Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Sept 29, 2009 18:34:49 GMT -5
Day 38: Semi-private, ask before joining.
Accompanied by a jingle not unlike that of an ice cream truck, Spy Shot clips along through the hallway at a merry pace. Though his transport could go much faster he'd decided that moving at four times his normal speed was optimal for seeing as much area as possible in a set amount of time while still being able to appreciate the details of what he saw. Not to mention that it cut down on the likelihood of accidents, though he had greatly improved his 'driving' skills.
Coming to a four-way intersection of hallways, he quickly consults his mental map of the ship to pick the way least traveled and continues on his way through the ship.
Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Oct 1, 2009 11:05:22 GMT -5
As the little camera zooms about, so does a certain monster truck, it's systems whirring along in an annoying tone. But then, he sees a ball rolling by. No, scratch that, a translucent ball...
...With a tiny little robot in it.
Wheelie transforms, his armor plating shifting and clicking until everything is in place even as he rolls towards the ball on his wheelfeet. He moves up besides it and lowers his head so he can peer in, his mouth falling open as the glow of his optics intensify in complete and utter shock. He has always known that there were Cybertronians smaller than him; but he had only HEARD of them, not SEEN them. It is, well, surreal.
"Where ya goin', huh tiny? Ya runnin' from somethin', huh? You's a coward?"
Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Oct 1, 2009 19:41:52 GMT -5
Spy Shot brakes to a sudden halt, turning his round optics to Wheelie with his usual intense red gaze. He's never seen this person before, which makes the little toy truck interesting enough without the additional curiosity of being much closer to his size than any of the other bots he's seen.
Tilting his head to one side, he takes the time to answer each of Wheelie's questions in turn, completely missing the taunting tone of them. "I am going around the ship. I am not running from something." He pauses to think seriously about the last question. "I do not believe I am a coward, but it is possible."
Curiosity getting the best of him, he has to ask, "Did you escape from the box?" He wants to know if this small Transformer is like him, Earth technology turned sentient by Sector 7 and the All Spark.
Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Oct 5, 2009 8:47:34 GMT -5
That is not the response that Wheelie was expecting. He looks at the small bot, sizing him up, though he could not stop himself from grinning as one spindly finger moves to poke the ball. "Heh. Ya's a stupid freak, that it?"
A mocking laugh is fired the little Autobot's way, until he mentions the box. Wheelie blinked before frowning at him in suspicion. How did he know about the warrior goddess' box? "Yea, I did. Why?"
Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Oct 5, 2009 14:55:11 GMT -5
The transport wobbles a bit, but braked as it is the ball isn't going anywhere soon.
"I am not stupid." This isn't said at all defensively, but in a completely matter-of-fact tone. On one of the times Spy Shot had perused the internet in S7 he had found and taken an IQ test. He had scored reasonably well. That means he's intelligent rather than stupid, right? "I may be a freak," he admits. After all, he doesn't seem to be quite like any of the other Transformer's he's met so far.
Sorry, Wheelie, but this little camera couldn't differentiate between a mocking laugh and a happy laugh if his life depended on it. He is a bit confused as to what's so amusing, though. Oh well, he's never been very good at catching humour. Spy Shot does perk up as Wheelie admits to having escaped from the box, the idea that they might be talking about different boxes never crossing his mind. "It is good to know that someone else escaped the box. I never saw anyone else manage. They all died."