Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 18, 2008 22:44:35 GMT -5
"Hay," Firebolt waves again at Skystrike once more, and then claps her hands together. "Well, Synapse, there really aren't enough people around to actually have a party, most Beach Parties are big deals full of awesome and win. We can all go sit on the beach and relax though. Cos YEESH! You all, I thought it was just the new guy, but I got the nervous ones here." She knocked herself lightly on the side of her head, and gave them all a silly look. While Synapse may be wondering how she can be so carefree, she is wondering how the three can be so careful and nervous!
"Yea yea, good day, so formal, yee-..." She's about to make a comment when she stops, her mind clicking with something.
It took a moment to register, but Firebolt glances back over at Wreckage and then she almost looks ready to explode out of happiness. "D'aww! There you go! Happy! I... PLEASE Can I hug you cos you look like you need one SO BAD." She stops bouncing and then looks nervously at Wreckage tilting her head to the side. There's a genuine worry in her expression now, cos she just feels that something is wrong with the new guy.
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 20, 2008 10:35:59 GMT -5
Already starting to relax a little, Wreckage is put even more at ease with Skystrike's arrival even if he remains unsure of this beach party idea. It certainly is a warmer, friendlier welcome than he feared, and his moment of good cheer – Firebolt is terribly infectious – stretches itself out, securing a relieved smile to his face.
"Glad to have you," he murmurs to Skystrike, and thin though he may sound, he means it.
He falters, though,when there is quite suddenly a Firebolt gushing and pleading to hug him. He really has no idea what to make of this; no Autobot – or Decepticon for that matter – has ever insisted on giving him a hug. This is awkward all over again. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other before settling back onto both legs, then starts to shrug only to cut short the gesture and lift one arm instead, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I… suppose," he says, "if you want?"
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Post by skystrike-3 on Aug 20, 2008 17:15:38 GMT -5
Skystrike rubbed the back his head, returning the bow Synapse gave a bit inelegantly along with a hesitant ‘Uhm, yes’. He was less than used to such courtesy having spent most of his time around rowdy, flighty jetbois, but coming from an Autobot seemed to make it twice as awkward.
He quickly straightened up and managed an air of slight indignity at Firebolt’s definition of ‘beach party’.
“There’s no rule saying you can’t have a beach party with only four people!” That seemed to get Skystrike back to a less embarrassing state of mind and the blue jet placed his hands akimbo to his hips in a petulant manner. Then of course the little red car was off asking Wreckage if she could hug him and any attempt at Skystrike salvaging his reputation become null. The seeker smiled again and shook his helm in mild amazement at the scene playing out before him.
“Just don’t crush the big guy!” The berkut said mock-sternly, his deep voice underlined with a certain fondness. “I know he may look like a walking talking, one-man army but he’s actually just a big pile of fluff.”
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 21, 2008 13:45:24 GMT -5
This isn't turning out to be too bad. The small quirk in his lips grows into a more lasting shy smile as Wreckage's once threatening image begins to soften and then at Skystrike's return bow. It is easier to let his inhibitions slip a bit with Firebolt's cheerful acceptance of these strange Decepticons.
Synapse tilts his head, regarding Firebolt with a thoughtful expression. Well, nothing sounds wrong at all with taking time to observe the beach, in fact that sounds quite enjoyable. His gaze twitches downward again as Firebolt takes note of her 'nervous ones' and his formality. It doesn't take much time or his optics to flicker back up again as he word 'hug' comes up. So Grimlock is not the only one then? Oh dear.
"Yes, I do not think such an accident would go over so well," Synapse laughs quietly, his awkward and nervous attempt at a light joke.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 21, 2008 23:37:06 GMT -5
If you want? Of course she wants, she asked!! She shakes her head, still smiling, and then throws her arms out and launches herself at Wreckage.
"Oh of course I want a hug! I will be sure not to hurt him," she winks over at Skystrike, and then snuggles up against Wreckage. Her engine purrs as she giggles. "I totally like hugs... Sometimes, they make people feel so much better. And mostly all of the time, I get to feel happier! It's a win/win situation, I think," She pauses in the middle of the hug, glancing up at him to make sure he's not freaking out and then snuggles back up against him. "You are so big and huggable!"
She decides her hug was good enough, and then she lets go, and starts giggling madly, clearly hyper about what she just did. With a hop and a skip, she bounces off towards the beach, glancing back at the others. She doesn't say it, but she's certainly expressing 'Let's go hang on the beach instead of in these ruins!'
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 23, 2008 19:07:34 GMT -5
Wreckage fixes Skystrike with an utterly flat look.
"I am not fluffy," he protests. That would require fur.
Then he has an Autobot plowing into him and latching on almost too quickly for him to turn just enough that his cannon is pointed somewhere not at Firebolt's head. He reflexively slides one foot back to balance and brace himself so they remain upright but hesitates after that, simply taking in how happy this whole strange affair seems to make her. Does she really care so little for the crest he wears or for the appearance he has come to believe is monstrous to those from other realities?
"…Huggable?" he echoes. She apparently does not care at all, so he sighs and gingerly pats her shoulders with one hand before, as abruptly as she glomped him, she releases him and bolts away down one street – toward the beach. He watches her for a second or two, then shoots a questioning glance Skystrike's way.
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Post by skystrike-3 on Aug 24, 2008 11:11:16 GMT -5
“Yes, it wouldn’t.” Skystrike smiles at Synapse’s comment, looking on with an amused expression as Firebolt promptly pounces onto Wreckage with an enthusiasm that the seeker hadn’t seen in a good while. It’ll probably remain unmatched for a while as well considering the current state of things but that was a fleeting thought for the time being.
“Fluffy, huggable.” Skystrike shrugged in answer to Wreckage’s questioning look, walking over and lifting a hand to pat one of the pale mech‘s shoulders in a sympathetic manner. His grin was anything but sympathetic though.
“Next thing you know we’ll be calling you adorable, charming, maybe even cuddly.” He looked on as Firebolt bounded down to the beach before casually adding; “Cuddly loveable fluffkins?” And with that (and a very, very soft giggle) the flier followed Firebolt down to the beach, glancing back at Synapse and Wreckage in a ‘let’s make sure the girl doesn’t get too much sand in her joints’ manner.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 24, 2008 23:38:40 GMT -5
Or Wreckage could have feathers, if Synapse properly remembers his meeting with Airazor some time ago. The Stryker has none though, so the description of 'fluffly' for Wreckage still flies over his head.
Firebolt's hug is watched with stunned amazement. This is more shown with Synapse's apt attention than with any expression on his face. The his rapt gaze catches more than Firebolt's embrace, but this Wreckage's careful shift of his cannon away from being a danger. That action freezes Synapse's motor-functions for a split-second as his processors race to work through what he's just seen.
"Softer than I had predicted, for sure," Synapse half-whispers with a relieved and amused chuckle. His admiration and nervous confusion at Firebolt only grows and he turns, keeping her in sight as she hurries away. There's also a bit of awkward amusement at the interaction of the two Decepticons.
It's with very light and fluid steps that Synapse follows Skystrike, pausing a few moments to glance back at Wreckage before moving further.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 25, 2008 13:04:08 GMT -5
Firebolt can't help the devious look she gets on her face when she's not looking at the others. Oh the confusion sewn into their midst with a single hug! She scrolls through her song collection a little bit, before settling on a song and then plopping down to sit on the sand, leaning on her elbows, tapping her feet together as she sings along to the lyrics of the song.
"Hidamari, sansan, kokoro wa, haremoyou..." Which roughly translated reads out as, "Laying in the sun, brilliantly bright, my heart will swell and grow sunny..." 1.
She does have a certain fondness for this song perhaps because of the lyrics, or perhaps because of the way it sounds. Either way, she plays it as a happy invitation to join her sitting on the beach.
1. Lonely Rolling Star - Katamari Fortissimo Damashii; if I can sing these lyrics (or at least the first bit) then I figure it's ok for her to sing them as well!
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Aug 27, 2008 17:13:03 GMT -5
Wreckage is not one normally given to much expressiveness, his emotions often filtered through a defensive haze, but right now, he looks nearly fit to pout at Skystrike and that ridiculous name. It has to be a joke. Skystrike's horrible sense of humour at work again. Something equally ludicrous and explicable.
"You cannot be serious," murmurs the swordsman in disbelief, watching the Seeker and the Autobot scout start after Firebolt. He hesitates to follow as quickly, still watching them.
This would all be so ideal if only there was no imminent threat of battle hanging over his head. Wherever the Autobots go, strife and suffering invariably ride in on their coattails, and the Decepticons are left to clean and pick up the pieces. All is calm now, but there is a storm looming darkly on the horizon. Wreckage can feel it down to his superstructure.
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Post by skystrike-3 on Aug 28, 2008 8:14:03 GMT -5
“I,” Skystrike whips around and straightens with an air of indignity befitting an annoyed aristocrat, placing a hand on his chest ostentatiously. Expression far too sober and voice far too dramatic, he announces, “Am completely serious!” in his completely serious tone of voice. Skystrike’s horrible sense of humor, let him show you it.
The seeker pauses after that, keeping the pose as he glances over to Wreckage managing to keep his righteously ‘irritated’ expression for all of three seconds before ruining the little act with a slight smirk. Then he jumped and looked around, startled by the sudden sound of strange music playing- oh, wait, that was just Firebolt.
“Well, okay, maybe not completely serious.” Skystrike admits, looking back at Wreckage and Synapse as if hoping they hadn’t seen that. “But serious is in there. Somewhere.” The seeker adds grinning sheepishly. He idly wished he was as relaxed as he tried to appear.
Then of course Hook’s voice comes over the radio and Skystrike nearly trips. Today was not a good day for his composure although that was the last of his worries at the moment.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 29, 2008 23:24:57 GMT -5
Synapse steps into the sand, countless grains registering and slipping past and around the sensors in his derma-plating. For a moment, the minibot remains still as all senses but touch filter out and he's left adjusting to the warm and shifting ground beneath his feet. It seems that Synapse may take to freezing there forever until he jolts to life at the sound of Skystrike's voice and the bizarre sound coming down the beach. So lucky Skystrike, Synapse missed his sudden jump.
Optics boot up and the lights flicker back on in visor. "Serious?" he murmurs in a slightly bleary fashion. Synapse leaves the question hanging as he pads lightly down the shore to circle curiously around Firebolt and her music. "That...does not sound like anything I've encountered before." Synapse does not have much experience at all with Earth languages or music. He doesn't sit down and remains standing a few meters before his fellow Autobot. This would look quite a bit like nervous hovering.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 30, 2008 13:12:08 GMT -5
"Heeeee--!" Firebolt giggles, off in her own world as the song changes, once she's done singing and she flops back into the sand. It may be itchy but it's all warm. She looks up at the other three, as her face plate slides back finally, revealing a huge smile. "Ember is the color of your energy," she sings as she drags her arms and legs back and forth in the sand, before sitting up. Sand falls off her in buckets, but she points down, still sitting in the middle of her, "Look, sand angel, haha! It's like snow but NOT."
She brushes a bit of the sand off her legs, as if this would do anything, and then points at Wreckage and slams her hand down in the sand next to her. "Sit! Sit with me, I promise I won't bite or nothing cos I'm not a bitey type!" She pauses, staring off to the side at nobody in particular. "I wonder how I'd bite somebody anyway," she wonders out loud.
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Sept 3, 2008 14:32:40 GMT -5
"You are weird," Wreckage answers Skystrike. And he sees how the Seeker startles at the music; since when is Skystrike, of all people, jumpy? That hardly makes sense.
Wreckage startling at Firebolt is more sensible. Less an abrupt jump than a quick swivel, he turns all the same to stare at her, caught out in the lurch, attention on him again. He hates the way it makes him feel – the uneasiness, the crawling sensations just beneath his plating and the unsettled roiling in his fuel tank. She should pay more mind to Skystrike; he is the interesting one, after all.
"I… like standing," Wreckage murmurs lamely, shifting his weight but staying where he is, ten or so meters shy of the beach itself. "But thank you."
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Post by skystrike-3 on Sept 4, 2008 11:00:45 GMT -5
“Me? Weird? Whatever gave you such an impression?” Skystrike huffed, giving his fellow Decepticon a real indignant look this time. He took the moment to somewhat futilely kick some sand out of his thrusters before glancing down at the warm-but-rather-uninviting beach itself. Sand in hip-joints for the greater good or no sand in hip joints for selfish comfort? Why, the latter of course. A seeker with a scratchy bum wasn’t going to help anything anyways.
Then he hears Wreckage's excuse for not sitting down and snickers a bit.
"And you call me weird."
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