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Post by Perceptor on Nov 13, 2010 17:35:04 GMT -5
Perceptor watches the bright flash overtake them both as the transport initiates...
And then, something grabs his entire sensory network and shakes it like a sharkticon with a minibot, rattling his every sense until, for a moment, he's tasting color and hearing touch, and none of it is very pleasant at all.
When the light fades, he stumbles, his gyros recalibrating, and knocks into Xaaron, tumbling them both to the floor together in an untidy sprawl. Perceptor groans and reaches a glittery hand toward Xaaron's red shoulder and--
Wait just a moment...
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 13, 2010 21:52:55 GMT -5
Hello, there, nausea. So glad to have you back again! But did the stars in front of his optics have to come along, too? As his vision clears, Emirate Xaaron has to wonder what is this sprawling tall figure in gold and silver? Surely, they haven't accidentally summoned gold shirt Megatron?
Oh, that's Perceptor.
From his tangled position on the floor, Emirate Xaaron asks blearily, "What."
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 15, 2010 21:13:20 GMT -5
"Hey Perceptor," Nightbeat calls, thumbing the door open, "I don't have an appointment or anything, but Muzzle and I are getting some weird feedback over our telepathic link and I was wondering if you could take a look-"
The detective stops and takes in the scene. The golden Perceptor. The red Xaaron. The miniature space bridge.
"I can come back later if this is a bad time," he deadpans.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 24, 2010 18:45:10 GMT -5
It takes Perceptor a moment to remember that is is still sprawled on and with Xaaron, and then he scrambles to free the Emirate, plopping ingloriously back down on his aft to stare a his hands. His arms. His legs.
He's very... shiny. And Xaaron is very... red. And black. And teal.
"Well... that was a bit unexpected."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 25, 2010 0:21:10 GMT -5
"Actually, this is a great time, Nightbeat," Emirate Xaaron points out, smiling too sweetly. "You see, Perceptor and I are just trying to figure out why the spacebridges from my reality cause nausea."
This is because Emirate Xaaron's scrappy rebels stole a protoype from the Decepticons before all the bugs were out.
He deadpans to Perceptor, "Only a bit?" Emirate Xaaron, freed, stands, and again tries to help Perceptor up, but not before poking at his teal gauntlet and wondering just how deep the molecular change goes.
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 25, 2010 21:51:32 GMT -5
"You both went through at once and it got your molecules crossed or something? You're lucky it was just your paint jobs," Nightbeat says, offering a hand to help Perceptor up. He can still remember what happened to Ratchet and Megatron. Granted, that wasn't just a space bridge, but nonetheless. "This could have turned out worse. Much worse. No disrespect to your skill, Perceptor, but are you sure you're ready to test this gizmo on Autobots?"
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 28, 2010 14:11:46 GMT -5
Perceptor accepts the hand up, more than half distracted as he runs through those adjustments he'd made, trying to sort out why he and Xaaron had ended up swapping paint. Nightbeat brings up a good point, though, and he sets another subroutine to running system checks to ensure that paint is ALL that he's swapped with Xaaron.
Good point or not, though, Perceptor frowns as a sudden wash of irritation hits him at the detective's criticism. "Yes, I am certain," he snaps, pulling his hand away sharply. "I ran extensive tests with purpose designed drones before initiating the live testing phase. Experiments would not be experiments if the outcome was a foregone conclusion!"
Being questioned by a scientific peer? That's one thing. Being questioned by a gumshoe with a hopped up pistol with delusions of grandeur? That's something else entirely.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 28, 2010 15:25:10 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron asks, "Do you need to do a partial vivisection to see how deep the swap goes?" and holds out his forearm.
He shrugs as Nightbeat suggests that maybe the bridge wasn't ready for testing, but he notes well how huffy Perceptor gets over being questioned, arching an optical ridge.
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 28, 2010 15:49:04 GMT -5
Nightbeat has two hopped-up pistols and a rifle, thank you very much. Also his head is a little man.
"Sheez, sorry I asked," he says when Perceptor barks at him. He just doesn't want to see anyone turn out like The Fly is all! "I'm not questioning your scientific chops, Perceptor, I'm concerned is all, okay?" Because it would not be entirely out of character for Perceptor to be working on an interesting problem, forget to defrag, and then miss one tiny detail that happens to be the thing that makes peoples' insides explode or something.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 29, 2010 13:54:54 GMT -5
Irritation quickly flees as Xaaron offers himself as a study specimen right there; Perceptor turns a look of bogglement upon the Emirate. Not even Wheeljack would have been so quick to offer himself up in such a manner after a failed experiment.
"Ahh... I... Nnnno. I believe that I can perform such a study upon myself... Ah... but, um... thank you?" he stammers. "Sir. Or... Perhaps a vivisection will not be required, so much as a microscopic study..." Come to think of it, he cannot remember the last time someone simply offered themselves an arm and said, "here, please cut me up to study me."
He glances back to Nightbeat and nods, still very much weirded out by Xaaron's quick offer. "Ah. Yes. Of course. My apologies." He still looks a little dazed as he adds, "Perhaps I should see to your problem now, before continuing the work on the spacebridge. You said you were experiencing some feedback?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 29, 2010 15:59:57 GMT -5
Wheeljack didn't have a habit of trying to throw himself into exploding reactors, either.
Emirate Xaaron, puts his hands on his hips, frowns, and reminds, "You cannot assume that the effect was symmetric, Perceptor. That's just sloppy science. You'll have to check what happened to me at some point, not just yourself. But please, tend to Nightbeat first."
He looks over at the Detective(s).
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 30, 2010 18:12:03 GMT -5
Nightbeat shakes his head. "Just little bit of buzzing over the bond, nothing serious. You two should make sure you're alright first. I insist. This'll turn into a processor-ache at most," he says, pointing at his head.
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Post by Perceptor on Dec 3, 2010 20:53:09 GMT -5
Perceptor frowns; Xaaron just impugned his scientific method. "I did not say that I would not do a comparison," he sulks. What is it with everyone second-guessing his work today?! "But I would prefer to perform the initial examination upon myself, rather than stumble about blindly in your systems. Besides which, I do not necessarily need to perform a vivisection to inspect how deep the molecular alterations extend."
He is an electron microscope, after all.
"I am concerned by the global disorientation experienced by both of us this time, however," he muses, already kneeling down to tinker in the portal's panels again.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 3, 2010 21:14:11 GMT -5
Science faster, Perceptor! Primus.
Emirate Xaaron crosses his arms and sniffs, "You didn't state your testing methodology. I wasn't just going to assume. I used to critique grant funding applications at the Academy, you know."
He frowns over Nightbeat's comments, and he grumbles, "If Arcana was here, he might have some ideas on the nature of the problem."
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Post by Nightbeat on Dec 3, 2010 23:50:45 GMT -5
"And if we had more troops, maybe a combiner team or two, a fleet of battlecruisers, and a magic bottomless energon fountain we could curb-stomp the 'Cons," Nightbeat responds, smirking. "Arcana isn't here. I'll deal. Good luck with the science," he finishes, making for the door.
He fully intends to collapse against the wall laughing as soon as he gets far enough away to not be overheard. Because, really, the whole paint-switch thing is pretty hilarious now that he knows no-one is going to turn into a monster from it.
Out of thread unless stopped.
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