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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 19, 2011 21:19:43 GMT -5
"What the bloody hell?"
Jetfire is... perplexed. He is standing in the doorway to the room he shares with Holi and the tiny truck Wheelie, staring at his third of the room, which has suddenly decided to sprout some sort of plastic... grass... foliage... carpet.... thing.
From down the corridor, a very Snidely Whiplash sort of snicker rattles the vents of a rather stripey lionesque figure, as a reddish, bladey tuft of a tail whips around a corner. The wise would do well to not bother asking LC where he managed to get his paws on that much astroturf; he might actually explain, and no good could come of that.
At his room, though, Jetfire is... confounded by the fake grass carpet that covers the floor of his part of the room. The floor, his berth, even part of the wall. It's very... green.
And there, sitting quite proudly on the edge of his berth, is that odd plastic ball that he'd found shoved into a corner of their room after the Decepticons had been repelled. And it has been decorated with shiny gold foil stars.
Gramps hobbles in, the thump of his cane softened by the plastic turf, and picks up the ball between his thumb and one finger, bringing it up close to his optics to peeeeeeeer at it suspiciously.
ooc: posing of LC done with permission, as is altering Spy Shot's Hamster Ball.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 20, 2011 11:23:36 GMT -5
Spy Shot jogs up to Jetfire's room. He has been jogging for awhile now, because without his trusty ball it takes quite awhile for him to get anywhere. But at least he's all nice and repaired and the halls are brightly lit! He has to admit, though, after having been through these corridors so many times, going through them at such slow speeds is... kind of boring.
But finally he has reached his destination!
Running up to stand in the doorway before it closes, Spy Shot peers in and says, "Hello, that is my ball." Then his gaze fixes on the astroturf, because it is indeed very green.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 21, 2011 17:22:24 GMT -5
Gold foil stars. As if the bloody little ball wasn't odd enough as it was, now it's covered in bloody little gold foil stars. He lifts the ball up close to his optic, studying it this way and that, and then opens his mouth, pondering tasting it to see if it might not be some odd new energon goodie or some such. Maybe a weird new Decepticon weapon, since it appeared right after that attack.
Before he can pop it into his mouth, though, there's a voice speaking to him. He assumes it is speaking to him, anyway, since no one else seems to be around.
"Eh? Wot's that?" he asks, jerking upright to look around.
There's no one there.
With a low, irritated grumble, he shuffle-stomps his way toward the door to lean out and peer up and down the corridor, looking for the speaker. "Who's there? Eh? Wot's the meanin' o' this?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 21, 2011 19:31:13 GMT -5
Spy Shot scampers back as Jetfire approaches the door, putting some space between himself and those massive feet, and leans waaay back to stare up at the massive bot looming over him. He wobbles, but manages to keep his balance enough not to fall right over onto his back despite the odd position.
"Hello," he repeats before answering Jetfire's question. "I am Spy Shot 6. I am here to retrieve my ball."
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 22, 2011 13:32:30 GMT -5
Jetfire frowns, head swinging ponderously from left to right as he scans the corridor... at roughly his own height. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't spot anything. Then he peers upward at the ceiling, looking around for the hidden speaker. Surely someone must be having him on.
It never occurs to him to look down. Not that far, at least.
"Bloody achin' struts," he mutters, reaching up with the ball-clutching-hand to smack his audio receptors a few times, rattling a bolt or two loose to drop to the floor. "Not one thing, t'is another. Now I'm bloody well hearing things?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 22, 2011 13:41:57 GMT -5
Spy Shot quickly stumbles out of the way as large bolts fall from the sky to slam into the ground around him. Looking back up at Jetfire, he frowns. "Please do not drop things on me. I have only recently had my repairs completed."
His head tilts to the side in confusion. "Yes, you are hearing things. You are hearing me because I am speaking to you." Isn't that how verbal communication usually works? "May I have my ball?"
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 22, 2011 13:47:21 GMT -5
The old jet blinks, rearing back a bit as the voice asks that he not drop things on it. "Drop... What the bloody..."
Now, finally, he looks down, scanning the floor near his feet. Unremarkable deck plating, a few bolts, a smudge of paint, a--
That's not a smudge.
With a feat of agility that few would credit Grampa Blackbird with having, Jetfire stoops way down low, almost bending himself in half to peer at the "smudge". Which happens to be the smallest little mech he's ever encountered, and he'd thought Wheelie had been small! This little bit could ride around on Wheelie's head!
"'Ullo. Wot's this? Spy Shot, you say? You're bloody tiny!"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 22, 2011 13:57:02 GMT -5
"Hello," Spy Shot says again. "I said I am Spy Shot, yes. I am a camera. I do seem to be quite a bit smaller than the average size ranges of most individuals I have met, however, I am not bloody." He looks down at himself just to double-check. "I am fairly certain that I do not have blood."
Jetfire is awfully fascinating to look at up close! Transformers from Spy Shot's own universe always were more delightfully composed of fiddly bits and visible moving parts than those from most universes.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 22, 2011 14:03:41 GMT -5
"Not have... Well, of course not! S'a figure of speech!" Jetfire exclaims. "Have blood. Faugh. What sort of bloody silly mechanism would have blood, anyway? That's for slimy little meatsacks, and whatnot! Terrible taste in internals, those fleshbags. Terrible. All squishy and, bleh."
He seems to recall himself back to his visitor with an almost visible effort, leaning in just a little more to peer at Spy Shot from very, very close. "Never seen one as small as you. Amazin'. Bloody amazin'. Who'd'a thunk it? Tech gets smaller every day. Why, in my father's day - he was a wheel, y'know - we was all as big as houses! Huge! Why, half a dozen could sink a battle cruiser, just by standin' on it!"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 22, 2011 14:28:30 GMT -5
Oh, figures of speech, yes. Spy Shot is trying to compile a list of them, but sometimes it's difficult to tell the different between something meant literally and something meant figuratively. He'll probably get the hang of it some day. Maybe.
Spy Shot watches the bars of Jetfire's 'beard' move as he talks, resisting the urge to jump and try to grab one. Climbing on people without their permission can make them uncomfortable, and he shouldn't do that. Unless he is fighting them and making them uncomfortable - and injured - is kind of the point. So many rules and exceptions to learn!
"Oh," he says, fascinated by Jetfire's tale. "I didn't know that."
The past of his universe is now composed of wheels as large as houses battling against battle cruisers by rolling onto them in groups of six and forcing them to sink.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 24, 2011 17:05:42 GMT -5
"Didn't know!" Jetfire exclaims, thumping his cane for emphasis. "Why, what are they teachin' you youngun's these days?! 'Course, be easy for an instructor to lose you, wee thing that you are. Where were you sparked, lad? Polyhex? Tyger Pax? They are still sparking, aren't they? Didn't change that around, did they?"
Bloody new fangled inventions. Always changing perfectly good tech just for the sake of being new.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 24, 2011 19:02:29 GMT -5
Spy Shot shrugs. "Many people are teaching me many things. Perceptor teaches me about flowers, and repairs, and my internal systems and many other things. Dinobot is teaching me how to fight. Rodimus taught me what it means to be an Autobot. I am learning all the time."
His head tilts once more at Jetfire's mention about being sparked. He must be talking about when the Allspark gave him the ability to think. He knows of places called Polyhex and Tyger Pax, but they are on Cybertron, so he's not entirely sure why Jetfire is asking him about their status. As Cybertronian, Jetfire surely knows more about them than he! Spy Shot is just a lowly Terran camera, after all.
"I was sparked in the Sector Seven base in the Hoover Dam," Spy Shot says. "I do not know the status of Polyhex or Tyger Pax."
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 24, 2011 19:25:10 GMT -5
"Flowers?" Jetfire asks. "What bloody use is knowing about flowers? That's just bloody balmy! Why, when I was your age--"
Wait just a second. Sector Seven? Hoover Dam? Doesn't know about Polyhex or Tyger Pax>?! "Bloody hell, lad, you are just a wee lad! Sparked on Dirt? Earth. Meant Earth. Stupid name for a planet. All grimy and filthy. Why not just call it Planet Junk and be done with it?"
Because that's in an entirely other continuity, of course.
"Flowers. Bah," he grumbles, shifting his grip to tuck that ball under his thumb so that he can reach down and scoop the tiny little camera up into his massive paw of a hand. "The Prime's a good one to learn from, aye. Flowers, though? Stupid. C'mon, lad, and I'll show you your home!"
He turns, lumbering into his room with his new captivepupil, flopping to a seat on his newly... upholstered berth so that he can drop his cane and free up his other hand to start projecting images of Cybertron in all her past, golden glory!
ooc: Spy Shot toted around with permission. Feel free to skip ahead and imagine whatever cockamaymie things for Jetfire to tell Spy Shot... have fun!
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 24, 2011 20:36:04 GMT -5
"But Cybertron isn-" Spy Shot is cut off as Jetfire scoops him up and he is summarily distracted by pretty projected pictures.
He is going to have the strangest idea of Cybertron past by the time Jetfire is finished telling his tales. But can anything really top the giant battleship-sinking wheels? ...Probably. Wait'll he shares what Jetfire taught him with people! Meanwhile, he nods along and offers the occasional "Oh, I see" and "I didn't know that" and "That is very interesting".
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Apr 24, 2011 21:33:23 GMT -5
"..And that's how Fester the Vast took over Darkmount from the forces of the Vok!" Jetfire exclaims with a flourish. "The streets flowed thick with fuel that day, but the Sweepers managed to clean it all up before Solstice Launching. And the party! Oh lad, it went on for three centuries! Nonstop! I don't think I saw my own berth for-- uh..." Hm. That miiiight not be quite G rated enough for the young byte.
"Ah, speakin' of parties, I'm parched. Has it been that long already?! Gah, time flies! Like those bloody wannabe Seekers. Not real Seekers, like me. Bloody poseurs. Long past time for a refuel, though, won'cha say, lad?"
Jetfire shifts to heave himself back up to his feet, the star-covered ball lying forgotten upon his berth again.
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