Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 12, 2008 18:40:22 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place on Day 15 at the Tourist Beach location.
The streets are empty and quiet enough that Wreckage's slow, heavy footsteps sound off the storefronts and large picture windows as he walks. He should be elsewhere, he reminds himself for the nth time in the past few minutes. He should be trying to socialise with these Autobots. Instead, he finds he is too apprehensive to put himself forth. He just wants to avoid risking any fights.
So here he is instead playing the tourist, occasionally crouching low to peer into a particularly colourful window and otherwise simply occupying himself. And trying to make sure he keeps himself more inconspicuous than not; luckily, this part of town is gaudy overall. He hopes he will be easy to overlook from the air. He knows better than to think he will be missed by anyone on the ground and so he is wary of sounds he does not cause. Including – especially – that loud, repetitive thumping echoing from somewhere nearby. He is unsure of the exact vector; there are too many walls bouncing the soundwaves back and forth.
"Only a precaution," he tells himself, grudgingly pulling one weapon from its slot on his thigh and locking it to his forearm; better to have it ready if it's needed and not need it. He hopes with everything in him that it will not be needed and the safety stays on while he advances cautiously along the streets, following the sound as it gets louder and closer, punctuated by a sudden crash.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 12, 2008 19:10:18 GMT -5
"Even if things get heavy, we'll all float on, ALRIGHT," Firebolt sang as she yanked a small sculpture, that probably once meant something, out of the ground. She fell over backwards at the force, but hopped right back up and then ripped an arm off the statue, ignoring the fact that it had three others, and then dropped it off to the side into a pile of stuff 'to be sorted'. She continues singing until the song is over, and then the next one pops on her speakers.
"WHEE!! I like this one," She declares as she dances along to it in her own way, and then drops her scavenging and sings. "The CD spins and we begin: all systems go! Come hitch a ride inside and watch the moon glow..." It's a peppy song, which puts her into an even brighter mood than before, as she bounces along the empty streets, not minding the ground shaking as she dances.
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 12, 2008 19:50:28 GMT -5
Singing? Wreckage could swear he hears music and singing as well as the racket. On one hand, he finds it suddenly jarring in this otherwise silent town. On the other, it leads him in what he hopes is the right direction.
It is the right direction; the voice draws nearer to him faster than he, with his slow and tentative stride, to it, and the erratic-sounding footsteps freeze him in his tracks. No, wait – not erratic at all. Rhythmic. Mostly in time with that human music he hears, no less. He takes one step, then two backward, looking for some sort of cover. Nothing nearby looks sufficient, and so he still stands in the middle of the street when a gyrating red… robot comes into view. He sees no emblem on this other, Decepticon or Autobot, and the uneasy prompt comes automatically.
//Identify yourself,// his low voice crackles too calmly over the allies' band as he holds himself warily, worriedly in place, arms hanging at his sides. //…Please.//
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 12, 2008 20:21:06 GMT -5
Skimming through the air with the wind whipping past his audio sensors, Synapse does not register the heavy beats thudding below. He nearly skips over the buildings below without a thought in his rush to perhaps occupy himself with something a bit more satisfying than prowling through deep tunnels.
'....'It is the flicker of movement below that catches the scout's attention, bringing the coasting spacer to a looping halt in the air. Further below, zooming cameras pick up the image of Firebolt's familiar dancing. A few moments later, Synapse nearly drops a few feet in the air at the sight of a familiar bulk standing below. For a moment, the image of that same body aiming and firing towards him superimposes itself over the figure below.
Synapse is half-caught between thoughts of escape and thoughts of staying to aid Firebolt when a voice sounds over the radio-waves. Ah...correct, there are good Decepticons to keep track of now as well as twisted Autobots. So which ones are these? A thin sigh slides from the minibot's engines.
//Autobot Synapse overhead.// The prompt was likely not directed towards him, but Synapse wishes to discover whether or not the figures below are allies to observe or enemies to slip away from.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 12, 2008 20:48:14 GMT -5
"Wha...?" Firebolt pauses in mid step, one of her legs kicked up in the air and half leaning back with her arms thrown out, ready to flip. Luckily, being a robot it's easy to stop moving and lock in position. (It gives a whole new meaning to 'pop-and-lock' for a dancer like Firebolt!) She looks around, her ponytails flattening against her head as she hears something on the radio.
// QUE? I'm Firebolt, wha, where are you, Synapse, is that you? Did you get a voice change? WAIT, do you have two voices? // She responded to the radio in confusion. Wait. Right, other people... They're so confusing sometimes. So it's probably one of them. // Ah ha ha ha, yea, wait, other people! So hi, yea, I'm Firebolt, and wherever ya are, I ain't bad people, come join me, I'm having fun! Maybe you can see that, maybe not...//
So she drops her leg down and relaxes her arms to look around curiously, waiting for those who apparently are nearby and are just hiding.
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 12, 2008 21:16:11 GMT -5
//…Synapse?// Wreckage blurts out, uneasy. //And Firebolt?// The things he has heard of her, let alone the things he has seen from him…. The announcement of Synapse's arrival has him turning his gaze cautiously to the sky. The radio assuages his concerns, however – this is not the Synapse he met at the mesa – and he looks back to Firebolt before unlocking and holstering his weapon. //I see.//
The gesture will, if he is fortunate, prevent them from jumping him.
"I am Wreckage," he announces simply, loud enough that hopefully both of them will hear. "It is… nice to meet you. Both." This is the least threatening he can possibly be without being unconscious; he supposes, though, this counts for only so much when one has a very large pulse cannon mounted quite openly in one's torso.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 12, 2008 23:11:34 GMT -5
//Ah, yes,// Synapse affirms, a tinge of confusion in his voice. So he is in the correct sector.
His nodes make a fleeting pass over the area before Synapse himself arrives close to the ground. He's not too far to convey a cold and distant mood, but not close enough to convey comfort either. A few moments later, Synapse unfolds and touches down with a slight and quiet bow to both Wreckage and Firebolt. Though, the scout can't help but keep his optics (all optics) on Wreckage though as he performs his bows. Synapse wouldn't even be able to imagine why anyone would be concerned about his presence.
"Synapse," he says simply, trying not to pay too much attention to the ground as well. "The pleasure...the pleasure is mutual."
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 13, 2008 11:01:27 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you too!" Firebolt snaps her head over to look at Wreckage and then waves. She glances over at Synapse and then bounces over to Wreckage and sticks out her hand. "You don't need to be nervous, I can tell, you're nervous. But see, I'm not gonna hurtcha or nothin!" She wiggles her hand, indicating 'hey shake me!' as she looks expectantly at Wreckage.
While the two seem to be a bundle of nervous almost ready to break, Firebolt is just being herself, and ready to at least have one of 'em be happy. Being nervous is no fun, anyway!
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 13, 2008 19:58:58 GMT -5
The sheer perky effervescence of Firebolt's greeting has Wreckage trying to return her good cheer with a tentative smile of his own, such as it is with his overlapping facial plates and his tusks. She seems nice enough. Synapse, on the other hand, seems wary of him. Wreckage both wishes he knew why and worries about the reason. Is he really so intimidating even when he tries to not be?
He should try harder, then.
"Thank you for clarifying that," he says awkwardly as, after a brief hesitation to make sure he has it right, he takes her proffered hand with immense care. He is afraid, not knowing her parameters and knowing for sure only that she has a car for a secondary mode, he might accidentally be too rough. Cars are not so durably built in his experience.
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Post by skystrike-3 on Aug 14, 2008 5:50:24 GMT -5
There was a roar of twin jet engines overhead as Skystrike flew in, his dark blue frame standing out clearly against the bright skies. He maintained his subsonic speed despite the urge to go faster, shoving down the distant sense of dread that’d decided to rear its ugly head the moment he’d heard Wreckage over the radio. The last time he’d knowingly left someone alone the Autobots had taken Thundercracker away. Despite the reassurance that these people here were not the Autobots they knew, he wasn’t taking anymore chances. Especially not with Wreckage.
The blue jet circled over the town twice before spotting the little group amongst the trees and buildings. Luckily for this Skystrike, voluntary vision impairment had never been an issue.
//Skystrike coming in!// He managed to sound cheerful over the shortwave at least. //That is, if you none of you mind a fourth in that beach party of yours?// There was even a friendly bit of aileron waving.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 14, 2008 23:29:09 GMT -5
Nervous and wary? Synapse is nearly always nervous and wary, it is only that sometimes he is able to keep such worries under a nice bit of polite concern. That and intimidating is a word the scout tacks on everyone.
The sight of a blue jet flying towards the area from nodule optical feeds pulls the scout from his still pose and nearly sends him darting between buildings for some sort of cover. The voice of the newcomer rings soon enough over radio waves though and Synapse has paused himself now a bit closer to Firebolt in his freeze midway through his attempted escape. But that also means that he's a ways closer to this Wreckage as well...Synapse bites back stammers as he gives the Decepticon another jerky bow. A more proper and closer greeting.
The jet seems friendly enough. The aileron waving gets a bit of a puzzled look from Synapse as he directs his primary optics up into the sky. His cameras are now focused at the goings-on at the ground level. //You are...you are welcome to join us, if you wish.//
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 15, 2008 11:50:29 GMT -5
"Aww, see, there ya go! Smile!" She says, pointing up at herself with her free hand. She thinks for a moment, and then moves to pointing up at her eyes, which are more expressive than her mouthplate. "I'll hafta figure out why you're so nervous or somethin'... Is it because I'm scary? I can't figure out how I'm scary..." She trails off, looking thoughtful.
// Beach party!? Beach party!! Yes! Join us down here! // Firebolt declared happily after letting go of Wreckage's hand. She jumped up and down a little bit more, happy at the prospect of people actually wanting to hang out instead of being grumpy about it.
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 17, 2008 17:45:48 GMT -5
//Be… beach party?// Wreckage visibly squirms but otherwise makes no effort to protest. At least everyone is getting along. Mostly. He turns a surprised eye to Synapse when the small Autobot again bows, then offers a warmer attempt at a friendly smile. "Skystrike is a good person," he reassures. Well, he hopes it is reassuring. He can do no less when Firebolt tries so hard to do the same for him.
Her kindness makes the contrast to what he has heard of the Firebolt from his world that much more jarring.
"You are not scary," he tells her with all due honesty. But then she is off and bouncing at the prospect of Skystrike joining them and despite his nerves, Wreckage cannot help himself. He chuckles sympathetically with her giddy glee.
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Post by skystrike-3 on Aug 18, 2008 8:56:27 GMT -5
//Well don’t mind if I do.// Skystrike rumbled warmly, slightly confused by the different levels of enthusiasm that greeted him but is otherwise undeterred. He is, after all, Skystrike.
The berkut transforms and touches down on the ground a safe distance away with some flare (not Fleetwind’s kind of flare, but it was sufficient) before pausing. For a brief moment afterwards his were wings were tense and his optics glowed sharply as he regarded the Autobots with reflexive suspicion. It was a fleeting moment though and the apprehension melted away the moment the blue jet’s sight settled on Wreckage at the stryker’s soft and rarely heard chuckling.
Skystrike smiles then, the expression standing out poorly against his dark face but there no less. He flicks a wing carelessly as if to shrug off the momentary lapse before waving at the overtly enthused Firebolt as he walks up to them.
“Good day, all of you.” The blue jet says.
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Post by Synapse on Aug 18, 2008 16:38:24 GMT -5
"I shall take your word on that, sir," Synapse murmurs. He is beginning to come to terms with the fact that perhaps his initial fears and on guard behavior are unwarranted.
Synapse finds the corners of his lips quirking up slightly in wondrous amusement at Firebolt's delighted jumps. Just how can she be so unafraid? There's so much to wonder about, but the scout can only really bring himself to voice on question: "Beach party?" Just what is that?
Skystrike gets his own small bow at his arrival. "Good day, sir."
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