Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on May 23, 2012 21:05:03 GMT -5
"My insides may be awesome, but I'm not going to run around with them hanging out, thanks," Skyblast snaps, mildly offended. He about half-chokes on the star he was gnawing on. After a frantic moment of trying to swallow, he declares, "Solids are wiggy."
Liquid fuels would never betray him like that!
"Anyway, if you pasted me, you'd just have to fix it, so the joke would be on you."
Skyblast sighs and settles himself back down so that Swerve can finish.
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Post by Swerve on May 24, 2012 15:23:23 GMT -5
"Like there aren't other mechanics around here," Swerve grumbles, giving up on ribbing Skyblast. He isn't very good at the friendly thing anyway.
He works in silence, finishing junctions and tightening seals and anchors. The finished product, with Skyblast's chest panels back in place, hardly looks like Swerve's done much at all.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on May 25, 2012 20:27:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, but you're right there. You have all your tools out and everything," Skyblast points out cheerily. He brushes a hand down his chest, looking at it, and then he flicks some panels. Skyblast says speculatively, "I guess I'll have to get used to the balance."
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Post by Swerve on May 29, 2012 14:53:31 GMT -5
"Comes with new builds," Swerve says off-handedly as he starts putting away those very tools. "Been there, done that. Just don't go blowing yourself up for a while." He gets testier than usual when people he's just worked on run off and ruin themselves all over again.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on May 31, 2012 21:53:23 GMT -5
"I can reconfigure myself on the fly," Skyblast notes absently, "Adjusting to that isn't hard. I think it is that my mass has actually changed, not just redistributed, that is getting to me." He flicks his panels out a bit and reflects on how wiggy he feels. It's not bad; he's just off. "Anyway, if I do any blowing, it won't be up. Thanks, Swerve. Be seeing you around?"
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Post by Swerve on Jun 4, 2012 7:48:13 GMT -5
Swerve mumbles something that could very loosely be interpreted as a you're welcome and starts to wave Skyblast off, then pauses as he catches up with his processors.
"You can what?" he asks, scowling curiously as only he can.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 11, 2012 21:06:47 GMT -5
"I can scan a new alternate mode from any suitably sized piece of technology. What's your mass?" Skyblast asks, looking at Swerve intently. He thinks that Swerve might be just a bit heavy, but he could give it a try...
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Post by Swerve on Jun 15, 2012 12:07:36 GMT -5
Swerve… may have read about this, if it's in the database. He might not have read about it. He isn't all that good with reading up on recommended material. Either way, he fixes Skyblast with a bright-eyed, deadly serious stare, suddenly interested with every custom-engineered relay in his body.
"Lemme see," he says, tacking on his mass. He's a little light for a racer of his profession.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 17, 2012 9:52:07 GMT -5
There is a flash of blight light, and suddenly Skyblast dissolves into glowing grid lines. His contours shift and change, and in a moment, there is... a lot more red on Skyblast. Doors hanging off his forearms where his wings should be. Still, Skyblast looks more or less like himself, and then...
...he transforms into an exact copy of Swerve's alternate form.
OOC: Transcanning done with admin permission and the permission of Swerve's player.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 17, 2012 13:48:29 GMT -5
Swerve's jaw hits his chest with an audible clack. He's staring at himself. Without a thought for boundaries or anything of the sort, he circles Skyblast, looking him over. If there's a fault, Swerve would be the one to find it, but… he doesn't see any. He hunkers down and tries to lean on the rear deck – and the cannon housing – to look over the passenger bay as well.
"…Everything's here," he mutters with no small hint of bemused awe. Front console, steering, it even looks like Skyblast duplicated every detail in the seats. The thought then strikes Swerve that he has no idea how extensive the copy is and he frowns, rubbing his chin with one hand. He wonders, "How far does it go? Is this just some cosmetic overhaul, or d'you even make copies of the internal mechanics?" Does Skyblast have little copies of his engineering now, or is he just aping the car mode? He isn't an identical robot, at least.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 20, 2012 18:14:44 GMT -5
Skyblast makes an 'ooof' noise when Swerve leans on him.
"No sooner am I closed up than you want me open again," Skyblast observes cheekily, "No, where's the hood release latch..." he takes a moment and then pops his hood.
What Swerve sees is going to be very familiar. After all, Bumblebee was indistinguishable from a human-built car under the hood. If Swerve wants to run around opening up other panels, Skyblast will allow it.
He's more like Carblast right now, though.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 27, 2012 11:17:48 GMT -5
Swerve ignores the cheek. He's too busy gawking because that's his engine in there. He knows; he designed and built it down to the last hexnut.
"I don't believe it," he sighs, checking air intake, transmission. He dials up the mini-lamps on his forehead as he keeps looking, tapping parts here or there lightly with a knuckle just to be sure it isn't some illusion. "And you can do this every time…." He trails off into thought. He could maybe do something with this technology. Maybe. He'd have to build everything first to scan it, though. Skyblast, having Swerve's head nearly under his bonnet by now, can probably just hear the processors whirring.
Then Swerve remembers himself and sits back, lamps switching off.
"Thanks," he says gruffly.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 11, 2012 22:13:16 GMT -5
"No problem. I'll probably look like you for a week or so until I can save up the rations to turn back to normal," Skyblast says breezily, "But I wear you well."
He transforms back to his robot mode and readies himself to leave.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 19, 2012 13:55:04 GMT -5
Partially wrapped up in contemplation of the scanning tech, Swerve says nothing else, though he stares after Skyblast in confusion for a long couple of seconds. Was that supposed to be some kind of innuendo? He isn't sure, really. But he leaves it lie.
OOC: Fade/wrap, or did I forget something?
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 7, 2012 19:03:42 GMT -5
Skyblast transforms and drives off!
The End!
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