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Post by Long Haul on Aug 22, 2007 17:40:44 GMT -5
Long Haul seems at a loss as to how to reply to Synapse when a voice coming from the other side of their small, walled off section gives him something else to concentrate on. His optic band flashes and he answers, "Erm, I'm here. Long Haul!"
Wait, he knows that voice! He pokes his head out through the door to the morgue/spare-parts bin and looks out at Jazz. He has no face, of course, but his head perks up when he sees who it is. "Heya! Jazz, right? Great to see you up and about! You gave me one helleva scare back when we found you, y'know?"
Maybe not the most tactful thing to say, but we're talking about Long Haul.
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Post by Synapse on Aug 22, 2007 18:07:55 GMT -5
Jazz? Synapse wasn't there to witness the retrieval of the foreign looking Autobot but he remembers the image that the silver bot cut when he first caught sight of him back around the power station. It definitely wasn't pleasant. But other than that he hadn't had much contact with other. The prospect of meeting and getting to know more people isn't high on Synapse's things to do.
It's at this point that he begins his search for a quick exit but...the only way out is through the door and Long Haul's in it. Perhaps he can slip out relatively unnoticed if the two strike up a conversation? Hoping for something along those lines, Synapse makes his way silently towards the doorway, waiting for an opportune moment to disappear.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 22, 2007 18:24:35 GMT -5
Jazz isn't foreign! Y'all are overdressed!
But he's caught. Well. Being around people /is/ one of those things that he likes, and since Perceptor isn't here at the moment, Jazz... stays.
"Yup, that's me. Jazz. Heya Long Haul. Feelin' a whole lot better'n then too. Thanks for bein' there to help me." The face is a little familiar, and the constructibot has probably been mentioned once or twice in passing. After all, he's the one who got the little 'bot past the main crisis. "Glad t'be up an' running again-- can't say's I'd have enjoyed bein' a mat." Yeah. What do you call a guy with no legs on your front doorstep? You got it!
As for non facial cues... if Jazz can pick up on non-verbal cues from the likes of Bumblebee sometimes, he sure can pick up on 'em from Long Haul. Body language speaks volumes. Oh! Movement! Another person!
"Hey there!" Synapse has been spotted. "Who're you?"
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 22, 2007 19:17:41 GMT -5
Long Haul steps all the way out of the room to better talk to Jazz, but... this means that Synapse can escape! Except that Synapse was already spotted, anyway. He tilts his head slightly at the 'mat' statement, but doesn't say anything out loud. Instead, he just dips his head, kicks lightly at the floor, and says, "I only did what I hadda. You should be thanking Xaaron, anyways. I 'bout froze up when I saw you," he admits sadly. "Never really seen anything like that."
He twists back as Jazz's shout draws his attention back to Synapse, but doesn't introduce them. Maybe Synapse would prefer introducing himself?
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Post by Synapse on Aug 22, 2007 20:03:15 GMT -5
Synapse nearly takes his opportunity to disappear when Long Haul steps out of the way. But before he can make the move to go, is noticed. He freezes in mid-step with an expression on his face that is not dissimilar to one of a deer in the headlights when Jazz calls out.
It'd be undoubtedly rude if he flees right here, right now. So, Synapse remains where he is and turns back to Jazz. "I'm...Synapse, Autobot spy. Well--perhaps scout now." It takes a lot not to relapse back into his stammering. "Ah...it's good that you're back up and functioning."
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Post by Jazz on Aug 22, 2007 20:25:11 GMT -5
"Tell me 'bout it. It's good to be alive. So... you're a scout? You're like Bumblebee then. Good at movin' quiet-like. That's great. You don't have t'be afraid. I won't eat ya or nothin'." And a big grin. Skittish little thing. "Of course, ya don't have t'stay if I scare ya that much though."
And this is why Jazz isn't a scout himself. In the time it has taken him to say all of that, he's wandered over to give Synapse a once over from several different angles, gone back towards Long Haul, and then stopped, as though he'd forgotten where he was going.
"Anyhow... Thanks for savin' me." Jazz gives Long Haul a big smile, and glances towards the door himself. Hm. Things to discover. People to talk to. Things to go dig through to find some intere-- wait. What's that over there? It's a thin metal wall with marks. Hmmm. It may be writing. Or it may be just a regular pattern from normal wear and tear. Either way, it's got his attention for a moment. "So... What'cha doin' hangin' around in here?"
... someone get the robo-ritalin.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 22, 2007 20:54:17 GMT -5
Wow, Jazz is wired!
Not... really as bad as Mixmaster, to be honest, but still, he's pretty scattered. "I was just... well, I was just thanking Optimus Prime, was all. I mean, I know he can't really hear and stuff, but..." He shrugs. "Seemed like the right thing to do, was all."
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Post by Synapse on Aug 22, 2007 21:38:49 GMT -5
Wired is one way to put it. Synapse's eyes widen and he unconsciously pulls into himself as Jazz darts around him. This Autobot is nothing less than unpredictable! He only loosens up after Jazz returns back towards Long Haul.
Synapse would like nothing more than to just slip away now. But...now that Jazz has already suggested it-- "I'm not afraid," he lies, albeit softly and only able to look past Jazz instead of right at him. He'll stays...maybe just a little longer so that his leaving might not look so connected. He doesn't want to offend anyone. When that allotted time is up, he nods quickly to both of them is backs quickly down the hall, muttering something about patrol (which is halfway true).
OOC: Thus Synapse skitters away
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Post by Jazz on Aug 23, 2007 18:32:58 GMT -5
Poor synapse. Jazz must be terrifying. And he's like this almost all the time. Just think what he'd be like if he were actually wired...
"Patrol, huh? Sounds exciting." Jazz waves to the scared one, a little disappointed that he didn't want to stick around. Then words sink in. "Optimus Prime? He's here? Where? How?"
Hm... that wall is still rather interesting. Jazz makes a mental note to check out the infrared picture on it. There might be some variations in the metal that will give him yet another idea about this wierd planet...
It's going right on that stack of mental notes over there. The one that he's not gotten to quite yet. First and foremost is duty though.
Perceptor was rather vague about a few things...
Or maybe Jazz should've been listening a little harder. Silly short attention span.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 23, 2007 21:16:07 GMT -5
Skyblast promised Slingshot that he would do a memorial painting for Slingshot's Optimus Prime, and he hasn't forgotten that vow. He figures that he ought to first learn about the one he is supposedly going to be honouring so that he can get it right before he goes haring off and doing something entirely inappropriate.
There is so much that Skyblast would like to know before he feels that he can even begin to make an attempt. What was his favourite colour? His least? Were there any particular styles that this Optimus Prime really enjoyed? How did he see the world, and how did the world see him?
Skyblast suspects that he will never have half the answers he thinks he needs for a proper composition. However, he can start by paying his respects to the corpse, what's left of it. He certainly didn't help any by lopping the body in half for transport. Would this Optimus Prime hold it against Skyblast for the ungentle transport, the casual desecration?
He notices the living when he enters to the morgue area, and he's not quite sure what to do. An easy, casual greeting, his first instinct, somehow seems wrong now. Skyblast can't disguise his happiness at seeing Jazz up and walking. Something very good indeed has come out of this peculiar situation! He settles on a rather sloppy salute to Jazz, although Skyblast wouldn't call it sloppy. He would call it an artistic interpretation. Skyblast nods solemnly to Long Haul. Then, with something of a flourish, he bows before Optimus Prime.
Skyblast offers quietly, by way of apology, "I'm sorry that I had to cut you in half, but it was for a good cause, I swear it," and he glances over at Jazz. Saving a life is just about the best cause Skyblast can think of.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 24, 2007 7:30:04 GMT -5
When Jazz asks about Optimus Prime's location, Long Haul steps out of the way of the door he's near and gestures. "He's, erm, not yours." That much is obvious. "From what I'm hearing, he's mine, but he's a bit after my time. Synapse, though, he leaned me a few holos about him."
Long Haul returns Skyblast's nod, but his optic band brightens with a bit of surprise at the fancy bow. Was he supposed to do that? He does offer, "Erm... if it helps, what you did... we really needed him brought there. Me, and then Perceptor, we were doing all we could, but I'm not sure we coulda held out much longer." Which is to say, Long Haul's not sure Jazz could have held out much longer. The Constructibot glances back at the now-whole mech.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 24, 2007 11:22:40 GMT -5
"The act was part and parcel of the deciding factor between deactivation and life for another being. He would have been content," Perceptor intones quietly from the doorway.
It's rather appropriate to see Jazz standing there in that room beside the greyed out husk of the mech whose parts saved him. It puts so much starkly in perspective for the scientist. His expression is still solemn, though, as his gaze falls upon the fallen Prime.
"He saved my life, though I begged him to leave me. Even knowing that his actions would potentially condemn himself, he refused to leave another mechanism behind," Perceptor continues in that same tone. Finally, after a long moment of expressionless contemplation, he looks up, meeting the others' gazes, before settling on Skyblast.
"He would have been disappointed if any of us had let our sentimentalities stand in the way of saving another."
He sighs and turns his attention to Jazz, the quietness fading to a shadow in his optics as he offers the gregarious mech a curious smile. "How is everything functioning?"
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Post by Jazz on Aug 24, 2007 17:13:18 GMT -5
A glance at the gray body is enough. It may look a bit like his Optimus, but there are enough differences in the general shape so that Jazz does understand that it's not the leader he's looking for. That being said, there's Skyblast! The artistic salute gets a grin, and then back to a more uncharacteristic sober expression. Jazz is indeed whole, and moving around. ... Just like always, he's fidgety. Paced around to get that look at the body, and back. A glance at the equipment that he's noted the locations of a hundred times over the past few weeks of being stuck not moving. As much. "He's the same everywhere, I think." Jazz nods, "He's ready-- was ready to give his life to save strangers." And the big ol' grin is back as he looks at Perceptor. "Feelin' a lot better, an' the sticky joints have gotten themselves loosened up. A little torque did a lotta good. Jus' checkin' in here." Not that anyone asked him what he was doing here yet. "Thanks again, doc!" Fidget. Fidget. "So, can I go outside yet?"
Explore strange new cities, Discover wild creatures. Find a data terminal or other way to get more of an idea of where he is, and how the heck he can get back to where he was. Yeah. That's Jazz.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 25, 2007 22:47:08 GMT -5
Skyblast is reassured by Long Haul's words, but Perceptor lays his worries to rest. Well, most of them. He's still worried about Slingshot. Skyblast thinks that he got off on the wrong landing gear there. Skyblast comments absently, "Sounds like a swell guy. I mean, I knew that it had to be done, I just... Slingshot seemed really upset. Do you know Slingshot? Is he like that usually, or did I just catch him at a bad time?"
He sighs and shakes his head. This will either get sorted out or it won't. Either way, he's going to be sharing the sky, so he'd rather land on the side of sorted than down in the ditch.
More brightly, Skyblast comments, "I'm glad to see you doing so much better, Jazz." He flicks his gazes over to Long Haul and Perceptor, "And thank you, both of you. You would have done Ratchet proud. Well, my Ratchet. Do you have a Ratchet?"
Skyblast wiggles his fingers. They had an Optimus Prime, clearly. It's worth a shot! Maybe they even have a Skyblast. He wonders what he'd look like, if he was done in their style.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 27, 2007 7:51:25 GMT -5
Long Haul lets Perceptor answer Jazz's question about outside. He's the bigger expert, anyway. He starts to offer, a bit too eager, "I could go with hi-" then he slumps as he remembers something. "Naw, I got work," he adds sadly. He doesn't want to have work. He'd much rather be out there exploring! But even this younger Long Haul is already used to placing duty before desires.
In answer to Skyblasts questions, Long Haul shrugs. "I'm, erm, from a lot earlier than most of these guys. Never met Slingshot before I got here, and if we got a Ratchet, I ain't heard of him. Only person here I actually recognize is Omega Supreme." He pauses. "And Hook. And really, I only sorta recognize them."
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