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Post by Holi-3 on Dec 6, 2008 21:40:05 GMT -5
The good thing about radio duty – and being stuck with it – is at least Holi has sanction to stay out of the combat zone. Implicit sanction, maybe, because he can't very well keep the Prime in contact with his favourite eye in the sky if he's been KO'd by some pounder twice his size. But Holi will take what he can get if it means he survives that much longer, and an excuse to avoid direct combat is golden.
He's almost tempted to ask if Bambi has any bets on who'll come out on top in the battle, but he has no idea if she's the wagering sort. And he doesn't really have anything he's willing to lay down for the pot.
"…So," he tries awkwardly, then stops for lack of anything to say at the moment. Another false start passes before he just blurts out the first topic that comes to mind. "Uh. You… look better without that stupid leash."
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Post by Bambi-3 on Dec 7, 2008 9:50:45 GMT -5
Bambi is sitting in robot mode, out int he dust black desert. Her legs are up, knees drawn against her chest. Her chin rests atop her knees, and her arms are wrapped around her legs. She looks vaguely bored and disgusted with the world, but only vaguely, as if the world is undeserving of her full attention.
Lizard eyes, unblinking, flick over at Holi as he tries to make conversation. She moves one of her hands to her back, feeling where her dinosaur head is collapsed behind her, and she replies, "Thank you, Holi. I, Bambi, much prefer my look without that burden, myself."
OOC: Bambi-3 is out of the Beseeching thread.
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Post by Holi-3 on Dec 8, 2008 19:34:47 GMT -5
OOC: Er, sorry, forgot to note. Holi-3 is also out of Beseeching.
Cars can't really shrug, but Holi makes his best approximation with a rolling sort of dip of his axles.
"Can't blame you." Honesty, or just trying to ingratiate himself? Sometimes, these days, even the Micromaster has trouble knowing which it is. Though having a Dinobot who at least doesn't want to murder him on sight wouldn't be so bad.
And did one of their "allies" really just shoot the Prime? Really? Oh, that's rich. Hope that moron likes being a grease stain on the desert floor.
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Post by Bambi-3 on Dec 9, 2008 9:39:08 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going to assume that Bambi-3 can now hear the appropriate channels for an Autobot-3
Her voice slightly sharp but carefully level, Bambi observes, "It would seem that your allies do not like your people much." Oh, she wonders why. If they treat their own conscripts so brutality, she scarcely expects them to be better to their allies. It's also telling that she says 'your' and not 'our'. She does not include herself in such nonsense.
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Post by Holi-3 on Dec 10, 2008 18:59:27 GMT -5
The smallish cop car has a couple of sore little hot buttons. Bambi has just tapped one.
"They aren't 'my' people," Holi says in a deliberately bland tone that doesn't at all match the sudden surge of venom and anger he feels. Count on a Dinobot to make a dense assumption like that. "They're from Cybertron," he carries on just as conversationally after a tense pause to listen in to the radio. Looks like he's still just sitting on it. "I'm not." And damned glad of it.
Things really are turning just a bit messy out there. He's quite glad he is where he is, even with a Dinobot who might decide to take him out because it amuses her.
"How about you?" he wonders with a bored sort of cheer.
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Post by Bambi-3 on Dec 12, 2008 18:12:16 GMT -5
Bambi still expects Holi to brutally kill her some day. Possibly Sweeney Todd style.
She eyes him carefully, nothing how he carefully specifies that the Autobots are not his people and that he's not from Cybertron. Bambi steeples her fingers under her chin and hmms thoughtfully.
She replies, meeting question with more questions, "You are not an Autobot, then? Where are you from? Must you be from Cybertron to be an Autobot?" Her optics light curiously, and she places a hand on her chest. "I, Bambi, was manufactured and animated on a planet called Earth by the natives. I, Bambi, am a Dinobot," not an Autobot.
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Post by Holi-3 on Dec 14, 2008 2:36:15 GMT -5
From Earth, huh? Nothing good comes from Earth as far as Holi's concerned, but since she's a Dinobot, that's kind of a given.
"I've been to Earth," he slowly replies with the same boredom and none of the former cheer. That miserable dirtball has no happy memories for him. Except maybe watching God Ginrai waste away. That was something. "I'm from some little out of the way dump. You've probably never heard of it." Nobody else has. He adds, tone implying subtly that it isn't so much was not as am not, "I wasn't an Autobot until they showed up. They had a really good recruiting drive."
Handily, his auto mode isn't very expressive when he holds still. Just a talking car. The idea used to have some novelty when he could scare the occasional human.
"Turns out they could use some Micromasters around the ranks."
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Post by Bambi-3 on Dec 23, 2008 18:37:36 GMT -5
Bambi smirks slightly and replies, "Perhaps, I, Bambi, have never heard of it but perhaps not. Do try me."
Knowledge is power, and however powerless they may try to make her, if they try to take her knowledge, there won't be any her left for them to torment.
She notes dryly, "Ah, yes, The press-gang. How positively Civil War England. You are a Micromaster, then? What are the key characteristics of this designation?"
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Post by Holi-3 on Dec 24, 2008 21:20:54 GMT -5
On one hand, Holi decides, someone's interested in him. On the other hand, someone's interested in him. There's no good way to take this. If he keeps blabbing like this, Bambi's bound to find something she can use against him. If he clams up, she'll probably just beat the info out of him.
Crap. Well, where he's from is a matter of record by now.
"Micro," he says off-handedly. That his homeworld is considerably larger than its name implies is beside the point. "It's called Micro." Yes. His entire race is named as masters of their shiny little planet. It'd be kinda funny if it wasn't so hysterically ironic.
Key characteristics? Well, this is a gimme.
"The key is we're small," he adds as if that should have been obvious from the off. Small and easily overpowered because no matter how many defence bases they build or how much manpower they amass, the Cybertrons have bigger, nastier, deadlier guns. And combiners. "That's about it." He shifts a little, turning slightly to get a better view of the fight. "And since when did Transformers come from Earth?" Might as well try the quid pro quo approach.
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Post by Bambi-3 on Dec 31, 2008 22:04:05 GMT -5
Tit for tat, scratch my back, I scratch yours?
Ah, but Bambi is still expecting to find her back stabbed someday.
She notes mildly, "Small and from Micro." She, after all, is not much taller than he is, and clearly, he does not consider her to be a Micromaster. She smiles faintly, "Since Professor Issac Sumdac blackmailed Megatron into helping him create some exceptionally advanced animatronic dinosaurs."
What's it matter if Holi knows? He's going to kill her, anyway.
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Post by Holi-3 on Jan 3, 2009 2:42:01 GMT -5
"Yup," answers Holi. Small and from Micro. "That's pretty much it."
He doesn't really get a chance to ask about the blackmailing thing – thought it does sound like the smart thing to do where the bulks are concerned, even if he can't stand humans – before searing darkness washes over the world. Low to the ground as he is and tucked carefully behind cover, the flames only lick across his light-bar, but it's enough to warp and melt the polymer and he isn't ready for it. It sends him backwards, tighter into his hidey-hole, with a startled screech. Oh, when he has a chance to steel himself, he can put on a decent poker face, but at the core, he's a coward. A miserable little coward who's only still around because he makes a serviceable switchboard.
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Post by Bambi-3 on Jan 3, 2009 20:23:21 GMT -5
Bambi stands up with a start, rising from her sitting position even as the flames rise. She hisses severely, "Cowering in a hole will not save you if the flames follow you in there."
She ignores the fire blistering her paint and darkening her mind. Bambi attempts to grab the Micromaster and drag him off somewhere that is less on fire, shielding him from the flames with her own body if need be for the simple reason that it might make him struggle less.
Despite the pain, she adds calmly, "We are to keep the lines open. The reception in that little hole must be abysmal."
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Post by Holi-3 on Jan 4, 2009 12:08:58 GMT -5
Not only is the world trying to turn Holi into a pile of molten slag, the Dinobot's got him by the front wheel wells and she's trying to haul him away so she can render him piecemeal. He's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die.
"L'eggo!" he cries, frantically trying to throw gear into reverse. No traction with his front tires off the ground. Damn this front-wheel drive! "L'eggo of me! I'm not letting you take me anywhere! Transform!" Sure, she has him roughly by the shoulders now, but he can dig in his heels. It's better traction than none. "You just want to get me alone so you can kill me!" he adds as his pistol drops into his hand. He'll blast her before she can off him. At least he won't go quietly. "Let go let go let go!"
He's either going to melt and die or the Dinobot will take him away and dismantle him and parade around with his fan belts tied in great big fancy bows on her head and his wing mirrors for earrings and his core for a paperweight and he'll die anyway because he just keeps getting pulled along. The universe clearly hates him and wants his sorry existence ended. Everyone and everything is out to get him.
Holi fully expects to be burned to a crisp as Bambi carts him off to his messy doom. So imagine his surprise when his windows don't immediately vapourise and his alloys don't start dripping right off his frame. His pointless struggling ceases – really, what's the use in trying to fight a Dinobot? – and he looks up, confused and angry in one. It doesn't make any sense! Is she… is she protecting him?
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Post by Bambi-3 on Jan 4, 2009 15:00:20 GMT -5
You just want to get me alone so you can kill me!
Funny. Bambi thinks the exact same thing about Holi. In the brisk, dry, no-nonsense voice of an English nanny, she assures, "If I, Bambi, wished to kill you, I, Bambi, could simply chuck you into the fire. Clearly, my intent is not to murder. As stated prior, the lines must be maintained, and it would not do for that wretched little hovel to interfere with the signals."
She grits her pointed teeth together as the flames render her into Nemesis Bambi, but she continues to try to drag Holi to some place that is not on fire.
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Post by Holi-3 on Jan 5, 2009 13:26:30 GMT -5
Holi gives Bambi a blank stare for a few seconds, as one who's slowly coming back to his proper senses. She doesn't want to kill him? Just wants to get him clear so he can handle the communication lines. The lines… oh, crap, the radio!
"Damn!" he hisses, giving up the kicking and struggling and letting himself be dragged along in favour of checking his work. Synapse's frequency remains intact, and is he ever using it with that hollering. Prime's…. Holi blinks and is struck by a strange feeling, both dread and elation all at once. Something's off with the Prime's. For a moment, it seems dead.
He can't be that lucky, can he?
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