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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 26, 2009 14:14:50 GMT -5
Day 36, let us say?- - - They're out there. Long Haul told him about them. Sentinel Prime accounts himself as lucky to have avoided them, for so long, but he knows, that any time he turns around, they could be there, and it makes his circuits crawl, just thinking about it. Ugh! Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps down the corridor. What if one shows up during Rock Watch? Agh!
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 26, 2009 17:19:33 GMT -5
If Sentinel is jumpy... Then perhaps trouble is down the hallway.
Firebolt is skipping along, loudly and happily, singing, also loudly, and swinging her arms as she moves. She in possibly the best mood ever since she first hit this dimension, something very good having recently happened. She hops to a stop upon seeing Sentinel and then 'eeees' in excitement. New person to talk to! She jumps up and down and then resumes stomping down the hallway, yelling all the while.
"HI HI HI HI!!!" She's just so very excited.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 26, 2009 17:49:54 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime nearly jumps when, down the hallway, he hears the sound of skipping and singing.
Then someone very enthusiastically hellos him.
Sentinel Prime cocks his head to one side, looking the very enthusiastic girl over. She seems to have her battle-mask up. Is there some threat here?
He settles on asking in a hushed voice, "Are you on something?"
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 26, 2009 18:11:43 GMT -5
"HA. Haha, no. Unless you count the floor that we are standing on! I'm just very happy, good things happening to me make me happy! Who wouldn't be happy when something good happened to them?" She thinks and couldn't come up with anyone.
Instead she, holds her hand out to Sentinel, "Hello! It is nice to meet you. I am Firebolt," she greets him cheerfully. "I like your little...Uh..." she motions her hands to the sides of her head, two fingers up on each one trying to imitate the pipes on the sides of his head. "I like those things." She nods to herself, dropping her hands. It's always good to compliment new people, compliments leave good impressions, she hopes.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 26, 2009 18:49:48 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime very, very cautiously take Firebolt's hand, as if he's expecting her hand to explode. The woman seems to be a bit deranged, but they haven't locked her up (but maybe that doesn't say much, here).
His handshake is fairly firm, a career politician's handshake, designed to win over constituents.
His other hand goes up to his antennae, which pin back for a moment, and he replies hesitantly, "Yeah?" With more confidence, he just out his chest and says, "Of course you do! I'm Sentinel Prime. Firebolt, eh? You've got good taste."
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 26, 2009 19:02:08 GMT -5
"I like, as you could call it, head gear," she motions up at her ponytails, "And ooh! Another person with the name Prime in their name! How neat," she says.
She puts a finger to her mouth plate in thought, "Why are you out here alone? Do you not enjoy the company of others?" Her optics draw into a worried look, "If that's the case I don't want to upset you because I'm here, Mr. Sentinel."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 26, 2009 20:17:52 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime explains, "Prime is a rank in my reality. There are plenty of Primes in my reality, but only one me." He hikes a thumb back at his chest proudly.
He laughs, "Oh no no no! I'm the life of a party! I was just looking for something, that's all. What are you doing out here?"
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 27, 2009 10:18:18 GMT -5
"Well ya never know! There could be another you out there. This place is pretty weird," She says, and then sort of nervously steps closer to him, looking him over. She's quite fascinated with his design, so she voices it to him, "You are some sort of plow, I'm guessing? It's really cool looking too!" she points her finger at the plow pieces on his shoulders, "Mr. Plow, that's my name, the name again is Mr. Plow~!" she says in a singsongy voice, before laughing, "Sorry! Sometimes the music just wants to come out in odd ways."
She pauses and then sighs somewhat happily, "I just had a very good day yesterday, so I was out burning off some excess energy! And I got to meet a new friend, so that makes this day almost as good as yesterday!" She explains.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 27, 2009 13:39:46 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime takes his hand back and wishes he had found the stockpile of handwipes. Crazy isn't contagious, is it?
He crosses his arms defensively, and he starts to say, "I'm a bu-" He pauses and rubs the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm a snow plow. What are you, anyway? What do you do?"
He hopes she doesn't say, 'Function: crazy person', but...
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 28, 2009 10:32:46 GMT -5
"Me? I'm a Ferrari," she says, waving down at herself. "And I am mostly a scout, but there's not much to scout around here." She drops down into her vehicle form. "I hung out on Earth as a car for a long while, just sort of learning about the Earthers and whatnot." Her wheels shift a bit, and the small visualization of herself on the screen in her dash shrugs, "But I like it better here."
She transforms again, pushing herself up and hopping back up. "And I've gotten better at shooting since I upgraded my satellite dishes, and o' course I have my boomerang! Hmm, and that's pretty much everything about me... How about you Mr. Sentinel?"
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 2, 2009 11:34:16 GMT -5
"Earthlings," an erudite voice interjects. From just down the corridor, Perceptor - looking... perhaps a bit superficially like the Perceptor that Sentinal Prime is familiar with - approaches, attention mostly buried in a datapad he is holding.
"Or 'humans', although their precise designation is Homo sapiens... Oh! Greetings Firebolt!" he observes cheerfully as he finally glances up to look where he is walking. "How are your upgrades faring? Have you adjusted well? Any difficulties or adjustments necessary?"
He spares a brief, but polite, glance at Sentinal. "Greetings. I do not believe that we have been introduced. I am Perceptor."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 2, 2009 22:09:40 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime can only conclude that living on Earth has rotted Firebolt's CPU. He knew those human germs were contagious!
He starts to explain, "I was the commander of the Elite Guard in my reality. They're the best of the best. I answered right to Ultra Magnus, the leader of all Autobots and a free Cybertron. I have a lance, but the best part is my shield."
Sentinel Prime pull out the shield, and he's right about to throw it when Perceptor interjects. He puts the shield away.
He looks at Perceptor and circles around him. Yeah, this guy looks superficially similar to the Perceptor he knows, but taller, and more thickly built. Not as emotionless.
But still about as friendly.
Sentinel Prime takes a bold step forward and puts a hand out, introducing gamely, "I'm Sentinel Prime. You're the Perceptor, huh?"
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 3, 2009 11:02:58 GMT -5
Nothing's rotted, Firebolt's just normally like this!
She's about to get all excited about meeting another member of the Elite Guard, "Oooh like Jetstorm and Jetfire?" She says, "They said they were part of an Elite Guard. Oh-oooooooh lance..." she peers over, pulling off her boomerang and holding it close to herself.
Firebolt gets distracted as well by Perceptor walking up. She eeps softly at being addressed and then nods, "They've been working well, sometimes I have to sit and work on the sounds that end up being too loud by accident, but they really have been great. They even have been helping me with my range shots." She fans both of her ponytails out and then mock-shoots at a wall with her fingers posed like guns. "Mirage helped me!"
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 5, 2009 17:25:56 GMT -5
"Yes, I am Perceptor." The Perceptor? What, is it some sort of rank or function in Sentinal's reality? "Pleased to meet you, Sentinal Prime. Is the Prime designation a rank in your reality?" he asks as he offers his own hand to return the shake politely.
"That is wonderful to hear, Firebolt! Do not be too concerned at the necessity of pausing to adjust periodically. Any significantly unfamiliar or new ability requires time to adjust to. I am pleased to hear that the upgrades are serving you well, though."
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Post by Shanodin on Oct 5, 2009 18:36:06 GMT -5
A door across the corridor slides open and Botanica slips out, in plant mode as usual. She has a a few packets in her secondary hand, most likely supplements for her plants. Her primary hands hold a clipboard with paper (yes real paper, and a pen, likely scavenged from one of the abandoned stores on planet. She appears quite engrossed in her scribblings and may come close to walking into someone as she moves into the hall.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry...," she starts, "Firebolt! I was hoping to catch up with you. Were the flowers I helped you with yesterday suitable?"
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