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Post by Ramulus on Jun 16, 2010 10:07:46 GMT -5
As soon as Dinobot announces himself, Ramulus links the appearance to his shock... he blinks, then tilts his head back to laugh, "Ah right! It's you my senses detected!" He admits, "They're a bit sensitive to beastmodes like that"
You can smell the difference. And no, Ramulus is not asking Dinobot for his name. If he needs to know, the dinosaur would tell him.
Back on track, Ramulus catches up with Prowl, slinging a rock across the surface with two bounces.
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Post by Prowl on Jun 17, 2010 11:19:42 GMT -5
"Quiet, hm? It seems we've all come here to find it. Though, all of us being here does make it harder to find quiet," Prowl says, and tilts his head to the side. Is that a smaller version of the Dinobots back home?
He shrugs slightly and then looks back over to Ramulus, "Is everything alright?" he asks.
Prowl picks up another rock and looks at it, "Unless we can all somehow help each other find peace."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 17, 2010 12:00:50 GMT -5
Oh, they're being polite now, are they? Skyblast's face plates shift, curling his expression into something of a smile, something of a smirk. Twisting himself around, one hand on the ground, the other arm slightly raised, he looks over at Dinobot thoughtfully. With his free hand, he makes something of a L shape with his fingers, sighting the Maximal.
Hmm, dry grassland camouflage. Blends in pretty well around here. Some kind of predatory animal, Skyblast thinks, though not like the ones he knows. He lets his hand fall. Skyblast twists around some more, doing things with his spinal strut support column that probably hurt to look at, and he regards Ramulus. So the other Maximal was what had Ramulus unsettled? Some kind of predator and prey thing?
Skyblast straightens himself out, completing the turn and letting his components ratchet back into place, again staring out at the lake. No one ever seems particularly bothered by him being a jet, aside from that Sentinel Prime, not that Skyblast has ever particularly concerned himself with what others think of him, save for the adoration of his fans.
Ditching the smirk for an innocent look, he bends himself over to face Prowl and places his hand on his chest. What, who me? Skyblast's not being noisy! Then, he lays himself down on the ground, arms behind his head, and he stares up at the... not-sky. The ceiling.
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Post by Dinobot on Jun 17, 2010 13:53:42 GMT -5
The raptor shoots Ramulus a toothy grin and says "I have no intention of eating you today," thereby proving that he does, in fact, possess a sense of humor.
"Help each other find peace?" he asks, turning to face Prowl. "What do you mean?" If anyone suggests holding hands and chanting he's going Early Cretaceous on their aft.
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Post by Ramulus on Jun 19, 2010 8:40:03 GMT -5
Ramulus smirks, "Do notify when you get that intention, I'd hate to be so impolite and whack a thousand volts up your face when you bite my butt". Ah Ramulus, you've accepted Dinobot!
He follows Skyblast's movements with interest, then looks to Prowl. He frowns and observes, "I like being alone because others annoy me endlessly. Yet I find none of you annoying."
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Post by Prowl on Jun 20, 2010 11:10:12 GMT -5
"Merely existing in such a way that puts others at ease is my suggestion," Prowl says, "And no, you are not in trouble," he looks to Skyblast after seeing his actions. Hm. Laying down. That looks comfortable.
He sits down instead of actually laying down, though he may think about doing so later, and crosses his legs.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 20, 2010 15:12:10 GMT -5
Skyblast looks vaguely disturbed by the talk of the Maximals eating each other, panels twitching uncomfortably. He understands that they're probably joking (he hopes), but he really doesn't find it very funny.
Not annoying, eh? They don't know him very well, then! However, Skyblast isn't about to disabuse them of the notion right now. Just laying around in a garden near a lake is probably as good as it is going to get right now, Skyblast thinks, and he's not going to ruin it for himself by opening his trap.
So the rest is silence, as Dinobot might say.
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Post by Dinobot on Jun 20, 2010 15:26:15 GMT -5
Dinobot sinks to the ground and curls up, his snout touching his tail in a relaxed posture. After a while he growls out, "It is a welcome change to have a wide enough choice of comrades and a large enough base to be able to avoid annoyances." Another pause, and then "What are your thoughts on our current situation?" 'Tis passing strange, 'bots from distant places and times all being drawn together.
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Post by Ramulus on Jun 20, 2010 16:49:16 GMT -5
Ramulus also turns to his beastmode and sets it loose on a patch of long and feathery grasses. Mouth full with the yummy stuff, the ram prances back to the reclining group to settle down, snack in place.
"The ship has a garden, I'm happy" He declares like a closeted zenmaster, "better than that pithole that calls itself a city down below." At Dinobot's final question he snorts a bit, "I.... don't know. It caused that I could not help my fellow Maximals back home and their - our- fate is unknown to me. I've been either spared death in a coward's way out, or been cursed with an even slimmer chance of returning home than I began with!" He scratches the ground with a hoof, "I think that this situation has a bad case of cosmic rust".
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Post by Prowl on Jun 21, 2010 11:09:08 GMT -5
"Ah the situation... It is why I came here. I recently found out about Unicron..." Prowl frowns and bows his head a bit. "And I am not sure if I will even be able to think about the overall situation."
He merely leaves it at that as he rests his hands on his knees and looks out over the lake.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 22, 2010 15:55:36 GMT -5
Skyblast guesses he has to say something now. Phooey.
Slowly, gracefully, he flows up into a sitting position, one hand on the ground to prop himself up, and he remarks, "I think speculation, at this point in time, is just idle banter. Maybe there's some grand purpose for us here. Maybe a mutual enemy just wants to get us all into a corner to put it between our optics, chk-chk. Maybe there's some dumb, senseless, broken machine just pulling us all here and none of this means anything."
"So I'm just going to make the best of it. Back home, we lost our one source of new life." Skyblast scowls darkly. "But here, they have other ways of bringing life into the world, ways that just require hard work and a lot of processing power. Not me, but there are those back home who can manage that, and if I ever get home, I'll bring that with me for them."
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Post by Dinobot on Jun 22, 2010 20:17:31 GMT -5
Dinobot's tail thumps against the ground restlessly. "Unicron is a formidable foe, but one that our race has defeated in the past. If we must face him here, we will be victorious." He pauses, looking up at the faux-sky on the ceiling. "We may never learn why we are here, but if so, we must make our own purpose."
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Post by Ramulus on Jun 23, 2010 16:08:15 GMT -5
Ramulus attempts to smirk. A smirking ibex, the world is crazy like that. "...." He looks at the others.
After a long, long, long, even longer, pause he remarks, "dibs on the princess."
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Post by Prowl on Jun 24, 2010 23:28:41 GMT -5
"I've not heard of Unicron before coming here. I'd say it doesn't exist but in infinite time and space..." He trails off and glances oddly over at Ramulus. "Princess...?"
Prowl shakes his head and then dims his optics and sighs a bit. "Seeing that information makes it hard to find the good."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jun 25, 2010 9:15:20 GMT -5
Skyblast grimaces, and the shards of metal that made up his face twist into something grotesque. Seeing the video of Unicron for the first time quite scared him out of wits, and he prides himself on living on the razor's edge. He shouldn't have let it get under his armour and into his wires. Still, Skyblast wishes that they'd just plain quit talking about the matter; it is embarrassing him.
When Ramulus calls dibs on the princess, Skyblast stares at him and snaps, "We don't even have a princess yet! What would she be, anyway, an immature protoform of the Dynasty of Primes, not yet come into her own?"
He stands to the tune of blades sliding and scraping against each other, and he shakes himself. Skyblast says stiffly to Prowl, "I suggest you look harder, then."
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