper kiss before. They basically end up bonking their faces together like a couple of clueless dorks. It goes on to become a favorite inside joke between them, with the two of them frequently headbutting each other and then having a good, confusing-to-everyone-else laugh about it.

The relationship:

-Moze is self conscious about his height, but it turns out Gaige actually prefers it because then she doesn’t feel like such a shrimp herself. Short couple rights

-Still though, Moze likes to wear his chunkiest combat boots when they’re together together so they’re at least equal size. Eventually Gaige starts wearing her own old combat boots, though, so poor Moze can’t win lol

-They’re not real sappy out in public, but they’re always either holding hands or Moze has an arm loosely around Gaige’s waist (or vice versa which makes Moze go “NOO I’m supposed to be the one doing that!!” And Gaige is like “Muahaha, Feminism Babey >:D”)

-Gaige found out Moze has a corporate tattoo and since then his life has never known peace (she teases him about it relentlessly)

-Moze sends lovey-dovey memes and texts...exclusively in Russian. Forcing Gaige to put them through a translator helps put a little bit of distance between the words and his feelings, so he doesn’t feel quite so vulnerable...

…But then Gaige struggles to learn some basic Russian in secret, and the next time Moze says something corny she can actually understand it and responds in kind. Moze is floored

-Gaige is a ball of repressed horny nerdiness. Moze was never very sexual to begin with, and his trauma has basically turned him completely asexual. While at first Gaige was (inwardly) a bit disappointed, as time goes on she realizes she cares way more about Moze than she cares about getting laid.

She’s still a slut for cuddles, though – and luckily Moze is willing to provide. At first he insists on being the “big spoon” (more like the backpack), but it’s tough to resist being held by a pretty girl who covers you in kisses and takes the time to change into her non-spiked metal arm after that one time she forgot and almost got you in the eye with a spike

-Gaige sleeps in a bed that’s FULL of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals and anything soft and Moze, who is used to sleeping on a barren military cot if not just on the floor, is like “Oh God, I’m drowning”

All you see is his hand reaching desperately out of a pillow pile before it, too, is absorbed and he disappears completely

-Semi-related to the last bit: Gaige sleeps completely sprawled out in her bed while Moze curls up tight, taking up as little space as possible. Occasionally he gets grabbed like a stuffed animal and smushed up against Gaige’s chest in her sleep. He finds he actually likes being held while he sleeps. It helps keep away some of the nightmares.

-When eventually Gaige finds out what happened to Moze, she starts ranting about the military-industrial complex and corporate corruption and Moze is kinda 😥 because he was basically bottle-fed army propaganda since he was born, but it all makes sense, and the military did fuck him over, and maybe there’s so much more to this than he even realized…

-Finding out Gaige’s backstory, Moze is like “Psh, Marcie Halloway sounds like a cunt. I would’ve killed her ass, too.”

-Moze never allows anyone else to even look inside Iron Bear’s pilot seat because of all his private belongings (ie the photos and mementos he keeps of his old squad mates). Gaige never outright asks because she knows it’s personal, but one day Moze asks if she'd like to have a look inside and see if there’s any cool stuff she would want to build into Bear. Gaige realizes that’s a huge step in their relationship because of how much trust it requires on Moze’s part, and she is like !!! “Yes of COURSE”

-[Gaige voice] So when am I gonna get to be Mrs. Gaige Hayussinian Yan-Lun Al-Amir Andreyevna?

-Both of them will eat anything, so romantic dinners can consist of anything from actual gourmet food to “Want a bite of my fried ratch?” “Um, obviously?? Gimme-“

-Perks of dating someone your own size: You can easily wear each other’s clothes. Cue Moze showing up to Sanctuary in a spiked leather jacket with patches shittily ironed on all over it, and Gaige keeping warm in an Ursa Corps bomber jacket (that she covers with patches and stickers to hide the Vladof advertising)

-Gaige operating Moze’s Dakka Bear turret, wildly spraying bullets and screaming catch phrases while Moze is in the pilot seat like 🥰 You’re wasting all my ammo but god I love you

-Moze jumping into combat: All right, let’s do this shit *puts on his helmet with pink skulls and hearts and PROPERTY OF GAIGE 💜 spray painted all over it*

-Gaige is still worried about being caught by the cops, which can make dates a little difficult, but she’s admittedly a little more at ease now that she travels with a fifteen-ton mech and his dashing pilot.

#borderlands #bl3 #moze the gunner #gaige the mechromancer #mechrogunner #long post

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inventedbymelvin · 4 years ago

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Ch.4: Advanced Learning

( Disclaimer: Sorry if this chapter is lacking or isn’t right in some places. I had a trouble figuing out how to end it properly but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Shout out to @kittykat-creations for the help when it came to accuracy about adhd )

Once he got home, Melvin quickly went to the drawing board to draft his revenge. He surprisingly worked fast to draw and build his new invention in the garage, showing up for dinner and going to bed at a reasonable hour. His mother was more than glad to see he was in a much better mood. At dinner he explained he had recived some good news and mentioned the field trip, handing her the slip to sign. Once everything was prepared, Melvin finally had a peaceful night's sleep. He wanted to be ready to surprise them and prove he's better than third place. The morning of the field trip, all four stood in the morning fog as the monthly cut grass collected dew on it's leaves. Krupp stood with them, as he was chaperoning the trip. All of them had been given special jackets to go along with the trip and they could keep them as souveneirs. They also helped with the morning coolness and were fashionable. Thirty minutes later, the bus arrived at a futuristic looking campus complete with everything the aspiring genius needed. The inside was sleek and clean as everyone's footsteps echoed through the shiny hallways. In the main office, they chatted while waiting for their tour guide. Krupp immediately took a seat and looked around at the much better kept school. Melvin seemed particularly better than the day before.

"I'm glad you're feeling better." Harold patted his shoulder. "It's nice to see you back to normal." George smiled. Erica felt something was a bit off. The four had filled their backpacks with neccessary items like lunch, notebooks, pencils and paper but Melvin's seemed to have something more. She wanted to believe it was just a lunch box but she'd never seen the nerd carry one. He insisted it would ruin the value of collectable Advancimals merchandise. Erica decided to pull the boys aside for a moment. "I think he's hiding something. It doesn't make sense he'd turn around this fast, usually it takes him a week to get over an A minus." "He seems fine to me, much better than screaming at us all the time." Harold nodded his head in agreement with George's statement. "You're just being paranoid, he's fine. We'll all have a great time and he'll learn-" George was cut off as the guide entered the office and greeted them. "You must be our winners! Erica I loved your idea to clean up our waters! Boys, it truly is important to laugh! And Melvin, you have a budding career in robotics! Of course, Mr. Krupp, hes clearly doing his job well to have amazing students." The tour guide woman said cheerily as she shook their hands. She was in uniform with a pencil skirt and blazer outfit matching the colors of the school logo. After introductions she lead them to the first part of their tour, a lecture experience to feel like they're part of the school. Today happened to be a talk on Einstein's thought experiments taught by a young red headed girl named Max. Her record showed you could mix both imagination and smarts, having a positive reputation all around the world at the age of twelve! Surprisingly George and Harold paid attention. They had expected a boring mumbling professor that only Melvin would understand but Max seemed to encourage thinking and daydreaming. During the hour while the two were highly interested in hearing Max speak, Erica took a chance to observe the other boy in their group. Meanwhile, Krupp took a seat in the far back and immediately took a nap. He didn't quite understand why Melvin wanted to be here so badly, but sleeping was easier than figuring that out. Melvin simply took notes and was just as interested in the lecture. She was starting to think maybe she was expecting something too big. This changed when Melvin took a moment to check something inside his backpack, pressing a few buttons that seemed to be a code or as if he were setting something. Immediately she went to investigate, taking a seat next to him. "Whatcha doin?" Erica casually greeted. "Just checking something, it's not important." Her sudden interest seemed to annoy him, but it wasn't new that asking about any of his inventions or tech bothered him. "Do you think I'm going to do something?" He asked in return with some pain to his tone. "Look Melvin, I'm not trying to hurt you. There just seems to be a record of you...overreacting alot." "We already have a lecture in progress, I would respect you save yours for later." Despite his mask of cheerfully enjoying the trip, he was still getting over things. "I was answering a text from my mother." he took his phone out of his bag, showing the conversation. She felt a bit bad for her suspicions and returned to focusing on the lecture. At the end of the day after an extensive and winded walk through the whole school complete with a science experiment demonstration, provided lunch break and complimentary themed stationary, the tour guide asked if there were any leftover questions about it all. "Yeah! Why is this place so big! It took us all day to get around, and you don't even have those little golf carts!" Krupp complained for the upteenth time that day that his legs felt like jelly from walking so much. All the guide could do was offer him a bench to sit on and apologize for the strain. "Remember! You all three hold potential for attending this school with your wonderful thoughts and inventions." She smiled. "What makes certain potential less worth than other's then?" A familar voice asked. "Oh! None of you are less than each other! It's just there's typically a rigourous evaluation process with many factors that include--" Her sentence was cut off as a mech was heard putting itself together and Melvin was being seated where it's controls were. It was typically smaller than his usual but big enough to still cause property damage. He had to make it portable after all. "--include's emotional stability...." "I won't hurt anyone, I just want talk to the two who decided I got THIRD PLACE!" He grinned with a tone that sounds like he absolutely would hurt someone. Melvin kept his focus on the tour guide. "Where are they?! I just want to talk!" "I don't think theyre around today..." She tried to keep her best smile, trembling as she spoke. "Then GO GET THEM!" his voice was magnified by the speaker in the controls. "I'm afraid meeting them isnt part of--" She was cut off by Melvin walking down the hall with no choice but to look for them himself. She followed behind, stating that this was against the rules and asking for any form of help. Multiple students and teachers turned their attention to the commotion, as a small mech searched for two specific people. Max jumped a bit, associating sudden commotion with her run-ins with the corp even though they were no longer a threat. Melvin however, kept wanting answers from staff until he either found them personally or got their names. After yelling at a few teachers, he finally got some names and stomped off looking for their office. Anything thrown his way was met with being destroyed or pushed out of the way. Doors were broken, walls were smashed in, and offices were invaded as he searched. Drones, other bots and the occasional attempt to power down his own invention slowed his mission but he refused to quit in his blind rampage. George and Harold immediately summoned Captain Underpants much to Erica's disbelief. "Do you really think he's going to help us?" she sighed. "What other option do we have?" both boys shrugged. "He's fought Melvin before so it's easy to do again." Harold hypothesized based on very repetive data. "I'm here too! Plungerina!" Erica held her arms out dramatically. "Don't you think calling me would work too?" "If they need their toilets unclogged, we'll call you." George cheekily grinned, running off with Harold and CU to follow the sounds of hydrolics coming from the west wing. Plungerina followed after them with an exasperated sigh, doubtful of their abilities. Down the hallway, CU and the boys could hear Melvin unleasing his breifly contained anger at the judge's he now held in the mech's right hand. He sounded like he wanted to cry, being reminded of the shame. It seems the boys were a bit late but tried to talk some sense into him before any punches were thrown. The boys were dropped onto the robot's shoulders. "We really hoped you wouldn't try this. Erica thought you would but--" George couldn't finish in time. A metal fist slammed in the ground out of frustration. "I KNEW IT! YOU'RE JUST WAITING TO POINT AND MAKE FUN THAT I DIDN'T WIN!" He pushed them off his shoulders, both being before hitting the ground. "Someone didn't wake up on the right side of the bed." Captain remarked as he held the boys by their collars. "Well if he wont listen to us, maybe you can do something. Go try to stall him, we'll be right back." CU put the two down and flew in front of the robot waving his hand enthusastically. "You know, you don't seem happy right now, maybe a hug would--" The free metal hand slapped CU away like a bug as attention was turned back to his original targets. "Hey! That isn't how you treat a friend! I'll forgive you, but you have to stop--" He was swatted away again, only to return each time. This left Melvin with no choice but to drop the judges in a small cage as the nerd focused on trying to get rid of the soft boiled egg. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIENDS! IT WAS ALL A CRUEL JOKE!" came from the speakers as Melvin failed again and again to catch the caped hero. "I TOLD THEM TO LEAVE ME ALONE! I KNOW THEYRE JUST GOING TO PROVE THEIR STUPID COMICS AND CAPED BABIES AND FRANKENSTEIN DOGS ARE BETTER THAN MY ADVANCED ROBOTS!" "Well actually--" Captain attempted to respond which gave Melvin time to grab him by his cape and toss him in the prison with the others. A screen showed up in the small space, the feed coming from the control. "Now tell me WHY I won third place and not first, not even second!" He gave them a second to respond as he breathed in his inhaler. Angrily yelling took the wind out of him. The two stammered in their response, baffled why a science fair winner had inprisoned them in part of his impressively built mech with a man that needed to put on pants. "W-well, it didn't prove anything...." The male mumbled. "WHAT?!" "It didnt.....prove anything...." The lady repeated her collegue's words. "Melvin, your robots are impressive but you can't win by impressing people. We chose the others as better because they studied something. We see robots every day, if you had put your robot to beneficial use...." She tried to be gentle as possible but no words could soothe the fiery child at this point. "CHANGE IT!" "We can't...our requirements said the best would be judged by how it would provide insight or benefit--" "IT DOES BENEFIT! TEACHERS CAN GRADE MUCH FASTER!" "That's not..." "THAT'S IT!" The robot's foot stamped the ground in response to the controller's actions before taking off to simply destroy things. In blinded rage, more walls were smashed on the way to a garden greenhouse. Other staff, students and teachers tried to help but were no use unless they wanted to risk being thrown in a growing prison now consisting of two students who attempted to use a drone, a body guard, Captain Underpants and the judges. He hopped out of the mech and ran in, sitting among the greenery. It was calming and alot better than the darkness of his room. The other three eventually caught up via a golf cart that was allowed on school property for security purposes, winded by running to find one. Krupp might've had a point about needing a little bit of transportation help. "Where is he?" they asked in unison, as all pointed to the greenhouse. "Wait, why didn't you get out, you can bend bars!" Harold asked. "I couldn't leave my new friends! Jeremy was just telling me about his new favorite show!" The man mentioned as Jeremy(which was not his actual name) was shaking his head, clearly uncomfortable. The three ignored this and ran off. They kept calling Melvin's name only to hear footsteps far off trying to get away from them. Even mentioning that he was safe with them only made all four run in circles. Eventually with no more unwalked paths, they met in the middle. With no other form of defense, he held out his inhaler as if it would do anything damaging. "THIS IS BATTERY ACID YOU TRAITORS!" Unfortunately for him, this only worked on evil clowns and not three school children. "Please tell us what's wrong. Remember older you doing really dangerous things? We don't want you to do the same." She tried to be gentle but the mention of Melvinborg seemed to cause him pain. "You DONT understand! Leave me alone!" He tried to back up but George and Harold wouldn't let him leave. "Don't understand what?" "Losing...losing is bad. Shame." For someone who used big words, he was at a loss for them now. "Hold on Erica, he's....he's having a hard time with words." Harold backed away. "I was like this one time after school. A teacher couldn't help me with math and I couldn't find the words to explain myself." George backed away too, leaving Melvin free. Melvin looked at both of them nervously knowing Harold was correct. He had helped explain the homework better after Harold came home distraught from a teacher poorly understanding how to tutor him after school. He even made a better fidget cube when George complained he couldn't stim, resulting in a detention for going into a meltdown. Despite this, he still didn't entirely trust them right now. After a moment of silence, they handed him a pencil and paper. "If you can't say it, draw it." George offered. This surprisingly interested their frenemy and he quickly went to work doodling a small comic of his recent nightmares and feelings. It felt kind of nice and he wondered if this is how they were able to handle emotions better. Once he was finished, it was shoved into Harold's hands. When he was done he passed it off to George and after he was done, it was passed to Erica. She chuckled a bit, trying to hide it. The irony was very clear to her. "I think you're between two people who understand completely." "Who told you we'd laugh at you?" George asked. His answer came in the form of the comic author grabbing it back and flipping to a page, pointing at a very square drawing of Melvinborg. "He's gone, he can't hurt you." Melvin shook his head in response, pointing to his head. "So.....you spent the whole weekened and Monday thinking you were a target?" Erica looked towards him. He nodded in response. "What about our comic? Why'd you hate that?" On his phone, Melvin scrolled through pictures of various comic issues mocking him in one way or another, looking indignant at Harold. "Oh...right." "We wouldn't do that to you now. You're...not always aware of social cues but it's not cool to make fun of someone's insecurity. We made you this to show you we cared." George handed him the comic to read. When he finally got to the end, Melvin hugged his friends, still a bit wary of Erica. Suddenly the two judges came in with CU following behind them. "How did you guys get out?" George asked in confusion. "That bald man worried after a while about the small space and smashed through the bars allowing us to be free." He pointed to the visible broken jail just by the door. "I forgot I was claustraphobic until someone mentioned it was cramped." CU grinned, going over to the boys and Erica. "Let's forget all this happened, sometimes geniuses need a way to express themselves." They really didn't want to have to explain all this, since robot attacks were a frequent occurance in Piqua anyways. All of them nodded in agreement and headed to the bus. Just as they left the greenhouse, water misters started spraying the plants and hit Captain on the way out, turning him back to Krupp. When getting back on the bus, he quickly said "DONT ASK" to the bus driver, Mr. Meaner who had spent the day napping. Melvin salvaged what he could of the mech with it's prison broken, noting to fix it later. On the way home, he started to get his voice back too. "Th-thank you." It felt weird to be nice. "No problem, we just wish you told us earlier. You don't have to win everything to be good enough for us." Harold yawned. "You're already good enough making cool stuff for us to 'borrow'...and--" The rest of George's sentence got cut off as he dozed on the way back. Melvin smiled. It felt kind of dumb to worry about nothing but at least they understood. He still wanted to win and be better than the others, but maybe losing won't hurt so much if it happens again.

#science unfair #chapter 4 #its done #melvin sneedly #the epic tales of captain underpants #fanfic

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party-of-rpg-muses · 6 years ago

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How I Would Fix Adam Taurus: Part 4 (The Future)

I would probably have Adam take a moment to recover, either recovering his blade or getting a new weapon from somewhere. He knew that Blake and the others were heading to Atlas and concerned for her safety, as that’s where the Schnee family live, he makes his own way to Atlas. Either by stealing an airship and stowing away on a ride to Atlas, still trying to save Blake.

Adam would appear somewhat infrequently, doing his best to stay hidden from view of humans, killing any humans mistreating or happily talking bad about Faunus. However, he’d also appear to the downtrodden Faunus, extending a helpful hand; either giving them food or defending them from aggressive humans. He’d basically be a Robin Hood-type figure to them, giving them hope.

Every now and again, he would happen across Blake. If she’s with her friends, he won’t approach, not wanting “her brainwashers” nearby to distract her. But on occasion, when he happens across Blake while she’s alone, he peacefully approaches and calmly talks to her, even laying down his weapon. A repeat of the other times occur, with Adam questioning why Blake would ally herself with humans, even questioning why she would go to Atlas, where Faunus are treated worst of all out of all other places. While they talked, some Faunus kids appear and share some of their food with Adam, thankful for him for helping them. Adam would talk about the evil he saw on Atlas and how the Faunus were treated especially badly, talking about how he wanted to take the humans down a peg and make them feel the pain of the Faunus, but Blake would refuse, arguing that would make them just as bad as the humans. After a bit more talking, they would calmly go their separate ways, intending on going through with his plan. Blake tries to call out to him, but he’s already gone.

While the main story is going on, Adam would have his own side-story going on at the same time. He would be spending time with the Faunus, helping and protecting them. He would even have his own episode or two where he talks about his past, causing a flashback. We’d see that he and his mom were basically slaves for the Schnee Dust Company, even removing his mask to show his branding. He and his mom were basically property, used to push incredibly heavy minecarts full of raw Dust in Mantle. And it was there that he met Ilia and the two became fast friends, though he was sad when she moved to Atlas. And when the cave-in occured, Ilia’s parents were killed while Adam’s mom was heavily injured and couldn’t work anymore. And since she couldn’t work, a few incredibly cruel humans who work with the SDC decided to “euthanize” her like some common animal. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, causing Adam, enraged, to fight back. But since he was only a kid, the humans easily overpowered him and mercilessly kicked and beat him. Desperate for anything, he grabbed the nearest item he could find, using it to block their attacks as best as he could before suddenly triggering his Semblance, killing them all with massive blunt force trauma.

He eventually escaped and ended up learning about a new group called the “White Fang”, wanting to join them because he wanted equality. Along the way to reaching a White Fang base, he would meet a human girl named Viri and actually befriend them, sneaking food for Adam while he rested. But the girl sold him out to the others (at least, that’s what he believes) and the townspeople came to get the Faunus boy, causing Adam to run. He eventually reached the White Fang base, where he was basically raised within their ranks, even meeting up with Ilia again while making friends with Blake. And he’s been with the White Fang ever since. This would bring him to stage a violent uprising against the humans and especially against the Schnee Family.

And near the end of the Volume, while Team RWBY are inside the Schnee estate (they separated from the others), Adam catches the group while he’s attempting to assassinate Jacques and one reason or another, hears the name “Weiss”, which catches his attention. When he realizes the girl in white is Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, he flies into a rage, ambushes the group and attacks Weiss almost relentlessly. But despite being consumed with rage, he’s able to hold his own against all four members of Team RWBY, though Ruby doesn’t fare as well, since she doesn’t do well against opponents like Adam and she hasn’t faced him before. The entire time, Adam is livid, blaming Weiss and her whole family for the death of his mother, cursing her name and her family, while also accusing her of brainwashing Blake and turning her into a servant, demanding he wants his friend back. He even says that the Schnee Family are the worst of all humans. And Adam is able to either counter, block, or dodge many (but not all) combos Team RWBY throw at him, but they manage to get the upper hand with Weiss successfully disarming Adam. As he lays on the floor, he curses Weiss one last time, but know’s he’s beaten, telling Weiss to just go ahead and finish him, so that he could at least be with his mom.

Suddenly, Jacques shows up, applauding Weiss for stifling the “riff-raff”, catching everyone’s attention. He comments considering forgiving Weiss and saying he’ll welcome Weiss back as heir to the Schnee Dust Company if she kills Adam and for an added bonus, she’ll get to keep Blake as a pet/personal servant. Of course, Weiss refuses, stating that while they’re different, they’re still people, people who have suffered even worse than she has at his hands, at the hands of a monster. Enraged, Jacques bemoans having an insolent brat of a daughter and decides to dispose of them, calling forth a powerful security android soldier that Ironwood gave him as a gift, which fires a powerful laser at the group. Suddenly, Adam rushes forward, his sword in hand, and blocks the beam with everything he’s got. He’s slowly being pushed back, trying to stand his ground as he looks back at Weiss, his eyes saying that while he’s still angry at humans, he’s willing to return the favor Weiss gave him for sparing his life. Slowly, his hair starts to turn red, signalling that his Moonslice is ready while Ruby and Yang work together to get the android to stop if only for a moment. Once the android stops, Adam quickly tells everyone to get down before he uses Moonslice, dealing massive damage to the surrounding room and destroying the android completely.

Jacques is thrown from the mech’s explosion, landing in front of the group, heavily injured as they glare down at him. Blake asks Adam what he wants to do with Jacques, only for Adam to pick the man up by his collar and drag him outside where a horde of angry Faunus are fighting against the guards, spurred on by Adam’s words of rising up. Seeing Adam, the fighting stops. Adam holds Jacques out and tells them that this man is one of the main reasons why Faunus are treated so poorly, viewing them as items or servants at best and garbage at worst. He doesn’t doubt that many would want to torture or even kill him, leaving Team RWBY stunned, only for him to follow by saying that they’re too good for that. Instead, he’d be placed under close supervision and forced to atone for his actions. First act being kicked out of his home (everyone else is fine (except maybe Whitley if he’s just as much of a turd)) and forced to live like the Faunus were, in slums, barely surviving on food.

Afterwards, Adam would finally truly open up to the others. While he’s still not ready to forgive humanity, the kindness Weiss, a Schnee, gave him opened his eyes to the possibility, so he leaves Atlas and goes on his own personal journey. But not before offering an apology to Yang, saying that he’s sorry for taking her arm, not that he expects her to forgive him. Yang only responds with “It’s cool, that arm wasn’t right for me anyway.” Everyone groans, but Adam simply chuckles and says “That’s pretty good” before leaving.

A brief scene would play with him going through the village he momentarily stayed at as a kid with Viri, now a grown woman, recognizing Adam, even giving him a hug. Of course, he’s hesitant to return the favor, keeping his arms to his side, and even glaring at her before she starts to explain that some other kids found out and forced her to tell the adults about Adam. Every day she worried that he was okay and that she saw him on the news, showing him at Haven. While she was happy to see he was alive, she was less so upon seeing that he became so violent. He explains what happened, telling her that he’s changed. He also finds that Viri has been smuggling Faunus who ran from the Schnee Dust Mines and held them in her barn until the dead of night so they could escape. He even spends some time at her town, wearing a hat to disguise his Faunus traits and cuts down a few ruffians who try to harass Viri. Afterwards, he leaves to continue his journey, but assures Viri they’ll meet again.

Later, when RWBY and friends arrive at Vacuo and meet Sun, he tells Blake that Adam passed by some time ago. He also says that they talked for a bit and Sun comments that he seemed satisfied about Vacuo (because humans and Faunus live peacefully together). There’d even be a scene where Adam finally makes his way to Menagerie, surprising Ilia. When he says he’s happy to see her, she can’t help but hug her old friend, happy to have both him and Blake back. Adam would smile, returning the embrace, but states that he’d like to meet with Ghira.

Later still, when Team RWBY find themselves at the White Fang base, Adam would join, knowing they have no chance of defeating Sienna Khan by themselves. Seeing this betrayal enrages her, causing her to fight the group with intense ferocity that even Adam and Blake have trouble keeping up with her. Eventually, Adam is gravely injured and taken out of the fight. No wanting to lose her friend again, she goes into a rage, attacking Sienna like a wild animal while the others back her up. Eventually, Sienna is defeated and unable to comprehend the fact that Faunus are working with humans to stop Faunus equality, she snaps and charges at Blake one final time, only for Adam to come in, still injured, and run her through with his sword. She asks why he would betray her and the White Fang before she dies with Adam’s response being “You’re not what the White Fang needs.” With Sienna’s death, Adam ascends as High Leader of the Faunus, taking a new path for Faunus equality; peace, but not being afraid to fight back. Blake isn’t... completely okay with it, but lets it go as she leaves with her friends.

And that is what I would have done with Adam. And yes, Viri would be Adam’s love interest.

#Adam Taurus #RWBY #long post

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years ago

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Mar 24 Bevel’s Movie Night - Star Trek TNG

They watched an episode where Data’s sentience and right to be treated like a person instead of property is put on trial; and an episode where a spy was caught and an investigator came to start a witch hunt on the rest of the crew.

Everyone was pretty mad.

ItsyBitsySpyers 7:34 pm omfg what a song Bevel 7:38 pm ((Cro noticed the audio was being buggy so I'm retesting it Me 7:39 pm ((sounds fine here)) Bevel 7:40 pm ((awesome, someday I'll have a computer without an audio glitch and can tell these things myself Bevel 7:45 pm *shoves Prowl and Soundwave's couch into its usual placement aaaaaaaand that's everything back into movie night place* Ratchet 7:46 pm [[ i really need to watch SU again and catch up ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave flies in through the missing wall, slows, hovers, turns to face his couch, and transforms to drop into it.* Ratchet 7:47 pm [[ this video is making me cry ]] Bevel 7:47 pm ((I admit it's tempting to show it like one episode at a time pre-movies or something >_> Ratchet 7:47 pm [[ pleeeeeeeease ]] Bevel 7:47 pm ((I can do that 😀 ((Gah, I love that video so much Ratchet 7:48 pm [[ ugly fucking crying all over the place ]] Bevel 7:49 pm *claps for Soundwave's entrance* Ratchet 7:49 pm *pops in too late to see anything cool and doesn't mind at all* Bevel 7:50 pm *One day she'll have to fly in herself but she'd have to practice her maneuvers first, she rarely takes on a flying alt mode* Ratchet 7:51 pm Evening, Bevel! .... Soundwave. Bevel 7:51 pm Hi, Ratchet! ItsyBitsySpyers 7:51 pm *Soundwave bobs his helm at Bevel in thanks. It helps keep him in practice for when creatures come calling.*

[[Ratchet.]] Ratchet 7:51 pm *yep, good enough* *nods back to Soundwave and proceeds to not pay attention to Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *One of these days he's going to try making a peace offering to Ratchet. Today is not that day.* Ratchet 7:54 pm *that's fine. Ratchet's gotta work through his shit in his own time* Bevel 7:54 pm *Ratchet can not pay attention to Soundwave at the table with Bevel* Ratchet 7:56 pm *sure! speaking of tables, Ratchet once again has a small offering of snacks. hard candies, anyone?* Bevel 7:57 pm I found more Starfleet stuff! Not the Discovery crew though. Enterprise records with Data. *she will happily accept a snack!* Thanks, Ratchet. Ratchet 7:59 pm No problem! Should be thanking Cliffjumper and Beachcomber though, they teamed up on these. I just brought a few along for the evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Soundwave was about to grab one with a feeler when Ratchet said Cliffjumper and Beachcomber. Now his claws are sorta hovering uncertainly* Me 8:00 pm *appears; surveys the room a moment, before sitting with Ratchet.* Bevel 8:00 pm ((ok, everyone ready or do we need a moment for food and drinks? Ratchet 8:00 pm *eyes that feeler* Me 8:00 pm *just in time to catch that description* ... What did they put into them? Ratchet 8:01 pm They made them for Autobots. Relax. Bevel 8:01 pm *pops treat into mouth without hesitation* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm *...Snatches _one_ and spaces it for later* Me 8:01 pm *the fact that they were made for autobots does not mean that there might not be something interesting in them.* Bevel 8:02 pm ((gonna start after this Ratchet 8:02 pm Uh... I'm not real big on recipes. Some kind of crystal, some energon? They're not the special kind of candy. I said Beachcomber and Cliffjumper, not Beachcomber and Groove. Bevel 8:03 pm I like it. You should try one, Prowl. Me 8:04 pm Can't. Bevel 8:04 pm Why not? Ratchet 8:04 pm They're solid. Me 8:04 pm I'm holomatter. *and that.* Ratchet 8:04 pm Or is it the avatar? Bevel 8:04 pm Oh, right. Ratchet 8:04 pm *... both. okay.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *...Maybe he'll liquefy it and drop it off some time. Too bad it's not one of Beachcomber and Groove's.* Me 8:05 pm Both. *although if they'd been Interesting snacks, he would have been tempted to take one home, blend it, and see what happens.* *as it is, though, not worth the effort.* Bevel 8:06 pm It is a really good avatar. *so good she forgets Prowl even uses it instead of showing up in person* Me 8:07 pm *slight nod.* Ratchet 8:07 pm Data's visor is fantastic. Me 8:07 pm ... I suspect that Data is about to learn a hard lesson. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[...Do any of you play?]] Bevel 8:08 pm Man with the ax? Me 8:08 pm I've been persuaded to at times. I'm not fond of gambling games. *Yep. There's the hard lesson. Card games are only half about statistics. The other half, unfortunately, is psychology.* Ratchet 8:09 pm I've played a hand or two. Bevel 8:09 pm ((did the audio die for anyone but Cro? Ratchet 8:10 pm [[ nope, good here ]] Me 8:10 pm ((fine here)) Bevel 8:10 pm ((*thumbs up* Omicron 8:10 pm ((-faceplants in-)) Bevel 8:11 pm ((hiya! I used to gamble sometimes but not really anymore. Me 8:11 pm Ugh. Anyone who can call somebody a "pompous ass" and "damn sexy" in the same sentence is someone to be avoided. Bevel 8:12 pm He seemed really uncomfortable about it too. Me 8:12 pm I'M really uncomfortable about it. Bevel 8:12 pm *nods in agreement* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[DISASSEMBLE Data?]] Me 8:14 pm ... Eugh. Bevel 8:14 pm Bad guy. Me 8:14 pm Indeed. Omicron 8:14 pm *Ice Queen comes in looking around, little supersized at the invitation but happy to be social and get Racer away from bad insecticons spoiling him* O_o Bevel 8:14 pm *waves excitedly at Ice Queen and Racer* Hi! Me 8:14 pm *said with utmost disgust:* "Its." ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm [[Greetings, Ice Queen.]] Bevel 8:16 pm Nooooo. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[Throw him out an airlock and call it an accident.]] Ratchet 8:16 pm What a disgusting abuse of power. Omicron 8:16 pm hello *dragonic smiles, then pauses, blinking at the screen,* ? Racer: Pffftt! *stays on icy's back until he's aloud down* Me 8:16 pm I should disagree with this murder suggestion. *very pointedly says nothing else.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Notices that very pointed nothing else.* Omicron 8:17 pm What did I walk in on? *transforms and uses wings to nudge Racer up to her shoulder* Bevel 8:17 pm I found some Starfleet files. Me 8:18 pm They're treating a sentient mech like a piece of hardware to be disassembled on flimsy pretenses. Omicron 8:19 pm .....what did she just say? Me 8:19 pm Ugh. Her condescension. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[Nobody demands the flesh crew submit themselves to tests of these sorts. Only machines and aliens they do not understand.]] *Red slash mark on his screen. Disapproval.* Me 8:20 pm Mmh. Bevel 8:20 pm *frets* Me 8:20 pm "Over a machine." She says. You can hear the "just" in her voice. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm [[HOW DID HE GET IN WITHOUT PERMISSION.]] Omicron 8:21 pm That was not something I was expecting in that world.... primus, even I ask before going into the rooms of my mates' Me 8:21 pm Go threaten to dissect her to find out about how muscles work. It's fine, they can sew her back together. I'm sure she won't object. Why would she get passionate over meat? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Tiny and soft applause clip.* Omicron 8:23 pm *sits down on the floor, not sure if the chairs or what can hold her, not sure who she's by but a hatching meeps to be let down and sniff around* Me 8:23 pm HIM, though... Bevel 8:23 pm *wiggles her fingers at the hatchling and mouths "hi"* Omicron 8:23 pm Can I flick that blue shirt anoyance? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm [[If only.]] Me 8:24 pm *looks at their new visitor. Hello, he doesn't usually see you outside of Mondays.* *focuses on the hatchling.* ... Pbbbbt. Bevel 8:25 pm *makes a rude gesture at the screen* Omicron 8:26 pm Racer: ....!!!! Pfff....Pbbbt! 😀 'ere? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm *Soundwave glances at Racer. Was that a word?* Me 8:27 pm *focuses on for the same reason.* Hm? Omicron 8:28 pm He's been trying to show off to you two for weeks now Omicron 8:29 pm Racer: *sits all proud on Icy's* Me 8:29 pm He can— What's he saying? Bevel 8:30 pm He is really cute. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[Then he apologizes for not having noticed.]] Omicron 8:31 pm *looks at Bevel and then around* can he come down? Bevel 8:31 pm Yeah sure! Me 8:32 pm *... focuses back on the screen.* Omicron 8:32 pm It's mostly half words right now Prowl. but he's trying...and learning bad chirp too ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[Bad chirp?]] Bevel 8:33 pm Like bad words? Ratchet 8:34 pm [[ omg that obvious foam prop replacement ]] Bevel 8:34 pm ((i love it ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Shudder.* Omicron 8:35 pm bad works...... whaaat? Me 8:35 pm *on the edge of his seat watching this trial.* Bevel 8:36 pm *whines* Ratchet 8:36 pm 😧 Omicron 8:36 pm Racer: *climbing down off icy once she's moved to let him* ........the frag? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[Data is formed of multiple connecting parts. He can be disassembled in ways we cannot. His arm will be replaced. He hopes.]] Omicron 8:39 pm *Icy hisses at the screen for that thought, she's seen predacons treated like animals in that mentality* Me 8:39 pm *oh, the other bots in the room have been hissing in one way or another all night.* Omicron 8:40 pm Racer: -sniffing at a mech's pede- Me 8:43 pm ... The idea that sexuality is imperative for sapience is a particularly nasty and pervasive myth—but if it helps Data get free I'm going to let it slide. Omicron 8:45 pm this is from an organic race *snorts, keeping an eye on Racer who's sitting watching the mecha in the room* Me 8:45 pm I know. You'd be much less likely to see a trial like this among mecha species. Me 8:48 pm Data is far more forgiving than he has any cause to be. Omicron 8:48 pm I have heard of cybertronians debating on how aware organics are on the flip side, so to say Me 8:49 pm Hm. ... Fair. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[They mentioned understanding and being conscious of one's actions. He realized that his partner did not want others to know of their interaction and attempted to keep the promise even after her death, and at the cost of risking his life. If nothing else, her hologram helped make an interesting point about him.]] [[...And showed him to be more considerate of others than the Maddox human has likely ever been in his miserable, oozing life.]] Omicron 8:50 pm Racer: pbbt? *looks up, adults seem not as glaring-ly at the screen now* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[That said, he agrees that requiring such an interest for sentience would be a mistake.]] Me 8:51 pm It did make an interesting point, but the pointed mention of his intimacy with her visibly shook the people in the room. *visibly enough that even Prowl saw it.* I've little doubt it was a... if not a deciding factor, then a strongly influencing one, even outside of the fact that he expressed concern for her postmortem privacy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Nods. That is a fair point.* Omicron 8:52 pm hmm *snorts* Racer: *snorts to mimic, then looks around* 'itch? Bevel 8:53 pm I am glad they had other arguments besides him and her being intimate. Omicron 8:53 pm .....okay I like him ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[Itch? Racer itches?]] Ratchet 8:54 pm It seems to me that wanting something is evidence enough of sentience. Bevel 8:55 pm *nods* Ratchet 8:55 pm His medals should have proved it alone. And his sentiment for the book that was a gift. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[They should have.]] Bevel 8:55 pm He said friendship too. That was important. Omicron 8:55 pm Racer: *looks up at sound wave and rolls, waveing his feet* 'itch!

He means scritch ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Ah. May he?]] *Spreads claws out* Me 8:56 pm Not neces— Well, WANTING something is. But they could still try to argue that it's not "wanting"—that it's a preprogrammed motive to pursue some end that linguistically is translated into the word "want." Omicron 8:56 pm *Icy nods, as racer wiggles around on the ground on his back, waings and tail flapping and flailing a bit to look cute* Ratchet 8:57 pm But there was no end to keeping the medals. He admitted that himself. Me 8:57 pm If someone has decided not to treat someone else as sentient, it's not that hard to twist their own self-reports of their internal lives in ways that support the argument that they aren't sentient. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Reaches down to so very gently wiggle tiny forepaws before delivering the requested scritches. Silly youngling.* Me 8:58 pm The "end" could be a pre-programmed subroutine to obey human commands; if he was handed a medal, he could have interpreted it as being given an object which he is expected to keep, and so obediently does so. It's too easy to twist anything around. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *...Logs that idea recording away* Me 9:00 pm *if Prowl ever gets a bouquet of earth plants, should he have their DNA read* Bevel 9:00 pm That is really cool. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Quite possibly.* Omicron 9:02 pm Racer: -wiggles, forelegs grapsing at soundwave's wrist area and hand, but his wiggles slow, he loves scritches of any kind- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *Huffs quietly - he can barely feel that; thank you, redesign - and turns his arm, to slowly spin Racer in a half circle.* Bevel 9:04 pm *grumpy muttering about this human and her dead dad issues* Omicron 9:04 pm Racer: ..!!! *flips his tail up and tucks his wings, there's a sense he's had this done before- and omg do it again please* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Huffing louder. Very well. Have fun being carefully twirled about, little one.* Omicron 9:06 pm only do that for a few kliks please, he'll get sick but not care until its too late.... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[Acknowledged.]] Omicron 9:07 pm ....just like that? the kid could have a kind he's just learning about ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[He is a Betazoid. They are somewhat telepathic in nature.]] [[They can, however, be led astray.]] Omicron 9:08 pm kiinks Racer: *having a grand old time* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *...Is finding this one interesting for Reasons.* Me 9:09 pm *Prowl bets he is.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Soundwave finally stops spinning Racer and scoops him up.* [[Does he fly yet? Or show indications of interest in flying?]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[So they chase crew members for nothing?]] Ratchet 9:12 pm What does the tall one do? Omicron 9:12 pm He's starting to mimic my and...my mate's posture for taking off. *remembers the reaction to Scourge's name, even though he's from her original world* Bevel 9:12 pm Taking notes? Ratchet 9:12 pm She's staring very intensely at the captain there. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm [[Transcribing what is said and done, no doubt.]] Me 9:12 pm She's typing. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[...She will cause a mob.]] Me 9:13 pm She will. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[And we are NOT like roaches.]] Omicron 9:13 pm ...primus I would never down do this to one of my crew Me 9:14 pm Even if they find him innocent, it would be doubted. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm *Soundwave looks at Racer and lifts a feeler.* [[Flying game?]] Me 9:15 pm Once someone has been on trial, there are people who will never see them as innocent; they'll see them as someone guilty who wasn't caught. Omicron 9:15 pm Racer: *he more relaxed, flopping where ever eh's put for now, wings linp and hanging. peeeers at the feeler* ....meh?? Bevel 9:15 pm He is lying. Why is he lying? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Places a crude animation of what the humans would call 'playing airplane' on his visor and beeps so Racer will look.* [[...Does that explanation not incriminate him in the eyes of the onlookers anyway?]] Me 9:16 pm It does, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[He lies, Bevel, because if it is true, they will suspect him worse for no reason other than his organic lineage.]] Me 9:17 pm The evidence against him was insufficient for ANY of this to be justified. Omicron 9:18 pm Racer: *gets up and shakes, fanning wings* Bevel 9:18 pm No no no I got that. But why did the other guy lie? I thought they said the warp core thing was an accident. *did she hear wrong?* Me 9:18 pm They did say it was an accident. He's wildly speculating to the contrary. Omicron 9:18 pm its a fear tactic I would image Bevel 9:18 pm 😔 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Aha. He'll hold the feeler claws out and near to Racer, then, so Racer can get settled and secured if he wishes.* Me 9:19 pm Making up a theory that fits the evidence but is improbable given the circumstances. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[It is no wonder he hid the identity of his ancestor. See how they treat him for being the descendant of an enemy - as though he had a choice in the matter.]] Me 9:22 pm Indeed. Bevel 9:22 pm *sticks her glossa out at the screen* Omicron 9:23 pm Racer: *tail wiggle and he starts to balance, eyeing that feeler* Me 9:23 pm He has a very good reason to be afraid of the truth. People will hurt him for the truth for no reason. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[/Expanded?/]] Omicron 9:23 pm .....what Ratchet 9:24 pm There is no conspiracy. Me 9:24 pm No, there isn't. Bevel 9:24 pm Throw her out an airlock. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[They /dare/--]] Omicron 9:25 pm She's making one...but tossing her would make it look worse ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[Even /he/ required more data than this before being allowed to correct an errant Decepticon.]] Bevel 9:25 pm She only did that because he said he would fight her. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[And his judgment was deeply trusted.]] Omicron 9:26 pm Racer: *jumps for the feeler suddenly, wings popping up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *CATCH* Me 9:26 pm Now that's a damning indictment: worse than Decepticon justice. Omicron 9:28 pm Racer: *excitedly wing flaps, little jaws clicking in the air* Omicron 9:29 pm oooh he wants to pull that head off XD ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm *Propels Racer through the air along assorted wobbly paths as he flaps, fast enough to entertain but slow enough to not risk losing a grip or terrifying the youngling.* [[Now she connects things that have nothing to do with each other.]] [[The Borg do not ask before assimilating, and do not permit freedom of thought. He had little choice but to do as was done while he was part of them.]] Omicron 9:31 pm Racer: O__O! harp? *omg...he's flying....ooooh what? what?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm [[And they do not /deal./ They would not scheme with Romulans.]] Me 9:31 pm She accuses him of being a traitor for daring to be capable of sleeping after MIND CONTROL!? HE'S the one who should be shouting! Omicron 9:32 pm well...her ego is big Me 9:32 pm He's LUCKY if he can sleep at night, not a TRAITOR! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm [[Agreed.]] Bevel 9:33 pm *claps for Racer* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm [[An Admiral worth his rank, then. In all the ways she was not.]] Bevel 9:34 pm She should not be an admiral anymore for acting that way. Omicron 9:34 pm no kidding RAcer: -mind blown right now, flaps his wings like he's seen Icy do- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *So very amused. He rather thought Racer would enjoy the opportunity.*

[[A mighty flyer you will one day be.]] [[...He is concerned for the young medical human's fate, though.]] Ratchet 9:37 pm He'll be fine. Picard will look out for him. Omicron 9:37 pm Racer: Ya! *gives another stronger beat, then again hearing Icy purring at him* Ya! Ratchet 9:37 pm *Ratchet would like to think* Me 9:38 pm *sits there quietly BOILING over the Borg accusations.* Bevel 9:38 pm Picard is a really good leader. Omicron 9:38 pm I'll agree with you medic, Picard seems like the sort to care for his crew Me 9:38 pm *he didn't even know that was a thing that happened but he has skipped straight to incensed without even knowing the whole story.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *Soundwave chooses to believe Ratchet* *And Prowl would hate every moment of that piece of history, no doubt.* Ratchet 9:39 pm It's Ratchet. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm *Does the S L O W E S T loop-the-loop as a finale for the hatchling.* Bevel 9:39 pm *Bevel is gonna hunt up those files because she didn't know either* Me 9:39 pm *no doubt but he's still ready to defend Picard to the death.* Ratchet 9:40 pm *knows all he needs to know from the Admiral's description of it, thank you* *Picard is as fully recovered as he can be with 11,000 lives on his conscience and that's all that matters* Omicron 9:42 pm Racer: -having a blast! its like and not like riding on the horns of the insecticon guards and warriors- ....don't shoot up that's so stupid I don't have any projectile weapons and I know that ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Is pleased to have entertained Racer so. Of course, if anyone talks about this in public, he'll deny all of it. No soft spots here, nope.*

*And Racer is gently lowered back to the ground in front of Ice Queen.* [[Time to land, youngling.]] Bevel 9:43 pm ((youtube your shuffle option is broke af Omicron 9:44 pm *Icy grins, leaning over and down to let racer bump his head against her's after he's climbed to her knee, listening to his exited chitters about his adventure* Omicron 9:46 pm ((making up a new rp blog x.x I might have forgot how to do some things <.<)) Ratchet 9:46 pm *glances at tiny dragon* Omicron 9:47 pm Racer: *happy chitters, posing on Icy's knee guard spike and flapping his wings* Ratchet 9:47 pm You can have energon, can't you? Omicron 9:48 pm Racer: *head pops up at that word* nam! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm ((what things are those)) Bevel 9:48 pm ((anything we can do to help? Omicron 9:49 pm ((um, unless you can think of a good name or tag for Scrapper in Pacific Rim? I'm doing her as an aware Jaeger that come on line, just making the blog now)) Ratchet 9:50 pm *scoops a few energon candies from the table, tosses one to Racer* *hopefully he can catch?* *tosses another to Soundwave, who he assumes can catch* That's for Bug. Omicron 9:51 pm *CATCHES Her hatchling that jumps for the treats, he gets one, and chops it down. Nope she didn't have a moment of panic in reflex, sets Racer back on the saver ground to let him find the treats and chomp them down* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm *Soundwave can absolutely catch. It's snatched out of the air and subspaced right quick.* Bevel 9:51 pm ((I admit I don't know enough about PR to really think of anything, sorry ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm [[He will see that Zori receives it. Thank you.]] Ratchet 9:52 pm *nods and returns to Not Paying Attention To Soundwave* Omicron 9:54 pm Racer: *he saw who tossed the treats and now is sniffing around Ratchet's pedes* Ratchet 9:55 pm *has only a few more, and does not think a bot as little as Racer needs more than one* Bevel 9:55 pm Oh! Soundwave, can you tell Chimera I said hi? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[Yes, he will. They'll be pleased to hear it, he's sure.]] Bevel 9:55 pm *grins, pleased as well* Omicron 9:58 pm Racer: *too late, racer does, he stands up shakily on his hind legs to peer up at Ratchet- but he remembered his manors and wont climb him unless invited* Ratchet 10:00 pm Hmm. *nudges Racer gently with a foot* You're kinda cute, aren'tcha? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *Soundwave stretches his legs out, stands up, and nods to every other mech in turn.*

[[He should return home. Laserbeak will be irritable if he extends his break too long. Thank you for the documentaries, Bevel.]] Omicron 10:04 pm Racer: cu...! Pfffffffft *sticks little forked glossa out, he knows what cute means!* *Icy looks up and waves, both with a hand and wing claw* Ratchet 10:05 pm Hehehe. Yeah, you know what you've got. Me 10:05 pm *oh. well, prowl would've been content to stay longer, but he guessed that wasn't happening tonight.* Ratchet 10:05 pm Not getting more treats, though. Too many isn't good for you, and I should know. Bevel 10:06 pm You are welcome! I will look for more Starfleet things but I have other stuff I want to show next time. Omicron 10:07 pm Racer: *balance finnaly gives and he flops down to all fours* Pbbbb...plplpl... 'itch? Ratchet 10:08 pm Oh, sure. Come on up here where I can reach. Omicron 10:13 pm racer: *perks, looks back at icy*

That was an invention

Racer: *happy wiggles, hops up into Ratchet's lap, backlegs scrambling a bit* Ratchet 10:14 pm *proceeds to apply skritches with due diligence* Omicron 10:15 pm Racer *arches back, happy murmeres, but flops when he's petted between the wings* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Was distracted watching Ratchet be as precious as Racer. Shakes his helm slightly and transforms so he can fly off. After going with a vertical lift so he's above the rooftops and Prowl can't fuss at him, that is.* *And nyoom.* Me 10:16 pm I'll see you... next week, most likely? *to ratchet* Ratchet 10:16 pm *what no no watching Ratchet don't do that* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm ((i didn't mean to hit enter on the and nyoom yet oops)) Bevel 10:16 pm ((I imagined him saying it tbh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Slightly less nyoom. A slow nyoom. More of a quiet whoosh.* Ratchet 10:17 pm Oh, yeah. I don't see why not. *continued skritching* I don't suppose there's a way I can bring a snack for you...? Me 10:17 pm Evening. *looks down at Racer.* Pbbt. Oh. *thinks.* ... I can find a way to take it home. *he doesn't usually bring his projector to these, but he supposes he could.* Omicron 10:18 pm Racer: *wing limp flop on new lap* pbbbt...'owl Me 10:18 pm *startled smile* Omicron 10:18 pm XD *knows Racer has been practicing that name for a while* Me 10:19 pm Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *HE MISSED HEARING PBBBTOWL. His life choices are terrible.* Ratchet 10:19 pm Hey, he knows your name! Me 10:19 pm He does! —You do! Omicron 10:19 pm I said he's been wanting to show off to you Ratchet 10:20 pm We're all duly impressed. Omicron 10:20 pm He tried saying it a few times under soundwave's table at the time, even tried to say ''bye' to you Me 10:20 pm Indeed. *looks at Racer.* Uh—thank you? *what do you say to a tiny person who can only half-speak a dozen words and decided to add your name to that list* Bevel 10:20 pm How old is he? Me 10:20 pm Oh. I—must have been distracted. Omicron 10:21 pm Racer: *chewing on air, then on ratchet's armor*

Not that old, under a half a vron. He's the oldest of the last clutch Racer: *does not have hard fangs though, its safe chews* Ratchet 10:22 pm *is.... being chewed on?* Me 10:22 pm *Well, as fascinating as this has been, his projector is almost out of range, so—* I should go now. *looks pointedly at the hatchling.* Bye, Racer. Bevel 10:22 pm Aw. *giggles at Racer chewing* I guess Racer likes you, Ratchet. Omicron 10:22 pm that's normaly for predacon hatchlings....or some adults Ratchet 10:22 pm *okay. this is unusual, but okay.* Omicron 10:23 pm Racer: *omg its his time!* bah....'owl! Ratchet 10:23 pm See ya, Prowl. I'll bring you something next week. Bevel 10:23 pm Bye, Prowl. Omicron 10:23 pm I hope you have a safe trip Me 10:24 pm *another, crooked smile for the hatchling. he nods to Ratchet, and then disappears.* Ratchet 10:24 pm [[ prowl smiling help me ]] [[ *clutches at heart* ]] Bevel 10:25 pm *...she didn't even get a nod, is going to worry about this forever* Me 10:25 pm *sorry bevel, you're just the person who turns the movies on* Bevel 10:25 pm *grabbyhands for approval* *notice me senpai* Me 10:26 pm *someday... someday...* Bevel 10:26 pm *waits impatiently* Omicron 10:26 pm Racer: *full on sparkling babbling now, 'owls and 'aves and all sorts of half words as he's being pet* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *OH NO HE'S MISSING THE 'AVES* *Soundwave, you utter fool* Ratchet 10:29 pm *Ratchet is quietly charmed. though a tiny bit glad the chewing has stopped, even if it was a sign of affection.* Omicron 10:33 pm Racer: *gives himself a shake, then grabs a hand to pull back for the scriches, going though what insecticon he knows, all proud with some things* primus *facepalms* I need to talk to the guards again Ratchet 10:34 pm *doesn't understand a word of it, it's fine. it's all pbbbbts to him* Bevel 10:35 pm Talk to the guards about what? Ratchet 10:35 pm *he should probably be on his way as well, though, and so gently disengages from the very flopped and wiggly little dragon* Omicron 10:36 pm ad things in insecticon are being picked up Ratchet 10:36 pm Thanks for the, uh... *whatever it was they watched tonight* Thanks, Bevel. Bevel 10:37 pm Oh! I will be careful what I say if you bring him next time. Promise. Of course, Ratchet! See you next time 😀 Omicron 10:37 pm racer: *pouts, but is off the new lap, tries to catch one of ratchet's hands, or a ped for a lick* Ratchet 10:37 pm Yep! See ya. And see YOU around, little guy. Omicron 10:38 pm Race: Bah! *flaps a wing* Bevel 10:40 pm *giggles* Ratchet 10:40 pm [[ fun fact when i first saw captain america i was so convinced by the sscrawny steve at the beginning i genuinely thought that the REST of the movie was special effects ]] [[ wow they sure made that skinny kid buff ]] Bevel 10:40 pm ((they did such a good job with skinny steve Omicron 10:40 pm [yeah] Racer: *thinks, then trots to bevel, hesitates and meeps at her* Bevel 10:41 pm *meeps back* Ratchet 10:41 pm *pops out* Omicron 10:42 pm I think he wants to head but with you Bevel 10:43 pm Head? Ratchet 10:44 pm [[ oh my god ]] [[ anyway i gotta sleep, good night! thanks for stream! ]] Bevel 10:44 pm ((Night, Fabu! Omicron 10:45 pm helm tap? its a one of the friendly, milder, greatings ((rest well!)) Bevel 10:46 pm Oh I can do that! *she drops down to all fours carefully and offers her helm for a tap* Omicron 10:47 pm Racer: ! *murs and comes close to bump his head to Bevel's, squinting happily* Bevel 10:48 pm *mimics his noises back and flops down on her belly to be more on Racer's level* Omicron 10:49 pm RAcer: n.n! *nuzzles back, likes this person* Bevel 10:49 pm *giggles* Hi, Racer. My name is Bevel. Can you say Bevel? Omicron 10:52 pm Racer: *headtilts one way and then the other, looks over at Icy as she transforms and back, chirps?* Bevel 10:53 pm *chirps back, she doesn't mind if he can't* Omicron 10:54 pm You might need to say it a few times, or live without a part of it Bevel 10:55 pm Bevel. *points to herself and then taps Racer gently on the forehead* Racer. *and another tap to her own face* Bevel. Omicron 10:58 pm Racer: *wheels are cranking in his head, give him a minute* .....ba....bava? Bevel 10:59 pm *close enough, she gives him a thumbs up and grins* Yeah! Omicron 11:01 pm Racer: 😀 *he's getting good at this talking thing! yay!* Bevel 11:04 pm Awesome job. *she checks her internal chronometer and blows air out of her vents with a whine* I have to get going. Sorry, Racer. *skritches him briefly on the neck before standing up completely* Omicron 11:06 pm *chirps for her hatchling, moving a leg for him to climb once bouncing over* thank you for inviting us Bevel 11:07 pm Thanks for coming. I hope you can come next time too. Omicron 11:09 pm *gets her sparkling up on her back, gives a head bow- racer trying to mimic, and leaves* Bevel 11:09 pm *waves* Omicron 11:10 pm [[good night! going to giggle at Scrapper's blog for a bit]] Bevel 11:10 pm ((Good luck, hope you figure things out! Omicron 11:11 pm [got it up, just very little pictures]

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flamingfandomtrashcentral · 7 years ago

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Hello! First of all, let me just say your writing is amazing!!! :) Second, can I request some fluff headcanons with bayverse ratchet, jazz and tfp Soundwave with a human s/o? Please and thank you!!! (if you can't that's fine!)

Bayverse Ratchet

- He’s a sassy old medic who’s been around for too long to put up with anyone’s shit. He couldn’t care less what other humans or bots think about you two being in a relationship and will tell them that. As long as both of you are happy in the relationship, that’s all that matters to him. Even if someone tries to talk one of you into ending the relationship he’ll either flat out ignore them or start yelling.

- Being the only medic for the Autobots means he has very little time to spend with you outside of work, so his definition of a date is talking to you while working on the other bots. It’s a little weird, but most bots won’t hit on you during these because they don’t want to upset the person operating on them. If he gets some time away from the base he’ll try to take you somewhere nice, but that’s greatly limited by what he can do too. You’ve gone to a drive-in a few times but he usually falls asleep and you get a lot of odd looks going to a drive-in with an emergency vehicle.

- Somewhat affectionate. He’s not all over you, but he’s not as withdrawn as someone like Optimus is either. He’ll let you chill on his shoulder but will get irritable if you move too much. Human exclusive forms of affection like kissing are lost on him and you’ll get badgered with a million questions on why or how it’s considered a romantic gesture. You hugging his hand is really cute though, even he can admit that.

Bayverse Jazz

- Doesn’t get bothered by any hate he may receive from dating a human. He’s a laid back bot and knows what is and isn’t worth getting upset over. But you getting any hate for being in a relationship with him is definitely worth getting mad over. He can trash talk like a pro, and they’ll be leaving with their head hung low by the time he’s done with them. And if you ever want to return the favor, he will be deeply moved.

- With the exception of a few of the rogue Autobots, none of them really have a lot of free time, this includes Jazz. Being the second in command, he can pull some strings to get you in to the base most days. He uses this as a chance to show off his skills and position. Look at how awesome I am at fighting! Look how respected I am around here! Isn’t that cool, tell me how amazing I am! Outside the base he still adores the good chance to show off and may or may not get into taking you to street races. Shhh, don’t tell Optimus.

- Very affectionate! He’s almost always holding and carrying you around, if he’s around your feet will rarely touch the ground. He’s down for human shit, too! He’s more than willing to try kissing but his mouth is… strange so proceed with caution. He’ll try that stretch and put his arm over your shoulder thing but it doesn’t work out too well since his arm is three times the size of your entire body. It’s the thought that counts?

TFP Soundwave

- He’s so sneaky that virtually no one knows about you two. And even if they did he wouldn’t care. He’s a devoted boyfriend and there’s nothing anyone outside the relationship can say that would stop him from loving you. And if anyone tries to bother you about it should they found out somehow, he’ll hack into their social media accounts and technological devices and give them hell. That’s a nice new phone… Sure would be a shame…. If someone… Blew it up.

- Really any incarnation of Soundwave is an extremely busy mech, so dates are few and very far apart. At the very least he’ll send a good morning/night text. If he has a low risk surveillance mission he’ll stop by your place to take you with him. You’ll get a chance to see how he does his work, and hey you might even learn something about this line of work. Whether or not that’s a good thing is up to you.

- Affectionate in his own way. You’re allowed to hang out on his shoulder when it’s just the three (can’t forget about Laserbeak) of you, but he doesn’t do much beyond that. You, however, are allowed to smother him with affection to your heart’s content. Sometimes you’ll catch him leaning into your touch but he neither confirms nor denies that.

#ratchet #jazz #soundwave #bayverse #tfp #transformers #imagines

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badspeeder · 7 years ago

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Smile;

I wrote this a while back and I finally revisited it. After reading it over again, I decided to share. Here’s a piece of history with Dodge and Blurr, containing a tense moment and an introduction to a night that soon turns sour. Written by yours truly!

“Do you ever think about it?” Dodge glanced up from his large drawing table, stylus mid-stroke on the screen. He'd been drafting a new design for the building he'd been planning. Since the area had been purchased for him, Dodge had been ecstatically working, trying to come up with the perfect design. His yellow visor flashed as he sat back in his chair. He studied the mech before him, derma twisting into a troubled frown. Blurr was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, optic dim- he seemed troubled. Dodge quickly recovered and smiled softly.

“Think about what?” Blurr pushed off of the doorframe and walked over, arms crossed over his chassis as if he were holding himself together with the mere force alone. He sat in the seat across from him, pauldrons shrugging. Dodge waited patiently, knowing that the purple speedster often took time to organize his thoughts. Ever since his injury, Blurr had been different. He'd developed a new personality, as if to make up for his destroyed one. The more he stayed with the Autobots, the worse his attitude became. Yet, Dodge still found a fondness in him. He found the soft, caring Blurr that was still there, lingering only for him. Even if he had changed in appearance, even if he had changed in attitude, speech mannerisms- nothing mattered. Dodge was patient. He was kind and endearing- all he wanted was the best for him. He waited for Blurr's answer, making sure to keep his attention on him. Lately, Blurr got antsy when Dodge worked while they spoke. “What it would be like if I were still normal,” Blurr finally answered. A concerned frown settled on the white bot's features, visor dimming down. Blurr had often fallen into these episodes of distress. He wouldn't call it depression, but he would call it something close to panic. Blurr had already expressed, in full detail, that he could feel his sanity slipping through his fingers. He had a nagging feeling, doorwings twitching out of nervousness. He wanted to take Blurr away from the Autobots. He knew they weren't helping him and he knew they were only making him worse. He wanted to run to the Decepticons and plead for their mercy and aid. Every day, Blurr came back with more scratches, more dents and more welds. He was getting beaten into submission, forced to learn how to behave and act around his fellow Autobots- if they could even be called fellow. There were so many backstabbing incidents in the ranks as it was and Dodge worried that Blurr, in all his intelligent glory, was next. He was valuable, fast, loyal and smart. He was a dream mech to anyone who needed data intercepted, translated or simply gathered. And yet, Blurr still endured the pits they threw him in to. His thoughts reigned in when Blurr repeated his question. Dodge took a moment, frown slowly settling to a thin line. Then, he smiled gently. “No,” he said softly, “I don't need to.” He reached out a black servo, digits flexing to coax Blurr to hand him his. A claw slid into his grip and Dodge grasped onto it. He pulled them over and pressed his derma against them, knowing it was a gesture Blurr took to his ember. “You're still the same Blurr to me. Nothing will ever change that.” He ran his thumb digit over his knuckles, pressing another gentle kiss to them. “And I'll never leave.” Blurr's derma twitched, corners pulling into a smirk. Dodge felt a twinge of disappointment, though it was hidden well. He missed the speedster's smiles. His true, happy smiles. He hadn't smiled in so long, Dodge was beginning to forget how sweet and sincere Blurr really could be; how he could look. He felt the claw digits curl against his palm. His yellow optics never broke contact with the cool, calculating red one staring at him. The optic patch was hardly a disfigurement. In fact, Dodge had come to love it. It was grotesque to most, but to him, it was a sign of survival. He bit on his lower derma slightly as Blurr glanced down, claws running over the white arm guard attached to the grasped servo. He gripped tighter and swallowed the lump that fear had created in his throat. “Blurr...?” “Mm,” he hummed, claws sliding over each digit with a gentle touch, “What is it?” Dodge's doorwings trembled. Perhaps Blurr would agree to the idea-it was for the best. It was the best interest for him, after all. He licked his derma, mouth feeling dry, and began to speak. “Ember, I was thinking, maybe-,” he began, but stopped when Blurr paused in his actions. He immediately pulled his claw away and tapped his audio. “Hold that thought,” he muttered. Dodge's derma pulled into a soft smile, but his doors still trembled- this time, out of annoyance. He could tell who was on the other line just by the way Blurr was nodding his helm and speaking.

“Right now? No. No, I'm not busy,” Blurr murmured, “Tell Master he'll have the logs of the conversation within the cycle. Mhm. Right. Mm...I'll be right there.” Dodge's smile fell. “You're leaving?” “Mm, Master needs me to intercept Decepticon chatter. I'll be back as soon as I can,” Blurr said quickly as he moved to stand. His mood seemed to have improved, though Dodge wasn't sure who succeeded in that. “Blurr, wait,” Dodge said suddenly, standing up as well. He set his stylus on the table beside him and moved around the working area, “I need to talk to you.” Blurr smirked and lifted a claw, sliding it along his jaw. He leaned down and pressed their derma together for a brief moment.

“Later. When I get home,” he muttered, “Keep working. Oh, and Master might need your help with some of the hangars he wants to build. The Ark has to fit somewhere.” Dodge frowned. “Blurr, I'm not-” “We'll talk about it later,” Blurr said sternly. He pulled away and headed for the door. Dodge's doorwings twitched in slight worry. “Blurr?” The purple mech snarled and grabbed onto the doorframe, hanging from it and leaning his helm back, looking at the other upside down. “Yes, my architect?” His reply was laced with annoyance. Dodge smiled weakly. “I love you.” Blurr grinned, sharp denta forming a jagged crescent. He tapped his claws to his chassis and spun around. He put two digits to his helm and gave a salute. Dodge watched him leave and his doors slowly slid down his back. It was getting harder and harder to bring up the subject of leaving. He moved back to his work station and picked up the stylus. He sat down with a defeated expression, optics threatening to spill over with coolant. He just wanted everything to be fine again- he wanted Blurr to get help. Real help, not that medic's help. He brought the stylus up and tapped the tip against the screen.

Ping. “I love you, too. Smile for me.” Dodge smiled fondly, listening to the sound of Blurr's pedes slam against the ground before the comm line was cut. Even if times were hard, at the very least he still had Blurr.

And he wasn’t going to lose that.

#ooc;#writing for Blurr;#Build UP ;#Fics for feels;;;#hc ;#badspeeder #Blurr #Dodge

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June 26 Dancitron Movie Night - Moana

Look! It’s your annual visit from Starscream!

Starscream broke his vow to never be caught dead in @slenderwave‘s club—and, in fact, was caught alive there. He showed up to see @bevelledmemories, who he’d been told had returned from the multiverse and could occasionally be caught at Soundwave’s movie nights.

She big.

He spent the night trashtalking Soundwave’s place, schmoozing with an alternate who calls himself king, and generally being happy that Bevel is back.

June 26 Dancitron Movie Night

Ratchet 8:11 pm *pops in and immediately likes whatever song was just playing* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Soundwave is most comfortable stretched across his seat right now, a mess of bent limbs and feelers propping them up. He nods to Ratchet.* Ratchet 8:13 pm *nods back* Bevel 8:14 pm *trundles in and goes to find a comfortable place to sit* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm (five min and start)) Whirl 8:18 pm *gonna stroll right in and flop into a seat at his usual table. His optic is entirely closed, and he's holding a Big Gulp™ sized canister of coolant* Ratchet 8:19 pm *holy Bumblebee feels, Batman* Ratchet 8:20 pm *this song is like. how Ratchet has felt about Bumblebee for like THE PAST YEAR, minus the romantic connotations.* *also it's v catchy* *anyway Ratchet will go slouch next to Whirl* Whirl 8:21 pm *cracks open his optic and slowly nods at Ratchet* Bevel 8:21 pm Hey, Whirl *waves* Ratchet 8:21 pm Evening. *lazy salute* Whirl 8:22 pm *bobs his head slowly at Bevel, too* Bevel 8:22 pm *instantly like Maui, even if he's being set up as a bad guy* Starscream 8:26 pm *guess who just broke his vow to never be caught in Soundwave's bar* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm *Soundwave sits bolt upright and looks at Starscream. He is half convinced he's seeing things.* [[...Greetings, Lord Starscream.]] Whirl 8:27 pm *swivels his head to peer owlishly at this newcomer* Ratchet 8:27 pm ... ew. Bevel 8:27 pm *starts a little when Soundwave bolts upright* Starscream 8:27 pm *sour look as Soundwave sits bolt up* Don't get too excited. I'm not here to visit /you/. Whirl 8:28 pm What's THAT doing here? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Oh, thank Primus. He thought something was wrong.* Starscream 8:28 pm ... Or to visit the walking pile of poles over there. Whirl 8:29 pm What a blessing. Bevel 8:29 pm Be nice. *not sure if she's admonishing Whirl or Starscream* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[What a horrible song.]] Bevel 8:30 pm Did you come here to visit me? 😃 Starscream 8:30 pm *ignores the admonishment from the... what is that, a train? no one he kn--* *... doubletakes* Bevel 8:30 pm *grins* Whirl 8:30 pm *he doesn't even acknowledge it, if it was meant for him* Bevel 8:31 pm It is me! Bevel! Starscream 8:31 pm *... he was here looking for someone half his height, he wasn't expecting— his optics widen* Bevel?! Is that— How—? Starscream 8:32 pm *a beaming smile* Yes, I /am/ here to visit you. I was told you come here for movies. Bevel 8:33 pm Time stuff! I got stuck in other universes and now I am older and bigger. *much bigger* Yay! Starscream 8:34 pm You—you most certainly are. *can her spark even support that frame? WOW.* Bevel 8:36 pm *it definitely can* King Starscream 8:36 pm ((pls work ((holy fuck ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Rumble is late, but he strolls down the stairs and looks around for Whirl - who is by Ratchet. Well, he'll sit with... hmm. He doesn't know.* Whirl 8:36 pm *this movie is DEPRESSING* *he's gonna bob his head at Rumble carefully in greeting, regardless* Bevel 8:37 pm Lord Starscream, you can sit with me. *waves to Rumble* Starscream 8:37 pm *will do so* King Starscream 8:38 pm *Is also a bit late- will poke his nose in. What's going on in here* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm //What kinda caste scrap is this?// Tarantulas 8:38 pm *also late, tara's coming in as a tiny spider crawling on the ceiling, since he's learned a little caution. but no prowl? aww... well, probably safe then* Whirl 8:38 pm I dunno. Bevel 8:39 pm Everyone wants her to be the leader but she wants to go out into the ocean. *feeling this story* Whirl 8:39 pm And she's still stuck on the island. King Starscream 8:39 pm Why does she want to go into the ocean if she's going to be leader? *gonna find him a seat* Whirl 8:39 pm She's rather be free, than trapped somewhere she doesn't wanna be. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm [[Greetings, Emperor Starscream.]] Whirl 8:40 pm Lord, what did I DO to deserve TWO Starscreams? Tarantulas 8:40 pm *no prowl, but yes starscream... eh, he's gonna root mode in the back of the room and hover there* King Starscream 8:41 pm Invokes a cure. Starscream 8:41 pm *glances at newcomer. ... doubletakes. he's doing that a lot tonight.* Well, well. Better company than I was expecting to find in this bar. King Starscream 8:41 pm *curse ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm @Tarantulas: (txt): If small, can sit here. Starscream 8:41 pm *at bevel* Present company excluded. Whirl 8:42 pm *gonna lean forward and hunch over his coolant like a horrid gargoyle made of elbows* King Starscream 8:42 pm *tilts head a little at- huh* Agreed. I take it you are Starscream? Ratchet 8:42 pm *elbows Whirl lightly* You doin' okay there, friend? Starscream 8:43 pm I am. /Lord/ Starscream, supreme leader of the Decepticons. Tarantulas 8:43 pm @Soundwave: «Hyeh, how small?» Whirl 8:43 pm I'd give you a thumbs-up, if I still had a thumb. 'M fine. Just nursing the mother of all hangovers. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm @Tarantulas: (txt): Fit between crest points. Ratchet 8:43 pm Mm. Whirl 8:44 pm But, on the bright side, I broke my personal record for straight days drunk. Gotta take the bad with the good, right? *snorts* Ratchet 8:44 pm I usually go with more booze when that's the case. But, heh. Maybe you've had enough booze. How many days? King Starscream 8:44 pm I am High Chancellor Starscream of the Refulgent Cybertronian Dynasty, Emperor Perpetua and Defender of the Realm. Bevel 8:45 pm *holy titles batmanus prime* Whirl 8:45 pm Five. Ugh, and now I'm gonna throw up, listening to King Idiot's drivel. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Soundwave inwardly sighs. Why do they already have to start one-upping each other.* Starscream 8:45 pm Oooh. Just the sound of it gives me shivers. Ratchet 8:45 pm Throw up in his direction, not mine. Bevel 8:45 pm *giggles* King Starscream 8:46 pm *will naturally preen at that. heck yeah, he's important* Ratchet 8:46 pm Five days, huh? That's impressive. Starscream 8:46 pm *Starscream is appreciative of his alternate's achievements. ... but you can BET he's gonna go home and brainstorm up a couple more titles.* Ratchet 8:46 pm What spurred that? Whirl 8:46 pm I play to win, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm //That ain't winnin'.// Mutter mutter. Bevel 8:46 pm *will help come up with cool titles if he wants it* Evil shapeshifter boo. Whirl 8:47 pm *if Rumble is still standing there in indecision, he's gonna nod to the seat on his other side* Oh yeah? You done six? Tarantulas 8:47 pm *tara's response is to come up in front of sw and plop on the floor. no telepathy for u, just a large set of spider legs blocking your screen* Bevel 8:47 pm *will like him anyway, fight her* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *...Okay, but if Ratchet gets uncomfy he's moving.* Whirl 8:47 pm *completely oblivious to any sort of friction that would be there* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm //Naw. Jus' you're too cool to go drownin' yourself in a cube.// *Soundwave can fix that problem. He settles back into his sprawled position on the couch.* Starscream 8:48 pm My congratulations for your successes, your majesty. Whirl 8:48 pm *snorts* No need to resort to flattery, I'm already on the coolant. *wiggles his canister* King Starscream 8:49 pm Thank you. And congratulations on your own impressive achievements. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm //Ain't flattery.// Blows a raspberry. Whirl 8:49 pm *imitates one back* Starscream 8:49 pm Thank /you/. Whirl 8:50 pm *muttering to Rumble and Ratchet* Though the temptation to return to liquor's sweet comforting arms is great, considering the peanut gallery. Ratchet 8:50 pm I'd join you. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @Whirl: //I thought we was gonna watch a movie, not a circle jerk.// Starscream 8:50 pm ((this is only the second time i've seen this movie, i didn't realize the first time she KEEPS SAYING THAT because it's the line her grandma gave her)) ((that makes it better)) Whirl 8:51 pm ((I just now realized it too ;u; )) Ratchet 8:51 pm [[ rabbit died on me again what'd her grandma say ]] Whirl 8:51 pm *soft snort* @Rumble: I wonder if they brag each other to death. A feedback loop of uncontrollable egos. Impact 8:51 pm *bursts in* I'M LATE! Bevel 8:52 pm Impact! Starscream 8:52 pm (("when you find maui, you grab him by the ear, and you say 'i am moana of motonui, you will board my boat, take it across the ocean, and return the heart of te fiti'")) Whirl 8:52 pm *WINCES* Hey, kiddo, can you keep it down a little? Impact 8:52 pm Oh, okay! King Starscream 8:52 pm ((aaaAAAA THE RAY Whirl 8:52 pm ((this movie is so good <3)) Bevel 8:52 pm [[her grandmother helps her leave the reef <3 Whirl 8:52 pm *salutes Impact in thanks* King Starscream 8:53 pm ((chakin! Impact 8:53 pm chicken! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm ((bless you alan tudyk)) Whirl 8:53 pm ((ALAN TUDYK <3)) Impact 8:53 pm Can I sit with you, Bevel? Bevel 8:53 pm Of course! Impact 8:54 pm Yay! *sits with* King Starscream 8:54 pm ((10/10 accurate chicken ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm @Whirl: //If they do, dibs on the missiles.// Whirl 8:54 pm *peers; this is the beast he's been compared to before. He doesn't see it* Bevel 8:55 pm That is not help. Whirl 8:55 pm @Rumble: Have at it. I'd prefer not to have any Starscream souvenirs. Impact 8:56 pm *cackles about the fish pee* boomtank 8:56 pm ....? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Blaster.]] Whirl 8:56 pm *pauses; something that was said earlier just now sunk in. Emeror Perpetua...?* Hey. Starscream. When IS the next election, anyway? Bevel 8:57 pm Shapeshifter 😃 boomtank 8:57 pm What did I....what the? Hi? Starscream 8:57 pm *looks at the little orange one, trying to remember where he's seen her before* King Starscream 8:57 pm Why, are you planning on running? Impact 8:57 pm *waves? 😃?* Whirl 8:57 pm Lord, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm @Whirl: //He got as many titles as Lord Screech.// King Starscream 8:57 pm Whirl I'm surprised. I didn't think planetary leadership and responsibility suited you. Whirl 8:57 pm ((DWAAAAYNE <3)) boomtank 8:58 pm -distracted wave at Soundwave before sitting- Whirl 8:58 pm *he snickers aloud at the titles comment* Starscream 8:58 pm ... Ah, yes. You're one of Soundwave's new deployers. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *Soundwave struggles not to show any sign of laughter. * Bevel 8:59 pm *laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *He remembers that trick.* Impact 8:59 pm *giggles* *debating keeping up that ruse* Yeah! That's me! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm [[Completed your mission at last?]] //...Hey, his tats are movin'.// Impact 9:00 pm Yes! Sorry I was late, Boss! Bevel 9:00 pm Because he is a shapeshifter! He can even move his tattoos. Whirl 9:00 pm *nods; he's perked up an infinitesimal amount--at least this movie has good music* That would be pretty neat to have, honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm [[He expects a report when this movie is over. Entertain yourselvf in the meantime.]] ((lmfao i wrote welcome cuz of the song)) Starscream 9:01 pm Hmph. At least this one /works./ Impact 9:01 pm Tanks, Boss! boomtank 9:01 pm -is many kinds of confused at all this- Bevel 9:01 pm He is awesome. Starscream 9:02 pm Unlike a certain couple I can think of who seem to be spending all their time riling up Dinobots. Whirl 9:02 pm Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Next election? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm //Not aaaaaall the time.// Tarantulas 9:02 pm *it's k blaster, tara's pretty confused too* boomtank 9:02 pm So...uh...how much did I miss? Starscream 9:03 pm *dryly* Often enough that the Eradicons on monitor duty have started placing bets on which one of you is going to get chewed to pieces first. boomtank 9:03 pm -oh good, someone else is confused too- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm //You tell 'em I said it's gonna be Frenzy.// boomtank 9:03 pm That's not normal King Starscream 9:03 pm Not anytime soon, I'm afraid. Starscream 9:04 pm Would you believe Ratbat says the same? Bevel 9:04 pm *laughs* Starscream 9:04 pm I'd tell you he says hi, by the way, except that would be a lie. Impact 9:04 pm *delighted clapping for the ocean* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[He would say he was pleased to hear that greeting, except that would also be a lie.]] Whirl 9:04 pm These things aren't on a schedule? Starscream 9:05 pm *actually didn't ask ratbat if he wanted to say hi before he left. but figured he didn't need to.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm //Anyway, we keep 'em outta Kaon mostly, don't we?// Whirl 9:05 pm Aww. They are. Tarantulas 9:05 pm *SO CUTE* Bevel 9:05 pm Adorable King Starscream 9:05 pm One has not yet been set up. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm //Naw, naw - our Kaon.// boomtank 9:06 pm Wow I...just...wow Starscream 9:06 pm /Mostly/. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm //Well, was our Kaon. The Kaon from here. Frag, y'know what I mean.// Whirl 9:06 pm *nods slowly and takes another draught of his coolant* Bevel 9:07 pm That is a cool boat. Whirl 9:07 pm It really is. Starscream 9:08 pm Just watch that you don't wander into Predacon hunting territory, either. We don't let them prey in urban areas. boomtank 9:08 pm -settles down and stares at all of this- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm //Are you crazy? I ain't dumb enough to rile Predaking.// Pause. //Frenzy, yeah, maybe. But I won't let him.// Whirl 9:09 pm *these little murder coconuts are ADORABLE* Oh, that reminds me. I still gotta fight him. Impact 9:09 pm Yaaay! Tarantulas 9:09 pm You're going to fight /Predaking/? Starscream 9:09 pm F-fight Preda—?! *HARSH LAUGH* Whirl 9:10 pm Yeah. We've got to set up a time and a place, but we're gonna have it out. Impact 9:10 pm I like his tattoo. Bevel 9:10 pm They are awesome. Starscream 9:10 pm And you've been drunk five days and getting advised by a medic who thinks you should get MORE drunk. Soundwave, do ALL your guests have death wishes? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Soundwave scans the room* Whirl 9:11 pm No, I have enough for everyone. Ratchet 9:11 pm Hey, I never advised that. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[Not -all- of them.]] Tarantulas 9:11 pm I don't THINK I have a death wish? Impact 9:11 pm I don't have one! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm [[He should hope not.]] *To both Tara and Impact.* Whirl 9:12 pm Like I said--enough for everyone. *hoists his canister in a toast* Tarantulas 9:12 pm So Whirl, /why/ exactly are you fighting Predaking...? boomtank 9:12 pm Death-wish what? Whirl 9:13 pm Because he looks like he could put up a good fight. And he's a flier worth tangling with--you don't see THAT every day. Much less one that could set you on fire. Sounds fun. Starscream 9:14 pm ... Hm. He DOES have enough for the whole room. Tarantulas 9:14 pm *squints hard* ...It's just going to be a skirmish, right? boomtank 9:14 pm Wait. Fighting Predaking? Why would you do that? Tarantulas 9:15 pm Ah, a /spar/. I meant a spar ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[This again?]] [[Wretched human services.]] King Starscream 9:15 pm ....a cliffhanger ending. boomtank 9:15 pm Spar, fight, both end up with mild cases of dead Or close to it Whirl 9:15 pm I guess you could call it a spar. I'm not going to try and KILL HIM, if that's what you mean. boomtank 9:16 pm Depending on the Predaking? He might not be so gracious Tarantulas 9:16 pm Yyyyes, that. Do tell me you at least have a good medic on standby for that. Whirl 9:17 pm He's been to some of the movie nights back... y'know. Before we started meeting here. Starscream 9:17 pm Hmph. Thundercracker has a more reliable projector set-up, and he shows his movies in the ruins of Kaon. Whirl 9:17 pm I've talked to him. Seems like an honorable sort. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[There is nothing wrong with his projector. It is the human service.]] Bevel 9:17 pm His movies were really fun. Is Thundercracker doing ok, Lord Starscream? Impact 9:17 pm *harrumphs at Starscream* Don't diss Boss's movie nights! boomtank 9:17 pm So just loss of limbs, huh? Tarantulas 9:18 pm You'll still need a medic for that, hyeh. Whirl 9:18 pm And well, no, but pfft, *I* won't need it. *lifts his head a bit and preens, but not very convincingly* Impact 9:18 pm *gonna keep up the deployer thing as long as possible* Bevel 9:18 pm *giggles at Impact* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *pings Impact a thank you* Bevel 9:18 pm Bigger monster. Impact 9:19 pm *happy* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm //Ew, Ratbats.// Whirl 9:19 pm And, loss of limb's no big deal. boomtank 9:19 pm ....wow okay, no ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm //Least they wasn't kissin' no aft.// Whirl 9:19 pm I've lost limbs in THERAPY SESSIONS before. all in your average day. *SNRK* Bevel 9:19 pm @Rumble: Ratbutts. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm @Bevel : //That's Starscream.// *Rumble suddenly giggles* @Whirl: //Starscreamatoa.// Bevel 9:21 pm *also giggles* Tarantulas 9:21 pm Oh, /eugh/ Whirl 9:21 pm *SNRK* @Rumble: Now, now. Don't insult the hideous crab. boomtank 9:22 pm .... I am many kinds of confused now Tarantulas 9:22 pm Crustaceans are /ridiculous/. Whirl 9:23 pm Crustaceans are GREAT. Well, my crustacean is. Starscream 9:23 pm *unimpressed* 😕 Whirl 9:23 pm And his crustacean. *nods to Rumble* boomtank 9:23 pm It's broken Tarantulas 9:24 pm What, are you talking about Killer? He's a /space/ barnacle, they're not biologically crustaceans Bevel 9:24 pm I have a flobster. I think it is kind of a crustacean even if it is a robot. Whirl 9:24 pm You don't know that. And--yeah, Bevel? I know a flobster. She comes by every now and then. Bevel 9:25 pm Really? Cool. Impact 9:25 pm I have one, too! Tarantulas 9:25 pm I DO know that, Whirl, they're not remotely the same ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm //He killed it!!// Tarantulas 9:26 pm *ooooh!! tara is impressed* Whirl 9:26 pm Poor thing. Bevel 9:26 pm *laughs* Shark head. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[He didn't know Megatron was in this.]] Whirl 9:26 pm Also, you've never even seen Killer. *SNRK* boomtank 9:27 pm -giggles- Starscream 9:27 pm ... Pfft. Bevel 9:27 pm Maui is much cooler than Megatron. Whirl 9:27 pm Agreed. Impact 9:27 pm What, nooooo, he's not! Tarantulas 9:28 pm Hyeheh. Nono, I've never seen Killer, but you said you might allow me the honor of taking care of one of their offspring...? Starscream 9:28 pm *mumbles* Looks more like Makeshift after five drinks. Whirl 9:28 pm EVERYONE is cooler than Megatron. Impact 9:28 pm *pufferfish face of affront* Bevel 9:28 pm Makeshift sounds fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm *Starscream's not wrong.* Whirl 9:28 pm Yeah, if you want one. And promise not to hurt it, or do any freaky experiments. Bevel 9:29 pm Megatron here was bad and a bunch of others. Maybe you have a nice one, Impact. Tarantulas 9:29 pm But of course, I /sincerely/ promise Impact 9:29 pm I found a nice one! Tarantulas 9:29 pm *says the lying liar who lies* boomtank 9:30 pm ............. Whirl 9:30 pm *he just nods* I'll see if I can't get you one, then. Bevel 9:30 pm 😞 Whirl 9:30 pm And if I find out you went back on your word I'll kick your ass, of course. boomtank 9:30 pm -marking this a something to NOT show to Sideswipe- Starscream 9:30 pm What makes him nice, did someone knock him over the head? Whirl 9:30 pm And, Impact--a likely story. I don't buy it. Impact 9:30 pm He gave me a dog! King Starscream 9:31 pm Hmph. Buying off people never works out in the end. People are too demanding. Impact 9:31 pm And he's full of determination and fighting against gross functionism stuff! Whirl 9:31 pm And your Megatron ISN'T the leader of the 'Cons? Genocidal warlord? Bevel 9:31 pm Nice Megatron? Um, he was from a negative universe. Tarantulas 9:31 pm Naturally, naturally. *nods pleasantly @ whirl* Starscream 9:32 pm Mine gave me a squad of silver Eradicon seekers. I still wouldn't call him /nice/. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm [[Of course, you no longer need call him anything now.]] Starscream 9:33 pm *glances at Bevel* Negative. Like Thundercracker's? With embers and so forth. Bevel 9:33 pm Yeah, like TC's place. Impact 9:33 pm Oh, like Blue Pa-er, Knockout's universe? Nah, he's from one like ours. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Soundwave's hands curl a little, but other than that he keeps watching the movie.* Bevel 9:33 pm *sorry Soundwave* Starscream 9:34 pm Hm. I suppose one from a universe like his WOULD be... tolerable, at least. Whirl 9:34 pm Anyway, kiddo, I don't buy it. Megatron's Megatron, no matter where ya go, Impact 9:35 pm *pout* Bevel 9:35 pm *pats Impact* Impact 9:35 pm *Small smile at Bevel* Starscream 9:36 pm *glances at bevel* I take it you've done quite a bit of exploring? boomtank 9:36 pm ...that didn't go well Impact 9:38 pm 😨 Bevel 9:38 pm I worked as a mercenary when we were trying to find here again. boomtank 9:38 pm ....yeah, that really didn't go well... Bevel 9:38 pm Bad, Maui. King Starscream 9:39 pm ((aaaaaaa boomtank 9:39 pm ((GRANDMA! Impact 9:39 pm grandma! Whirl 9:45 pm She's got guts. *tips the coolant in a toast* Impact 9:45 pm Chicken and Moana success! boomtank 9:45 pm Awesome! Bevel 9:45 pm Maui! boomtank 9:46 pm He's BACK! Impact 9:46 pm Maui's back! Back again! Maui's back! Bevel 9:46 pm *laughs* Whirl 9:46 pm Y'know. I've never fought a giant lava monster Tarantulas 9:47 pm That's probably for the best. Impact 9:47 pm She looks so cool when she does stuff with the ocean! Starscream 9:47 pm ... If the ocean can push her around everywhere, then why did she need the boat? Whirl 9:48 pm You have absolutely no faith in my fighting prowess, Tarantulas. *snorts* boomtank 9:48 pm /WHAT/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[Oceans are cold.]] Bevel 9:48 pm OH Starscream 9:48 pm Why didn't she just hold her breath, jump in the water, and get pushed in where the beast couldn't reach her? boomtank 9:48 pm They went all that way and.... Impact 9:49 pm Moana's gonna do a thing! King Starscream 9:49 pm ..did no one fact check this, Bevel 9:49 pm She turned into a monster when they took her heart 😞 Whirl 9:49 pm Yeah, what were they thinking? Not fact checking a movie about MAGIC and DEMIGODS? How strange boomtank 9:49 pm Wait, what? Bevel 9:49 pm *giggles* Starscream 9:49 pm ... Ah. Well, that would explain it. King Starscream 9:49 pm I meant the characters IN the movie, you airborn eyesore. Impact 9:50 pm *blows raspberry at starscream* boomtank 9:50 pm Hey, you're right Whirl 9:50 pm Half of the folks on her island don't even know they used to sail. Not surprised they don't know the esoteric secrets of the divine. boomtank 9:50 pm Oh...oh wow Impact 9:50 pm Wow! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Soundwave is damn fascinated by this.* King Starscream 9:51 pm Maui didn't notice that once he ripped out her heart she turned into an angry pile of lava? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm //He was kinda on the run, yeah?// Whirl 9:51 pm No, she didn;'t turn into it until he was escaping. Starscream 9:51 pm (("singing in foreign language," "chanting in foreign language," did nobody bother to google and transcribe the lyrics?)) Whirl 9:51 pm Also, pfft, we need one of those. Bevel 9:51 pm She came out of the ocean in front of him when he was leaving the island. Impact 9:52 pm *happy gasp* Head nuzzles! boomtank 9:52 pm ...that was oddly cute. Impact 9:52 pm Those are the best! Tarantulas 9:52 pm *gigglemumble* Chee-hoo Bevel 9:52 pm Yeah, they are. Ratchet 9:53 pm [[ that's been bothering me this entire time omg. lilo and stitch has the hawaiian lyrics in the subtitles ]] Impact 9:53 pm ((seriously)) boomtank 9:53 pm ((yeah Tarantulas 9:54 pm (( 😕 😕 😕 Bevel 9:54 pm [[and i'm sure the music writers would have been happy to share the lyrics if the captioner had asked Whirl 9:54 pm *also, he agrees with you Impact* *on the rare occasion he's in the mood for them* Bevel 9:54 pm [[since they probably had this captioned before the movie was out in theaters for movie goers Impact 9:56 pm *claps!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *If anything, this has impressed upon him that his desire to catalog events and stories is a good one* Bevel 9:56 pm I liked that. Impact 9:57 pm Good movie! Whirl 9:57 pm Mmm. boomtank 9:57 pm That was awesome King Starscream 9:57 pm It could have been worse. Bevel 9:57 pm And tonight was even better because Impact and Starscream showed up. 😄 Impact 9:57 pm *beams* Whirl 9:57 pm You're half right, Bevel. Starscream 9:57 pm *smug smirk* Impact 9:57 pm *helm bump for bevel!* Bevel 9:57 pm *sticks tongue out playfully at Whirl* *yay helm bumps* Starscream 9:58 pm *nice to know his fangirl still appreciates him. ... even if she's now BIGGER than him.* Whirl 9:58 pm *he cannot do the same, so he just tips his canister before he drinks some more* Bevel 9:58 pm *not even working with other Starscream could taint her appreciation for you* boomtank 9:59 pm -only now taking a look around the room- Impact 10:00 pm *stretches* Okay! Time for more "work!" Good night, everybody! Bevel 10:00 pm The music was really good. Night, Impact Whirl 10:00 pm Seeya, squirt. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm [[Goodnight, Impact.]] boomtank 10:01 pm G'night! Starscream 10:01 pm *just back from one mission and already heading out on another assignment? What in the world does Soundwave have her doing.* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *he may not know impact, but they get a little spiderleg wave anyhow* Impact 10:01 pm *waves!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Wouldn't Starscream like to know.* Ratchet 10:02 pm *stretches and stands* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm [[Leaving as well, Ratchet?]] Whirl 10:02 pm *re-assumes the Gargoyle Position* Tarantulas 10:02 pm *is he close enough to poke ratchet? cos he will if he can* Ratchet 10:03 pm That was fun. But I hafta head out, yeah. *nudges Whirl* You take care of yourself, hey? King Starscream 10:03 pm *looks over at the other Starscream* Are you going to be attending these in the future? Whirl 10:03 pm *nudges back* Seeya. *nods* Ratchet 10:03 pm *if Tarantulas is with Soundwave he is decidely NOT close enough to poke Ratchet* Tarantulas 10:03 pm *awwww* Ratchet 10:05 pm *but... small moment of hesitation, and then* Bevel 10:05 pm *enjoys the nice music* Ratchet 10:05 pm *ping ping at Soundwave* Starscream 10:05 pm I'm not certain. I'm not terribly fond of this place's usual clientele. Or the host. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *...................Return ping. Yes?* Whirl 10:05 pm The clientele's not fond of you, either. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Will ignore the remark about him.* King Starscream 10:05 pm Understandable. Well, perhaps we'll cross paths in the future, then. Starscream 10:05 pm But... I may be persuaded if I know that there will be a /couple/ of people here worth visiting. Bevel 10:05 pm *grins* Starscream 10:05 pm We shall see. Ratchet 10:06 pm @Soundwave ::Say hi to Prowl for me, will you? Seems like you see him more than I do these days.:: Bevel 10:06 pm I can visit you in Kaon too right? I am still not an Autobot or anything. *if that's still a thing anyway* King Starscream 10:06 pm *a nod of his head to Starscream and Soundwave, and then he's gonna be out of here like Maui* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Nods to Starscream.* @Ratchet: [[...Of course he will.]] Tarantulas 10:07 pm Hyeheh, /that's/ why crustaceans are inferior Starscream 10:07 pm *she isn't? Starscream supposes that makes sense, she IS a mercenary.* Of course. Kaon is open to visitors. ... Part of it, at any rate. King Starscream 10:07 pm ((THANKS FOR THE MOVIE Whirl 10:07 pm I wasn't paying attention. Ratchet 10:08 pm @Soundwave ::Right. Thanks.:: Bevel 10:08 pm Awesome. I will visit soon, promise. Ratchet 10:08 pm @Soundwave :: ... see ya.:: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *Tiny nod in Ratchet's direction.* Starscream 10:08 pm I'll be waiting. You still have my comm? Ratchet 10:08 pm *and now he will head out. good night folks.* Bevel 10:09 pm Um... *that is a good question* I do not think so. Starscream 10:09 pm *pings* Now you do. Bevel 10:09 pm *yay* *pings back with her own comm* boomtank 10:10 pm -stands up and stretches- Starscream 10:10 pm *it's changed. no wonder his "where did you go?" "are you still alive?" "hello??" "???" comms never got through.* Bevel 10:11 pm *her messages on her old comm are probably full of so many of those from so many people* Tarantulas 10:12 pm *flops on the floor, but he's intently waiting on whatever sw is apparently gonna choose to listen to/watch* (( OH DANG i love the original of this song i've never heard this aaghhgfd Whirl 10:13 pm *should probably leave, but he doesn't want to go back just yet* Starscream 10:13 pm *sees movement out of the corner of his optics, in the direction of the soundwave couch he's been trying to avoid looking at. glances at.* boomtank 10:13 pm -was going to leave but distraction- Starscream 10:13 pm *JUMPS* What in the WORLD is—?! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *Rumble nudges Whirl.* [[Starscream, Tarantulas. Tarantulas, Starscream.]] Bevel 10:13 pm *attention immediately drawn to video because neat dancing* Tarantulas 10:13 pm *good thing tara's in a good mood, he's just gonna snicker loudly at that* Starscream 10:14 pm It's covered in hair and tentacles! Tarantulas 10:14 pm I'm neither an it nor a they, thank you very much Whirl 10:14 pm *looks to him* Yeah? boomtank 10:14 pm Oh. It's Tarantulas. He's very sturdy. ((*it's only Starscream 10:15 pm *IT SPEAKS* Tarantulas 10:15 pm *it's BEEN speaking. r00d* Starscream 10:15 pm I don't care how sturdy it is, what IS it? ... He? Bevel 10:15 pm He yeah. Starscream 10:15 pm *HE WASN'T LOOKING* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //You wanna go get in a scrap somewhere?// Tarantulas 10:15 pm You could just ask ME, you know boomtank 10:15 pm He Tarantulas 10:15 pm Primus, I haven't had this bad of an introduction in a /long/ time Whirl 10:15 pm You know where to find one? boomtank 10:16 pm Maybe...try asking him? Tarantulas 10:16 pm *he's gonna wiggle his spider legs just for fun* boomtank 10:16 pm -Tara NO- Bevel 10:16 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm //Yeah, I do. Me 'n Frenzy're here, ain't we? Got one whenever we're around.// Starscream 10:16 pm *his face is about 60% nervous and 40% disgust* boomtank 10:17 pm He's fine. Seriously. He'd know himself better than most in this room Bevel 10:17 pm *oh Starscream* Starscream 10:17 pm *... they've got joints. those aren't tentacles, those are—* You. What are you, some sort of—of mutant arachnicon? Whirl 10:18 pm *snorts* That's a good point. *gonna toss his head back so he can drain the rest of the coolant* Bevel 10:18 pm I wish I could dance. This looks fun. Tarantulas 10:18 pm Pffthyeheh, no - but I don't really feel like explaining more unless you're willing to be properly civil with me Whirl 10:19 pm It does look fun. Alas. boomtank 10:19 pm Dancing is more about finding the beat than anything Then just go from there Starscream 10:20 pm *thinks he's being QUITE civil for someone speaking to what appears to be an unnatural freak* Whirl 10:20 pm *shrugs* Some folks got it, some folks don't. Tarantulas 10:20 pm *unnatural freak doesn't agree with u* Bevel 10:21 pm I do not really have it I think. *aw Starscream don't be mean* Whirl 10:21 pm You're not alone, mech. *1000% lying* boomtank 10:21 pm Aw, c'mon It's not really that hard? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[Feel free to show us.]] Bevel 10:22 pm *hasn't really tried dancing but she's very big and that makes things awkward enough moving around normally sometimes* Starscream 10:22 pm *but, fine. visibly shudders as he swallows back his disgust.* My... sincerest apologies. I'm merely unfamiliar with your, er... *vague gesture* Whatever you are. Whirl 10:23 pm *is actually quite good, if you like painstakingly accurate movement rather than something smoother and more graceful; but it is a Secret* boomtank 10:23 pm -Just /might/ do that Soundwave- Starscream 10:23 pm I would appreciate if you'd be so kind as to enlighten me. Tarantulas 10:23 pm *more loud snickering. this is good stuff* Chimeracon. I'm a chimeracon of my own - *oh damn he got distracted* *that totally looked like a spider* Bevel 10:24 pm That was awesome. Tarantulas 10:24 pm That WAS.... Starscream 10:24 pm *that's fine, so did Starscream* *... hm. not his usual style, but he could learn that.* Tarantulas 10:25 pm *shakes his head* Ah - yes. Of my own making, that is. All the chimeracons, actually Bevel 10:26 pm Chimera--can you breathe fire? Starscream 10:27 pm *wary look* I'm unfamiliar with... "Chimeracons." What are their defining features? *is hair one of them? are they all covered in hair? it actually looks organic, eugh* Tarantulas 10:27 pm Hyeh, no, the "chimera" part refers to the fact that I'm partially organic in addition to my Cybertronian frame *organic-ness confirmed* Starscream 10:28 pm *IT /IS/ ORGANIC?!* Tarantulas 10:28 pm *star u just gotta pet it and you'll understand why he made himself fuzzy* Bevel 10:28 pm Aw, ok. Starscream 10:28 pm *look if he wants organic fuzz he'll wear plant matter, animals are straight out* Tarantulas 10:29 pm I can do plenty of other things instead of fire-breathing, rest assured Bevel 10:29 pm *ur still cool in her book like SW's Chimera but fire breathing* Starscream 10:29 pm *face twitches as he tries, very hard, not to let his lip curl in disgust* Whirl 10:29 pm *looks to Rumble* Can't promise I'll be in, y'know. Top form. On account of being hungover. But, yeah. Let's get out of here. boomtank 10:29 pm -whelp. That didn't go well- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm //Sure thing. I'll call my bro; he'll be out in a sec.// Bevel 10:32 pm *wonders if she could shift into something like Tarantulus only obviously not organic* Whirl 10:32 pm I got a dance video you might like, Soundwave. Bevel 10:32 pm More dancing, yes! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm *Lifts his helm up and looks over.* Whirl 10:32 pm Light Balance: Dancers Light Up The Stage And Earn The Golden Buzzer - America's Got Talent 2017 Light Balance: Dancers Light Up The Stage And Earn The Golden Buzzer - America's Got Talent 2017 Ukraine dancers snag the coveted Golden Buzzer thanks to Tyra Banks! » Get The America's Got Talent App: http://bit.ly/AGTApp » Subscribe for More: http://bi... Tarantulas 10:33 pm It'd do you well to broaden your mind a little, Starscream. I'm certainly not the nastiest sentient being out there, by far. ....Hyeheh, /fairly/ nasty, but not the nastiest. Starscream 10:34 pm *HE'S PRETTY HIGH ON THE LIST* ... I'm sure. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[....Oh.]] Bevel 10:34 pm I met a really huge sentient jellyfish once! Whoa lights. Tarantulas 10:34 pm *ooh !!!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *Sits up and moves to the edge of his seat* boomtank 10:34 pm -whoa- Whirl 10:36 pm *glances over, amused* Figure'd you liked it. *like ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[...He will have to look for more, later.]] Tarantulas 10:36 pm Say, Soundwave, have you ever seen a Cybertronian put lights around their seams like that? Transforming would look /fantastic/ with that enhancement ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[...No, but he likes the idea of it.]] Whirl 10:37 pm Nice. I'd play an instrument that spewed fire. Bevel 10:37 pm Heh, fire breathing Tarantulas 10:38 pm *now tarantulas has one more thing to design and implement, heh* Starscream 10:38 pm ... Why are humans so /bizarre/? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm [[He attributes it to living on a planet made of Chaos.]] Starscream 10:38 pm *asks neither as a compliment nor an insult. just, vague baffled wonder.* Ah. Yes. Right. That was it. Whirl 10:38 pm They know how to have a good time, that's why. Tarantulas 10:39 pm The outliers of their cultures are the ones who achieve popularity on the internet, so this is hardly a good representation of the average human Whirl 10:40 pm *slowly tilts his head at this bizarre display* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm [[As far as apocalypses go, he could accept this one.]] boomtank 10:41 pm -watching in curiosity- Starscream 10:41 pm *shakes head* Bizarre. Outliers or not. Whirl 10:42 pm Ugh, not me. Not if it meant I had to listen to this whatever-it-is these people are calling music. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm [[He meant the dancing.]] ((tbh i mostly like this cause i imagine the star wars cantina to it)) Bevel 10:43 pm [[i love that video Whirl 10:43 pm Dance apocalypse is acceptable. If there's any kind of good music to go with it. ((I AM ENJOYING IT HEARTILY)) Starscream 10:43 pm Yes, well. Human music is ALWAYS incomprehensible. Whirl 10:43 pm There's some good stuff in there. Pink Martini. Give it a listen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm [[When the end comes, Starscream, Blaster, and himself will remember the rest of you fondly.]] Tarantulas 10:43 pm Give them time, they haven't had the chance to refine their styles ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm [[Or less than fondly, depending. But you'll be remembered, at least.]] boomtank 10:44 pm -okay, he's laughing. Thanks Soundwave- Whirl 10:44 pm I'll be among the first to perish. Tarantulas 10:45 pm I wouldn't call this /perishing/, if that's what you're referring to Whirl 10:45 pm No, I can't dance, is what I'm saying. So naturally, I'd be among the first to go. Tarantulas 10:46 pm Oh, that's quite a lie. You seem very well-coordinated Whirl 10:46 pm I can fight, and I can fly. Dancing another thing altogether. Tarantulas 10:46 pm *loud snickering omg* Bevel 10:46 pm Maybe you can just hop around and have it count as dancing. Starscream 10:46 pm *mumbles, as if it's a vaguely amusing joke,* a well-coordinated helicopter... Whirl 10:47 pm And I mean, c'mon, use your brain for a second, mech. *leans back and gestures to all of himself--the jutting anatomy and bizarre proportions* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *He knows they've seen this before, but, well. Starscream is here. He must be at least a little nice to his guest.* Bevel 10:47 pm *looks at Whirl, looks at Soundwave... says nothing* Tarantulas 10:47 pm *has never seen, this is beautiful to him* *the voice is pretty ding dang close* Starscream 10:48 pm *oh, sounds like his alternate* Tarantulas 10:49 pm That's why I said you're coordinated, Whirl. Given the frame you have, you DO articulate your parts splendidly Whirl 10:50 pm I was born with it. I'd hope I'd be used to it by now. *snorts* Well, most of it, anyway. Tarantulas 10:51 pm You COULD be clumsy, but you're not. It doesn't matter what you were or weren't born with Believe me, hyeh. I would know, of anyone boomtank 10:51 pm .............. Bevel 10:51 pm ...??? Tarantulas 10:51 pm Oh /please/ - Soundwave, can you NOT Whirl 10:52 pm Well, I'm not saying I'm CLUMSY, mech. If you think I've got some kinda--I dunno, hidden dance potential, go on and think that. But the fact is, you dance on the ground. I wasn't built for... the. Ground... *stares* boomtank 10:52 pm Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *Shake laughing* Whirl 10:52 pm What is. boomtank 10:52 pm /Seriously?/ Whirl 10:52 pm I think that's his sign for us to leave. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[Only testing the group's awareness.]] Starscream 10:52 pm *eh. it sounds no better or worse than anything else he's heard tonight* Bevel 10:53 pm Awareness of what? Tarantulas 10:53 pm I WAS paying attention, goodness, you don't have to low-grade meme me ....Twice. Twice now, apparently Bevel 10:53 pm Soundwave is a troll. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm *Actually, he just likes this one.* Tarantulas 10:54 pm *your taste is awful* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm *His taste is widespread and when you wrest control of the system you can put what you want on* Tarantulas 10:54 pm *give him a sec then* Whirl 10:55 pm *stands up and streeetches* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm \\WE GOIN' NOW?\\ From right behind Whirl. Apparently Frenzy CAN sneak when he chooses. Whirl 10:56 pm *winces, but not from surprise; sonar, don't you know* There you are. Yeah, sure, Let's bounce. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm //Whoo!// Whirl 10:56 pm *he's honestly not going to be much use in any fight tonight--there's no fire there--but he'll appreciate the company* Tarantulas 10:56 pm *tara's going to spam sw with this until he gives in and switches the song* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up (Official Music Video) - Listen On Spotify: http://smarturl.it/AstleySpotify Download Rick's Number 1 album "50" - http... Starscream 10:58 pm Go back to the dancing, it was better. Tarantulas 10:58 pm I wholesparkedly agree Bevel 10:58 pm Dancing was fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm [[He will, if Tarantulas will stop - do you -mind.- ]] Tarantulas 10:58 pm *snickers but stops* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm ((...wait wait wait)) Starscream 10:59 pm Put on some flamenco dancing. Tarantulas 11:00 pm F-flamenco? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm [[Let him look.]] Tarantulas 11:01 pm Gah, just /watching/ this is making me itch Bevel 11:02 pm I want to see more dancing like Maui was doing. Where he punched the ground and stuff. Starscream 11:04 pm *THERE it goes* Bevel 11:05 pm *was getting bored and now it got cool again* Tarantulas 11:06 pm *flopping lazily on the floor. not really his kind of thing apparently* *he MIGHT glance over from time to time though. that's some mighty flashy twirling* ...Is there some /reason/ you asked for flamenco in particular, your lordliness? Starscream 11:08 pm Because I /enjoy/ it, of course. Tarantulas 11:08 pm *snorts* Soundwave, you do realize the tarantella has nothing to do with tarantulas, correct? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[He knows. It amuses him anyway. Would you prefer a peacock spider mating dance?]] Bevel 11:09 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[Or perhaps this.]] Tarantulas 11:10 pm ................................ Bevel 11:10 pm Aw Tarantulas 11:11 pm That's an awful attempt at dancing and I feel sorry for the poor robot Starscream 11:11 pm ... Pff-ff-fff... *it's not quite a dancing monkey in a top hat, but it's a similar level of ridiculous* Tarantulas 11:11 pm *now he's on his stomach snickering in embarrassment into the floor* Bevel 11:12 pm *having hilarious ideas of making her mechanical scraplets dance like that* *not sure anyone would appreciate it* Tarantulas 11:12 pm In any case, peacock spiders would have no relation to tarantulas either, considering they're an entire infraorder away Starscream 11:13 pm PFFFF-- *covers his mouth* Stop that. I was nearly /thrashed/ because of that image, and it was your fault. Tarantulas 11:13 pm ???? *is clueless* Bevel 11:13 pm Thrashed? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm [[Mm. Yes. He apologizes.]] [[It was necessary, at the time. Let us find something else.]] Bevel 11:14 pm Maui dancing! Find stuff like that. Starscream 11:14 pm *sneer. yes, yes, necessary, he still doesn't appreciate it.* /Let's./ Bevel 11:15 pm *confused but let's the topic slide* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm ((please hold fighting kitten over wire chewing)) Tarantulas 11:15 pm (( KEET NO Bevel 11:16 pm [[keet plz ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm ((while i move out of the hall)) Starscream 11:17 pm *to Bevel* A wartime incident. I shall leave it at that. Bevel 11:17 pm Aw ok. Tarantulas 11:18 pm *glances up at screen now, LOUD snickering* *though it's a very good thing sw can't hear his thoughts right now* boomtank 11:18 pm -COUGHhackgigglesnort- wow... Tarantulas 11:19 pm Those are some IMPRESSIVE moves, Soundwave. I've never seen you dance like this before Starscream 11:19 pm *mutter mutter it's not that impressive* Tarantulas 11:20 pm *when you've got elbow plates that long it certainly is, pshh* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm [[Yes, well. Few give him reason to bother.]] Starscream 11:20 pm *he's got HIPS, doesn't he? Starscream doesn't see him working them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *Don't make him pull up That Footage, Starscream.* Bevel 11:20 pm Shockwave too. Starscream 11:21 pm *STARSCREAM'S PROMOTION DANCE LOOKED GOOD AND HE KNOWS IT* Tarantulas 11:21 pm Reason to bother? boomtank 11:21 pm -okay, he's recovered- Starscream 11:21 pm MUCH better. Bevel 11:22 pm 😃 Tarantulas 11:22 pm *SNRK* boomtank 11:22 pm -yep, more laughter- Bevel 11:22 pm [[ok they did a really good job animating this ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm [[It takes time and energy he rarely has to spare.]] Tarantulas 11:22 pm Oh goodness, something must be wrong with your wings, they're hardly twitching there Starscream 11:23 pm It wasn't a dance FOR wings. Tarantulas 11:23 pm Oh please Soundwave, it doesn't take THAT much energy to dance. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm [[It does when you spend most of your waking hours constantly moving or processing heavy loads.]] Starscream 11:24 pm And for your information, it's hard to do those spins with wings up like that and catching the air. It takes effort and discipline to dance without moving one's wings. boomtank 11:24 pm -and he's better now- Tarantulas 11:25 pm Certainly, certainly, Starscream. I have /no/ idea how you fliers do it, wings must be a /terrible/ burden to dance with Bevel 11:25 pm *has never seen any footage from the war, fascinated* Tarantulas 11:25 pm *hhhhhey these are some clips he recognizes and others he does nnnnnot...?* Bevel 11:26 pm *...* Tarantulas 11:26 pm What's THAT? *the sound weapon* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm [[Something he dearly misses.]] Starscream 11:26 pm *puffs up* Well. It depends on the dance, of course. Spins are the worst, of course—as are most dances designed with grounders in mind and that demand other frametypes keep their kibble rigid. Bevel 11:26 pm Sonic...um... scrap *forgot* Starscream 11:27 pm Resonator, wasn't it? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm [[Resonance. Blaster.]] Bevel 11:27 pm *knows she saw it in a data file once* Tarantulas 11:27 pm *that sarcasm went right over star's head didn't it* boomtank 11:27 pm Hmn? Oh. You were talking about the weapon. Starscream 11:27 pm I was close. *it was never HIS so he doesn't much care.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[But while he has your attention.]] Tarantulas 11:28 pm Resonance blaster? Whatever happened to it that caused you to miss it? Starscream 11:28 pm *and yes. the sarcasm sailed away into the stratosphere* Tarantulas 11:28 pm B-Blaster *snickers more* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[It doesn't matter. He won't be seeing it again.]] Bevel 11:29 pm Really cool, Blaster. boomtank 11:29 pm -more snorting laughter- Don't look at me! I'm a tank, not a boombox ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[Why is that, anyway? He has often wondered.]] Tarantulas 11:29 pm Alternates count, hyeheh boomtank 11:29 pm Hey, not complaining, he can dance ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[...Of course, your alternate here was a vehicle, but...]] boomtank 11:30 pm Wondered what? Tarantulas 11:30 pm @Soundwave: «You DO have to tell me more about the resonance blaster sometime. Just saying.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm [[Why you happened to be a tank while so many of your alternates are not. It is something that interests him about the multiverse. How many of his own alternates are tape decks, yet he flies. That type of thing.]] Bevel 11:32 pm I like that part about the multiverse. boomtank 11:32 pm Ah. I dunno, I just am. I was made as a tank, so... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm @Tarantulas: [[He will think about it.]] Tarantulas 11:33 pm *IT'S THE QUEEN* *THE QUEEN BEY* boomtank 11:34 pm -He has a better guess as to why, but he's keeping that to himself- Tarantulas 11:34 pm *don't mind him, totally not a beyonce fan, totally not trying not to dance a little* Bevel 11:34 pm *enjoyed that immensely* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm [[And you still carried cassettes...? Pardon him. He knows it is a sensitive matter.]] boomtank 11:36 pm .............. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm ((do y'all have any more suggestions or should i just go through random choreography vids)) boomtank 11:36 pm I have to go now ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm *Damn.* Tarantulas 11:37 pm *....hm* Bevel 11:37 pm Maui dancing stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm [[...Very well.]] Starscream 11:37 pm I believe we've recieved three requests now for maui dancing stuff. Bevel 11:37 pm Aw, bye Blaster. boomtank 11:37 pm -up and leaving- Good night. Thanks you for the movies Starscream 11:37 pm I shall add a fourth. *he's got his fangirl's back* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm ((yes and the mun is tired and missed them, is now getting to them)) Tarantulas 11:37 pm *spider paw wave from the floor* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm [[Goodnight.]] Starscream 11:37 pm ((gnight)) Bevel 11:38 pm [[night! boomtank 11:38 pm -absently waves on the way out- Bevel 11:38 pm *grins at Starscream* Thanks, Lord Starscream Starscream 11:39 pm But of course. boomtank 11:39 pm ((and mun is out! thanks for the fun! Tarantulas 11:40 pm (( night!! Bevel 11:41 pm *yes excellent* Tarantulas 11:42 pm *A+ humans, wonderful musculature, would dissect* Starscream 11:43 pm *you can see their flesh jiggle* Bevel 11:43 pm *could definitely do this kind of dancing, especially the shouting parts* *claps* Thanks, Soundwave! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm [[You are welcome.]] ((last one for the night)) Tarantulas 11:44 pm (( o7 Bevel 11:44 pm *sits forward to watch* Starscream 11:46 pm *oooh* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm *Humans have so many ways to dance... he really must do more research into how they all came about* Tarantulas 11:47 pm They're so precious... Bevel 11:47 pm *so much control to only move one part of your body* Starscream 11:48 pm *he'll give that much to humans: they have very flexible spines.* Bevel 11:48 pm *loves how versatile humans are* Tarantulas 11:50 pm *aw CMON you guys, it's not a crime to compliment humans out loud is it~* Starscream 11:50 pm *he's too busy watching to share his half-ass compliment* Bevel 11:50 pm *same* Tarantulas 11:52 pm The little one in the back - ! Starscream 11:52 pm ((the dancing smols...)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm ((adorable smols)) Bevel 11:52 pm [[ahh they're so precious Tarantulas 11:53 pm (( and all their hair is gorgeous ahhh Starscream 11:56 pm ((the one hoppy smol)) Tarantulas 11:57 pm (( im so glad ur showing this Bevel 11:57 pm [[same ty ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm ((same, thank you for snagging my attention)) Bevel 11:58 pm *claps* Tarantulas 11:58 pm *alas, fuzzy paws can't clap well, but he tries* Starscream 11:58 pm *a magnanimous nod* ... Moderately impressive. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *Places footage of an audience applauding on his screen.* Bevel 11:58 pm That was awesome! Tarantulas 11:59 pm *clicking in approval? or something ???* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *STOP THAT* Yesterday Tarantulas 11:59 pm *alright alright* I've never seen that sort of human dance before, that was /incredible/ ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *Looks over to Starscream to make sure he wasn't scandalized by that* Bevel 12:00 am *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am [[It was. He will look for more kinds in the future.]] Starscream 12:01 am *by what, weird mouth clicks? pff.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am *And wiggly mouthparts.* Starscream 12:01 am *wasn't looking* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am *LUCKY YOU* Starscream 12:01 am *tbh he still hasn't gotten over the HAIR EVERYWHERE* *the fact that tarantulas has a face so primitive as to be borderline obscene is taking a distant second place* Tarantulas 12:03 am *tara has n o c l u e* Bevel 12:04 am *to Tara* That was filthy! *a+ for obscene face gestures because it's hilarious, or good for scaring people* Tarantulas 12:04 am /Filthy/? Starscream 12:04 am What was? *looks over because of course he does* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am *Oh dear sweet Primus.* Bevel 12:05 am The stuff he did with his face! Like mlah! But maybe cooler since all his stuff is on the outside. Tarantulas 12:06 am My mandibles? But why /filthy/? I keep them quite polished *clickclickclick* Bevel 12:06 am Not that kinda filth--*burst into laughter* We have that stuff too! Starscream 12:06 am ... That's nearly /obscene./ Bevel 12:06 am Yeah! That. Tarantulas 12:07 am /Obscene/ - ? *my god, give him a moment to process this* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:07 am [[Nearly nothing. It is.]] Starscream 12:07 am You already look half-exposed, there's no need for you to make noise with it. Bevel 12:07 am It is supposed to be private stuff. I use mine to scare bots in other universes sometimes. They scream really loud. Starscream 12:08 am Well nothing's /unlatched/. I'd call unlatching the point of obscenity, personally. But it's... VERY close. Tarantulas 12:08 am /Yours/? Your - what? I'm missing out on something /highly/ crucial here Bevel 12:08 am *starscream explains this so much better than she can, she hasn't actually been around bots with them in ages so her grasp of the "etiquette" is limited* Starscream 12:09 am Tsk. Bevel, you shouldn't. Although I suppose it matters less in other universes, I've found they usually don't even know what it is. Bevel 12:10 am *was gonna just show Tara but now thinks Starscream or Soundwave might fuss at her. Or tell Ratchet.* Tarantulas 12:10 am *gonna stare/squint real hard at soundwave. what. is. it. what* Bevel 12:10 am *and she might be an adult but that won't stop the fussing* Mandibles and um, what is the word? Probosis? No, that is not it. *thinks* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am [[With a c.]] Bevel 12:11 am Yeah. Procosis? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am [[Proboscis, Bevel.]] Bevel 12:12 am ...oh! ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am [[Primus. Here. You two, avert your optics. He will educate the outsider.]] Tarantulas 12:12 am ....../Really./ So making noise with your mandibles is considered obscene? And - Bevel 12:12 am *for a shifter her grasp of anatomy is terrible* Private stuff. Starscream 12:13 am *mutters* Well if you're about to demonstrate, I'm not passing up an opportunity to have THAT mystery solved. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am [[Not -him.-]] He taps his visor. Bevel 12:13 am *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am *Also known as SHHHHH* Tarantulas 12:14 am *tara's trying not to tap or wiggle his mandibles awkwardly* Starscream 12:14 am *harrumphs* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:15 am *Soundwave nudges Tarantulas and points* Bevel 12:15 am *oh hey video* Starscream 12:15 am ... THAT'S how you choose to demonstrate? Tarantulas 12:15 am ....Could you show that again? Bevel 12:15 am Aw, I could have just shown him. Starscream 12:16 am You didn't have a video of somebody sipping their daily rations or something? Tarantulas 12:16 am *wink wonk he's messing with you but also still curious* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am [[He doesn't have any other clear videos on h-- you will NOT show him.]] Bevel 12:16 am *rolls optics* Ok. Starscream 12:16 am Eugh. Thing of nightmares. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am [[Yes, well. -That- was an abomination.]] Bevel 12:16 am Why? Was he sick? Starscream 12:17 am THAT is what happens when you take a corpse, fuse a human inside it, and load it up on half-developed synth en and dark en. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:17 am [[In laymen's terms: a bad idea.]] Bevel 12:17 am ...oh Tarantulas 12:17 am Well why would you show me an OUTLIER if we have a perfectly willing demonstrator right here? Starscream 12:18 am I'm afraid he had been far beyond "sick" for quite some time. Bevel 12:18 am Dark energon is the Unicron stuff, right? *the stuff that's purple to taunt her with its awesome colorness* Starscream 12:18 am Yes, it is. Bevel 12:19 am That sounds like a really bad idea. Worst idea. Starscream 12:20 am *grimaces* ... Awful, yes. Certainly one that we /now/ know should absolutely be avoided. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am [[He showed you an outlier because he is not having his guests behave in such a manner simply to educate you.]] [[After all, he wouldn't expect you to do it.]] Tarantulas 12:21 am Wouldn't expect me to what, open my mandibles? Bevel 12:22 am *nods at Starscream, continues to act like a young adult with no grasp of propriety and "proper" mandible behavior with Soundwave* Tarantulas 12:22 am You /have/ to realize I'm SORELY tempted to now ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am [[No - er, yes. But no, your - whatever /you/ have.]] [[Please, do not.]] Bevel 12:23 am *giggles* Tarantulas 12:23 am *lots of snickering* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:23 am *You're killing him, Tarantulas.* Tarantulas 12:23 am They're mandibles, yes, so at least the terminology is the same Starscream 12:24 am *grimaces* Please. Do demonstrate a LITTLE decorum. Tarantulas 12:24 am *he's snickering so much he has to cover his mandibles with his paws to keep them from wiggling* Starscream 12:24 am *yes, like that.* Tarantulas 12:27 am Bevel - I have a question, if I may? Bevel 12:27 am Sure! Tarantulas 12:29 am *calming down the snickering* How - hmm. Does your - wait, actually, I realize it'd be awfully /rude/ to ask you in front of these two, wouldn't it. Do you have a comm I could - ? *he's totally gonna ask to see her mandibles. for science. totes* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:29 am *As if he wouldn't overhear. He's Soundwave* Bevel 12:29 am *pings him with it* Tarantulas 12:29 am *but first the question of what is considered an adult* Starscream 12:30 am Ugh. Could you be a little /less/ gauche? Tarantulas 12:30 am I'm trying, I'm trying ~ Starscream 12:30 am Go find a Predacon or Insecticon to ask, /they/ don't have any taboos against exposing themselves. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am [[Not very well.]] [[Actually, he knows an Insecticon gestalt made of spider-like Insecticons...]] Tarantulas 12:31 am @Bevel : «I don't trust them not to lie for the sake of preserving modesty, but are you what your society considers a consenting adult?» Starscream 12:31 am You don't just—ask someone you barely know for their /comm info/ so that you can trade /mouth pics/ with them. Tarantulas 12:31 am *double take* Really now?? A gestalt? Starscream 12:32 am ... I /knew/ I should have been monitoring Shockwave more closely. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am *Soundwave flicks a hand* Bevel 12:32 am @Tara: Huh? Oh! Yeah, I turned two million like five thousand years ago. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am [[No, no. This one appears to be natural. A sort of mobile hive.]] [[Or so he says. He does lie quite a bit.]] Bevel 12:33 am That sounds really cool if it is true. Starscream 12:34 am Hmm. *odd, but what does Starscream know about Insecticons?* Tarantulas 12:34 am @Bevel : «Would you be terribly averse to me asking for a demonstration of your universe's oral array sometime? /Obviously/ not now, of course, and for purely scientific reasons.» Starscream 12:34 am *mutters* I ought to check in on what Shockwave's up to anyway. Tarantulas 12:35 am ...When you say spider-like, what do you mean, Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:35 am *Soundwave pulls a datapad out of his subspace, spends a moment uploading something to it with a feeler, and hands it to Starscream* Starscream 12:36 am ... I'm not paying for that. *he could check up on Shockwave himSELF, he's not going to go into debt to Soundwave over it.* Bevel 12:37 am @Tara: No, that sounds ok. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:37 am @Starscream: [[You broke your vow for Bevel. That is payment enough.]] *Shakes it.* [[And he means a set of spider-shaped Insecticons with multiple legs and webbing.]] Starscream 12:38 am *... fine, as long as he's already paid for it.* *takes datapad. it'll save him a trip.* Tarantulas 12:39 am *YESSS. score* @Bevel : «Many thanks! At your convenience, then. That's mostly all I wished to touch on.» ...They only have six legs, don't they. I KNEW it Bevel 12:40 am @Tara: You're welcome! ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am *Yeaaaah, he's not letting Tarantulas do that. Ratchet would murder him for letting Bevel be in danger.* *Not that she didn't face a lot of danger as a mercenary. But this is TARANTULAS.* *That's like Danger Danger, optional Will Robinson.* Bevel 12:45 am *also currently a pirate* *totally thinks she could take tarantulus in a fight, is probably definitely wrong* Starscream 12:47 am *he's part organic, just set him on fire* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:47 am *Go for the hair. Meat hair is flammable.* Bevel 12:47 am *so noted in the land of meta where bevel has none of this information* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:48 am *Soundwave stretches.* Bevel 12:48 am *should probably get going now that there's no music and stuff* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:49 am [[He must be heading to recharge soon. There are matters requiring his attention in the morning. And wayward spiders to scold.]] Bevel 12:50 am *will be getting out the door after bidding Soundwave and Starscream good night* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:50 am *Nods after her. And then there were two.* Starscream 12:50 am *well, he certainly doesn't want to be the LAST one in here with soundwave. skedaddles.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:50 am *That was easy!* Starscream 12:50 am ... I hope I shall see you soon in Kaon, Bevel. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:51 am ((mun missed that but says she totally acknowledged that and said yes)) Starscream 12:52 am ((just a few seconds too late)) Tarantulas 12:53 am (( omg why. my timing is awful ItsyBitsySpyers 12:53 am ((hello spide. if you have returned, it is only you and slend now)) Tarantulas 12:54 am (( let's just say tara gave a cheeky clickclick and was on his way too ItsyBitsySpyers 12:54 am ((ASS)) Tarantulas 12:54 am (( boi u better believe he's gonna play with this as much as he can ItsyBitsySpyers 12:55 am ((he's doomed. doooomed) Tarantulas 12:55 am (( :3c Tarantulas 12:57 am (( sweet dreams, sw ~~~

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Nothing Quite Like Jail Time As A Birthday Present

Red stuffed the rest of her little tree stump things into the small canvas bag. She didn’t have much, some leftover clothes, a small container of honey, and her few treasures. It wouldn’t take long to put everything back if Shahil said no.

Tension tightened her chest as she left the little tree stump. She spun the bangle Agni had given her what seemed like forever ago around and around her wrist. What if he said no? She’d remind him that she didn’t take up much room, and she was used to not eating every day, if that was a worry. Red knew Shahil would ask her what she wanted for her birthday, and this year she wanted to ask if it was okay if she moved in with him.

If he said no, she would ask if she could move into the shop. Again, it wasn’t like she took up much room, and she could definitely earn her keep helping out with sweeping or handling customers. But, to her, housing was such a big, necessary thing, and she wasn’t sure if it was the same with Shahil and his family. It didn’t seem like it, but they were from completely different class systems after all, and there was a huge difference between friendship and living together.

Her hollowed out stump, once too big and spacious, was started to get really cramped. Between Khanda and Shahil making sure she and the Littles ate every day, she’d gone through several growth spurts. Plus, with what they guessed to be her fifteenth birthday tomorrow, puberty was finally starting to kick in too, making her clothes fit in completely different, uncomfortable ways.

Red made her way out of the jungle cover for what would hopefully be the last time. She would miss the way the baby bunnies would cuddle with her for warmth, and those quiet sunrises… but not the freezing cold nights, or the rain, or even the occasional snow. The walk to and from the city each day wouldn’t be missed either.

If he said no, would he let her work at his shop? Or would she have to go to a brothel? A brothel would mean having to learn how to flirt, how to kiss, how to do more, and just… ew. Absolutely not. She could always ask Miss Annaisha how to read, then ask for a job at the library? Or ask Khanda if she could help on the airship? That wouldn’t take any learning.

Nothing against Khanda or Miss Annaisha, but Red didn’t quite trust them, not yet. They were nice and giving, true, but out of everyone, she was much closer to Shahil. He was quiet and patient with her, which was a stark contrast to Agni trying too hard to get her to like him. Push come to shove, living in the airship or in the library would be better than in her now too small, rotten log.

Red chewed on her cracked lip as she spun the bangle around and around. She made her way towards downtown; while it was safer to go around the main city, it also took considerably longer too, and she wanted to get to Shahil’s before the day got too hot. Her birthday, and the fall equinox, were tomorrow, but she knew why he wanted her over early, and that was to make her take a bath and braid up her hair. It wasn’t like Red would say no to the extra meals either.

She weaved through the crowds, careful to keep both her bag and her small satchel tight against her side. Both bags had a drawstring closure, but that wouldn’t stop any thieves, and she knew that from experience. There were more people than usual, thanks to the upcoming holiday, and Red twisted around someone walking slow, then spun around the corner… right into one of the guards.

“Why look at this,” he said, grabbing the front of her shirt and holding her up slightly.

“Let go!” Red yelled, pounding her fists on his arm. “I ain’t do nothing!”

WIth his other hand, the guard grabbed her left arm, the one with the gold bangle. “You obviously stole this from someone,” he said.

“No! It was a gift!” “Yeah, right,” he said, and Red knew something not good was going to happen. She focused on getting away, of what it would take to make him let go, and she felt her mark heat up which meant it was working. Needing a distraction, she twisted as she kicked, and her shirt slid out of his fingers. Her bare feet hit the ground, and Red dug down, ready to pounce away, but then another guard’s arms wrapped around her midsection and hugged her close.

“Assaulting a guard, on top of thievery. Tsk tsk,” the first guard said.

“Let go, I’m innocent,” Red cried out, trying to twist, but the arms around her just tightened in response, holding her good and tight and in a way she couldn’t slip away.

“That’s what all you street rats say,” said a voice in her ear, and the bangle on her arm came off, and no matter how much she pleaded or wiggled, Red couldn’t free herself. The guard holding her, annoyed at having to stop and readjust his grip every few moments, finally had some come by and cuff her upside her head. Red didn’t pass out, but confusion slowed her senses, and that was just long enough to walk the few blocks to the jail and throw her into one of the cells. One of the few female guards came in and stripped Red of everything but the clothes on the back, and even when Red begged her innocence, everyone ignored her.

——-

“Something’s wrong,” Agni said, walking right into Shahil’s house without knocking, holding a covered plate in his hands.

“How so?” Shahil asked.

Agni shrugged, and handed Shahil the covered plate. “Chef made Red an angel food cake!” He said brightly, taking off the dome covering. Shahil raised an eyebrow at the delicate looking cake with strawberries piled in the middle.

Shahil recovered the cake, a rarity they would all enjoy later, and put it in a cupboard for safe keeping. “Angel food cake?”

“Chef said it’s so soft, an angel could take a nap in it.” Agni went into his satchel and brought out some extra naan for dinner. “I had some last week, and he’s definitely right.”

“That’s for us?” Shahil asked, then added, “Any idea what’s wrong?”

Agni took a seat and nodded. “Something’s just wrong. I’m not sure. Nothing’s clear.” He rubbed at his mark. “I mean, today’s match ended up being rescheduled for tomorrow, but that shouldn’t set anything off?”

When Shahil turned his back to Agni, Agni added even more naan to the pile. “Where’s Red?” he asked, looking around the room.

“Dunno. Must be running late.”

“Not like her to miss out on a free meal,” Agni commented, adding yet another stack of naan as his friend glared at the back of his head.

Hours passed, and while Agni provided a welcome face to the dinner table, Red’s presence was definitely missed. No one was sure if something happened to her, but she’d been late to dinner before, and it was possible she messed up her days again, or was sick due to some bad food. But the day ended, with Agni refusing a slice of cake for the road before going home.

The next morning, Shahil and Maya made their way to the city to sell his trinkets. The equinoxes and solstices were days of celebration, bright colorful days that brought in a lot of travellers that could afford marked up prices. Shahil kept an eye out for Red, but she never appeared.

In fact, nearly a week passed before Agni made his way over to Shahil’s shop. “Red ever come by?” he asked, using a decorative hand fan to cool himself down.

Shahil shook his head as he added a few more logs to the fire. “Been swamped over the last few days, so I haven’t been able to look for her,” he said. “Plus your broken knee plate has been a challenge.”

“That was a dirty hit and you know it.” Agni had sensed the hit coming, but it had been too late; what would’ve smashed his wrist instead got his knee. Different place, but still damaging. It wasn’t like him to be so distracted, but with the warning bells already going off in his head, he couldn’t exactly focus on anything else.

“I never said it was your fault,” Shahil said, then looked at his friend. “You okay?”

“I’m still…” Agni gestured around, as if that would make any sense. “Something bad has happened. I think to Red? I don’t think she’s hurt, but she’s not here, and…” he sighed, more unsure than he’d ever been before. “Maybe we should look around for her tonight.”

Shahil nodded, then pulled his mask over his face and got back to work.

—————-

“Hey, psst. Hey, you!”

Red tapped against the bars next to her head, trying to get the attention of a kid on the other side of the hallway. He had his back turned to her, curled into a ball, but she could tell that he was a street kid just like herself. He wasn’t from her area, and she’d never seen him before, but maybe he could still help her.

She picked up a small stone from the floor of the cell and lobbed it at him. It bounced to the side, and Red huffed in annoyance. Grabbing another pebble, she tried again. This time it landed, and he uncurled himself and turned to face her.

“What?!”

“What’cha in here for?”

“Does it matter?”

“Wanna make some money?”

The boy raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Red pressed on anyway. “I’m friends with the town’s blacksmith, the one that does mech,” she said, hopeful, wrapping her fingers around the bars. “He’ll give you some gold pieces if you tell him I’m here.”

“Yeah right, and the Empress will throw a parade in my honor. Fuck off.”

“No, seriously, his name is Shahil, he has a mechanized toy cat sitting in the window that purrs and wags its tail, please you gotta tell him I’m here –”

The guard walking down the hallway hit Red’s fingers with his baton, causing her to yelp. “No talking.”

“Please,” Red silently mouthed, but the boy only turned his back on her again. In frustration, she kicked at the bars, but that only gave her a sore foot on top of her sore fingers.

————–

That night’s search party had to be put off thanks to the announcement that the Ardhu Titans had advanced into the semi-finals.

Agni sat on one of Shahil’s workbenches, leg extended. “I’m disappointed Red couldn’t eat any of the cake,” he mused sadly. “I’ll have to have Chef make her another one.” He looked up at the ceiling of the shop, the support beams looking like sooty pathways.

Shahil said something that he missed, and Agni brought his attention back to his friend. “Sorry.”

“You’re distracted. Why?”

“Somethings still off,” Agni said, flexing his mech knee slowly so Shahil could check the connections. “Usually there are a lot of different paths, like branches of a tree, and the correct one is glowing brighter than the rest. But… it’s tight there.”

Shahil extended Agni’s leg and loosened the screws slightly. “But?”

“But this time, I can tell something’s wrong with Red, but not what. Or where she is. Or what’s causing it. Everything is murky and distracting.”

“Tomorrow we’ll start asking around and see if anyone else has seen her,” Shahil said, pushing on the kneecap before making a few more small adjustments. Agni brought in his knee again and shook his head. “Tonight’s going to be a long night.”

—————

“Yo, street rat.”

Red didn’t look up from her knees from where she sat in the corner. It’d been about a week, the longest she’d ever been in jail. Most times they’d let her free after a day or so, usually with a scolding or with a kick on her bottom to make her stay away for a while, but this was just too much. It was loud, it was cold, and no one believed her when she said the bangle was a gift.

“Hey, street rat! What are you, deaf?”

“My name’s Red,” she mumbled, but the guard either didn’t hear her or care. He opened the jail cell door and walked over to where she was before grabbing her by her hair.

“Let go, that hurts!”

“You’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” he said, and she tried to twist around, but he lifted her up to her toes by the fistful of her hair. “Do you know what dirty creatures have? They have bugs.”

That’s when Red noticed the other guard in the cell with them, brandishing a pair of sharp scissors. Her eyes widened and she tried to punch or kick the guard, but a tight hand on her throat stopped that quickly.

“Don’t,” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. Her hair was longer now, past her shoulders, and when Maya helped her brush it, the dull black strands turned into a shiny soft waterfall. “I don’t have lice anymore, my hair is clean, let me go –”

The hand tightened around her neck even more, and it got hard to breathe. “Shut up,” the mean guard said, and that was when the snipping started. Tears hit the floor, joining the chunks of hair. If it wasn’t for the scissors so close to her head she would try to move away, the cell door was open after all, but her bandage had been stolen from her a few nights ago and they would see her mark. There was nothing she could do except wait for them to finish.

And finish they did, leaving Red’s hair cut close and haphazardly to her scalp. The guard holding her by the throat tossed her onto the floor, and the two of them left, laughing as she wheezed and coughed.

————

First stop on the ‘Let’s Find Red’ list was talking to Khanda and his floating food ship.

“Haven’t seen her in awhile,” he said, handing out bowls of food to the kids crowding his knees. “But then again, she never did come by every night like some of these cuties.”

A little boy with snot smeared across his face asked, “Is the pretty story lady coming today?”

“Not today, little one. She’s sick.”

Khanda turned his attention back to Agni and Shahil, frowning in worry. “Maybe she’ll be by tomorrow? Otherwise I don’t know.”

Defeated, the pair turned away.

The next day all Khanda had to do was shake his head sadly for them to know that Red hadn’t come by. However, Annaisha was there, sitting on a small stool, tuning her sitar.

“Hi guys! Heard you’re looking for my little cabbage, but I haven’t seen her around at all.” She plucked at a few strings, and winced at the sour tone. “Red used to sleep under the tables a lot, but that’s usually only when it’s rainy.”

“Well, if you see her, let me know,” Shahil said, frowning.

“Of course! Whatever you say, my little marshmallow. You know, you both are welcome to come by the library any time! I’m sure my patrons would love having someone come and talk to them about blacksmithing or making things into toys. As for you, Agni, I’m sure we could find something for you.”

Khanda let out a hearty laugh at that, causing Agni to pout. Shahil shook his head and led the both of them away. To where, he wasn’t sure, but this was a dead end.

——————-

Red sat in her little corner, absentmindedly scratching at her old scars. She’d been here nearly two weeks, the small scratches on the wall helping her keep track of the days. This was horrible, longer than any other time she’d been in here, and she wasn’t sleeping well because of the noise. The guards also kept ‘accidently’ spilling her food tray at meal times, and they weren’t giving her enough water, causing a dull headache to form behind her eyes.

One of the newer guards, fresh faced and skittish around the prisoners, turned down the hallway. Even though it wasn’t allowed, Red called out, “I learned my lesson, can I go home now?”

The mean one, the one who Red originally bumped into, turned around the corner as well, and she quieted down, hoping he didn’t hear.

Luck wasn’t on her side, as he came right up to her cell door. “What home?” he laughed.

Red didn’t answer.

“You know, if you just confess yo-” the younger guard said, gaining an elbow in his side for his words.

Tears welled up in Red’s eyes, and she blinked them away. “I didn’t steal anything,” she repeated for the hundredth time.

“I didn’t steal anything,” the guard mocked in a high pitched voice. “I’m innocent, it was a gift, I didn’t mean to assault the guard, I definitely haven’t been here before for stealing.”

He was right about being here before, but those times were long in the past, and usually coincided with extremely cold weather. Red curled tighter into a ball, defeated. If they didn’t believe her about the bangle being a gift, they definitely wouldn’t believe her when she said she was friends with Shahil the blacksmith. And it would be impossible for them to think she was friends with Agni.

“We’ll have a gift for you real soon,” he said as he nudged the other guard along. “It’s called a rope necklace.” Red’s eyes widened when he put his fist near his neck, tilting his head to the side. She swallowed nervously, and he walked away laughing.

They were going to hang her!? For a crime she didn’t actually commit? Maybe he was joking, but then again, why had she been here for so long? Why hadn’t her friends found her yet?

The what-ifs and whys circled around her head. For the first time she could ever remember, Red buried her head in her hands and cried, afraid of what was going to happen to her.

——————

Night slowly arrived. Usually Red would try to get some rest, but with every guard that walked by her cell brought along another surge of panic - were they going to hang her now? Was this how it ended, not in a blaze of glory but with a short fall with a quick stop?

Maybe she would have to use her powers after all. The bright white glowing would be dangerous in the poorly lit jail cell, but it would be her only choice. Red chewed on the side of her thumb, thinking it all over. If she was caught escaping, especially with a glowing arm, she would definitely be put to death. But then, if the guards were to be trusted, she would die anyway. Maybe they were just trying to scare her? But why hadn’t they let her free?

Try to escape, or just roll over and die. Or maybe not die. Or maybe be stuck here forever. Red sighed and rubbed at her eyes. She wasn’t one to just give up, not after all these years living on the street, so after the next guard rotation, Red moved over to sit next to the bars. She didn’t like sitting by the cell door, because some of the meaner guards like to pull on her hair or make uncomfortable remarks about her body. There was even one guard who dragged his baton on the bars late at night.

Red settled down, trying to get comfortable. She had never tried to do something this complicated before: trying to move through the jail bars would be much, much harder than wiggling out of someone’s grasp. It wasn’t ideal, but she put her left hand over the mark on her right wrist, then grasped the bar with her right hand, placing her head against the bars.

Instead of focusing to get away, Red instead tried on focusing on getting through. It was the same concept, as she wanted to get away from jail, but her mind kept wandering. What if it didn’t work? What if she got caught?

The best way to stay calm is to meditate, Shahil told her one time, and Red breathed in for a count of four before holding it. However, the thought of Shahil just made her throat tighten up more. Why hadn’t they found her yet? Agni was usually so spot on when it came to his intuition, so he should’ve been there for her at least a week ago. Maybe they were glad to be rid of her?

You were on your way to Shahil’s for a birthday party, she reminded herself, and not everyone gets a birthday party. That was a thing friends did for each other, and that meant he was your friend. Right?

Red sniffled, then breathed out on a count of four, and held it again. She would have to worry about all of that once she was out of here. Birthday parties and friendships wouldn’t matter if she didn’t make it through the next day.

Breathe in for a four count, hold for a four count, out for a four count, hold for a four count. It took a while for her breathing to settle into the correct pattern, and for her mind to stay focused. After being on edge for so long, it was hard to stop paying attention to every noise or movement. Red could feel her mark warm up and start glowing, and her concentration faltered for a moment.

Pulling herself back together, Red waited until the guard’s footsteps faded away. She would only have about ten minutes before someone walked by again, and with the clock pressing against her, Red tightened her grip on the bar. In, hold, out, hold. In, hold, out, hold. In, hold, out, hold. In, hold, out, hold, and through

Several things happened at once. A flash of bright white light emitted from her arm, and Red felt herself falling forward. She brought out both hands to stop her fall, and the light disappeared, and now she was face first on the hallway floor. Red laid there for a moment, breathing in the dust of the hallway, shocked it had worked.

But when she tried to pull her knees up to her chest, her left ankle refused to move. Red twisted around and swore under her breath when she realized her foot was stuck under the bars, in the little gap. “No no no no,” she whispered, tugging at her leg, but it was properly stuck. She could pivot around her leg, but there wasn’t enough room to wiggle it free.

With time against her side, Red bit down on the collar of her shirt to muffle any noises she might make. She braced her right foot against the bars and kicked back. Chunks of skin scraped off, thanks to the rough bars and even rougher concrete, and by the time her foot was out, she could already feel the blood beading up. That would leave some new scars, Red knew, but she didn’t have time or extra cloth to wrap it.

Now the choice was to either go down the hallway that lead towards the back of the jail, which was the way the rotations always walked. That would give her more time, but a considerably higher chance of being seen, either by the guards or by someone else in jail. Taking the other route meant a shorter path, with the door to the outside only a few turns away, but that was where the guards came from, and there was usually a posted guard or two at the front door.

Well, she could always wiggle away if a guard caught her, and with that settled, Red stood. She couldn’t put much weight on her left foot, but if she balanced on the ball of her foot it was tolerable. Limping towards the hallway, Red paused to see if there was any oil lamps in the distance. There wasn’t, so she turned the corner and continued limping along.

Two hallways left, and now one hallway left, and she was near the end of the cells when it happened. One guard came around the corner, with the oil lamp held out in front of him.

“Fuck,” she said the same time the guard yelled, “Jail break! Stop!”

Red charged at him, thinking she’d be able to fake left and get around him on the right. However the blood from her ankle was slicker than she thought, and she slipped, crashing down on her side. The guard pounced on her, and Red tried to get away, with the front door so, so close now, she didn’t want to die, she couldn’t die, not like this –

Warmth and faint glowing came from Red’s right wrist, and she swore again, trying to twist away, but the glowing just got brighter. She couldn’t get caught as a Star Warrior, she’d heard stories of people being tortured or burned at the stake for telling stories before. Against every instinct in her body, Red stopped struggling.

Footsteps came running down the hall then, and the only female guard Red had ever seen work here rounded the corner. “The hell?”

“Open a cell before she gets away,” the guard twisting Red’s arm behind her back. It didn’t take long for the cell to open, and between the two of the guards, they easily picked her up and tossed her onto the floor.

“How did you get out?” one of them asked, but Red didn’t answer, only curled herself into a tight ball at the clanging of the door closing. They asked again, this time tapping their baton against the door, but again she didn’t answer. She’d been so close!

“It doesn’t matter,” said the female guard after a while. “She’ll be hanged tomorrow anyway.”

——————-

Shahil always dreamed. It was never of anything important, just muddled retelling of the day’s work or residual surges of emotions of his family members. He couldn’t hold up his mental blocks while he was sleeping.

Which meant Shahil felt the moment someone entered his bedroom. His eyes snapped open.

“Agni, why are you in my bedroom?”

Agni seemed to jump several feet in the air before laughing. “You scared me!”

Shahil sat up and rubbed at his eyes. “That didn’t answer my question,” he said, taking a few seconds to pull up his blocks as his friend went over to light one of the oil lamps.

“I know where Red is. We got to go get her right this instant.”

That got Shahil up. He hefted up his bed, and hid it in the metal cabinet he’d created with scraps of unneeded material. Even if they were going to rush out at… two in the morning according to his clock, he still didn’t want his dad to have to move the heavy bed on his already damaged back.

“Explain?” Shahil asked, tugging off his shirt to put on a new long sleeved one for the day. “So, I was sleeping, and suddenly Red was in my thoughts, and she was in a jail cell bleeding and crying,” Agni said as Shahil tugged on a new pair of pants as well, then went rummaging around in his dresser for a clean pair of socks. “I don’t know how long she’s been there, but someone in the background said they were going to hang her in the morning! So then I had to come get you first, mostly because there’s a little bit of time before morning, and I know she likes you a little bit better, and anyway, did you know the streets are empty of cars this early?”

“Cars?” Shahil asked slowly, tugging on his socks. Waking up this suddenly meant a very slow Shahil.

“Well, yeah, I brought the car. It’s faster than walking. I’ll have to have someone clean it later, your roads are very dusty around here. Are you ready?”

Grabbing his satchel off the hook by the door, Shahil nodded. With a small pause near the door to kick on both of their shoes, and another apology to Maya for waking her up, the pair made their way outside and towards the city.

——————–

Using her powers drained Red. Usually it was small bursts, like a yell in the middle of a normal conversation, but what she did, going through the jail bars… that was a lot harder. She lay curled in a ball, dozing in and out even though she wanted stay awake. Her ankle hurt, her head hurt, her everything ached and throbbed.

At least she tried. It failed, but she tried.

There was a guard posted outside of her jail cell now, to make sure she didn’t try to escape again. They had nothing to worry about, not with how empty she felt. Red couldn’t even muster up the energy to wipe away the leaking tears from her face.

She struggled to keep her eyes open, and finally lost the battle, falling into a light sleep. Red could hear the guards walking by, and voices, but didn’t react to any of them, too tired to care.

Shahil’s voice entered her thoughts, and she sniffled. She wouldn’t be able to thank him for being so patient with her, or thank Miss Saanvi for all the nice meals, or Maya for all the clothes. She wouldn’t even get to thank Agni for being such a good, however obnoxious at times, friend.

His voice got louder, and Red sobbed, curling tighter into a ball. Guilt washed over her, on top of the ache and pain. This was torturous, stabbing straight at her chest, knowing that she would never get to see them again.

And then Agni’s voice was there too, yelling at someone, and a guard was yelling back, and Shahil’s tone filtered through as well. Groaning, Red moved to a sitting position, her heavy head held up by her hands. Maybe her hallucinations would go away if she woke up a little.

“What the hell?” said the guard outside of her cell, and Red looked up. It wasn’t the Head of the Guards outside her jail cell, here to bring her to the hanging post like she expected. Instead it was Shahil, holding a set of keys, his eyes wide at her condition.

“Agni, you have to see this,” he said tensely, and Agni came around the corner as well, his fancy clothes a stark contrast to the gloomy walls, with a guard a step behind him.

As Shahil thumbed through the keys, Agni spun around to face the guard. “Explain yourself now.”

“What is there to explain? She’s here for thievery, assaulting a guard, and attempting to escape from jail.”

Finally coming to her senses, Red spoke up. “They said I stole the bangle you gave me.”

“That bangle was a gift to her,” Agni said, in a cold voice Red had never heard him use before.

“How were we to know that?” the guard asked. “She’s just a street kid, they always lie.”

Shahil finally found the right key, and with a soft click, he opened the cell door, using his body to keep the door opened. Red slowly got to her feet, her balance unsteady, her gait uneven with the limp. Standing up helped clear her foggy mind slightly, and she made her way over to Shahil. The guard talking to Agni tried to close the jail door on her, but Shahil’s stocky frame stopped him from getting far.

“She can’t leave, you can’t do this!” The guard said, and Agni responded that with a quick, “I’ll pay triple for whatever mayhem you say she caused.”

“What happened to your leg? And your hair?” Shahil asked, his fingers coming close but not quite touching what little hair she had left.

“They said I had lice, and they cut it off!” Red said, tearing up. “They wouldn’t believe me when I said I didn’t.”

“Triple for her damages, you said? That can be worked out, follow me,” the guard stated, turning towards the hallway.

Red took another few steps, but then had to stop, as the wound on both sides of her ankle opened up again. Shahil saw this immediately, and reached out to scoop her up, much like a father scooping up a child ready for bed. “Careful,” he murmured, and she knew exactly what that meant: if they touched skin-to-skin, both of their marks would flare up. She nodded, resting her head against his shoulder.

“I want my stuff back,” she said as they walked into the reception area.

“What stuff?” Shahil asked as Agni repeated, “She wants her belongings back.”

“My satchel,” Red said, “and my clothes and my treasures and my honey and my bangle.” It wasn’t much, but it was hers.

“We had reason to believe she had lice, so we tossed it,” the guard said, and Red’s eyes went huge.

Anything Red could’ve said, had she not been in shock, wouldn’t have been as effective as Agni’s ice cold voice returning. “Shahil, take her home. As for you,” Agni took a step towards the guard, “I want to speak to your supervisor. Now.”

“Sir, it’s not even three in the morning and-”

“And I don’t care. I want to speak to your supervisor this instant. In fact, I want your supervisor’s supervisor as well.”

As the guard came up with more excuses as to why he couldn’t just wake up his superiors at this time of night, Shahil carried Red outside. “What happened to your ankle?” he asked again.

“I fell.” His raised eyebrow exposed her lie, but he didn’t correct her.

Shahil looked over at Agni’s car, parked crooked on the street. “He didn’t bring a driver, and I don’t know how to drive, and he’s probably going to take a while, so… walking it is.”

“I can walk,” Red said, and the eyebrow raised up again.

“You weigh less than some of my tools,” he said, and Red smiled into his shirt. She tucked both of her arms to her chest, trying to gather up some of his body heat. They walked in silence for a long while, and Red felt herself dozing off again. Shahil was so warm, and safe, and the still night, however colder than the jail cell, was much quieter.

“You’re going to live with me now,” Shahil said, and Red fluttered her eyes back open. “No more of this not being safe, you hear?”

“That’s what I planned on wishing for,” Red whispered, and her throat closed up, and she sniffled. She held herself together… that was, until Shahil murmured, “Oh Red, it’s okay, I got you,” and that’s when the tears fell, silently at first, and then huge heaving sobs, with Shahil holding her close and tight the entire time.

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