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Post by Slingshot on Feb 25, 2012 17:18:28 GMT -5
Month 6, Week 3, Day 2, night. After 'An Outing'. Open, Slade's neighborhood.
Sierra wakes up on a roof, feeling battered and bruised. A Decepticon mini-con is going at the inside of her skull with a crowbar. She wants nothing more than to gulp some painkillers and fall into bed.
First, though, she has to get down from here.
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It's dark by the time Sierra gets back to her neighborhood. Just as well - she's been drawing worried looks. Probably the blood-matted hair and all.
She peers blearily up the stairs going to the apartment. She almost gives up right then and there; she could go to Dan's and call Shahar. Her sister could get her upstairs- Her sister was down with a migraine.
"F@ this noise," she mutters and grabs the rail.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2012 18:35:14 GMT -5
Taking the bus takes time, but it is what Nimbus has to do, because he can't afford anything better and couldn't drive it if he could afford it. So it is late when Nimbus gets back.
He almost doesn't pay any attention to the woman until he realises that she looks familiar. So while humans look pretty much all alike, Nimbus is very visual, and he's had some time to look at Slade and Shahar and see how they look alike and how they don't.
This woman looks more like Slade does than Shahar does, so Nimbus reaches a quick conclusion, "I didn't know Slade had another sister!"
He takes another look at her and realises that she's bleeding. "...oh, hey. Do you need help?"
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 25, 2012 21:23:09 GMT -5
"-What?" Sierra squints at Nimbus. "I do not! Shahar would make fun of me even more if I had two sisters!"
Sierra's logic is not Earth logic right now.
Her grips tightens on the rail and she hauls herself up a step. Almost literally - the work is almost entirely done by her arm. The mini-con takes a hard swing at her brains; Sierra's eyes screw shut with pain.
"-help me upstairs, Nimmy?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2012 21:26:34 GMT -5
Nimbus stares for a moment. Then he asks, "Slade, did you get yourself turned into a woman?"
He feels this is a reasonable question to ask. After all. Skyblast is a jet who turns into a robot and at one point a dinosaur, and right now, he happens to be a human man. Stuff getting turned into other stuff happens.
Nimbus tries to wrap one arm around her waist and uses the other to try to take her nearer hand and steady her to lead her up the stairs.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 25, 2012 21:32:02 GMT -5
"I- what?" Sierra boggles at Nimbus. Then she looks down at herself. "Oh. I'm still a girl."
She tries not to sag against him; she doesn't succeed.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2012 21:34:19 GMT -5
Nimbus accepts her weight and keeps trying to coax her upstairs. He agrees amiably, "Yeah. Still a woman."
Hey, if Slade is an amazingly convincing drag queen in his spare time, that is none of Nimbus's business.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 25, 2012 21:41:08 GMT -5
"Should fix that," Sierra mutters. "The painkillers'll work better."
She shifts in Nimbus's arms; suddenly, he's holding Slade. A Slade who is this close to falling back down the stairs.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2012 21:52:11 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Nimbus exclaims, and he has to scramble to try to rearrange his grip on Slade.
Okay, so Slade can shift between male and female. That's... handy. Nimbus supposes? Good for disguises, maybe? Heck, Nimbus wishes he could do that. It would help with some of his current problems, like the INS being after him.
He doesn't comment on it, though, in case this is just a normal thing that humans do. Nimbus doesn't want to be caught out as an alien.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 25, 2012 22:09:55 GMT -5
"-Sorry," Slade mutters. "I'd ask Shahar, but she's got a migraine."
He tries to help Nimbus help him upstairs.
One of the neighbors steps out of their apartment, then gives Nimbus and Slade an odd look.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2012 22:15:17 GMT -5
Oh, slag damn it! Nimbus is not an abusive boyfriend, okay? He tries to radiate an aura of 'this is perfectly normal and boring'.
Nimbus mumbles genially, "It's not your fault."
He has no idea, actually, whose fault this is. Maybe it is Slade's fault. Nimbus just doesn't want anyone thinking too hard about him. It's hard. He's used to being the centre of attention.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 26, 2012 16:11:03 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," Slade agrees, "it's Mordred's fault. Stupid-" He trails off in muttered curses about Mordred's intelligence and bedroom habits.
The neighbor decides to file this under 'I'll tell the police if they ever get called out here for a domestic dispute between those two' and heads off into the night.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 26, 2012 16:19:43 GMT -5
"Uh, were you caught up in that dust-off between Mordred and Seraph down town?" Nimbus asks, eyes wide, though he keeps his voice down, "Are the cops going to want to question you?"
If they are, Nimbus is going to be somewhere else.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 26, 2012 16:56:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, and why would the cops want to question me? They got plenty of witnesses. And I already gave my statement." Seraph is generally pretty good about that, especially when there is a lot of property damage.
Oh, look, here's the door. "Just help me get some ibuprofen and fall into bed, will ya?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 26, 2012 19:37:24 GMT -5
"Oh, okay, you talked to them already. Good," Nimbus replies. They let Slade go with a headwound like that? Maybe it just looks worse than it is. Nimbus hopes. On the one hand, Nimbus does not want Slade to die, because... well, Nimbus is an Autobot. On the other hand, Nimbus especially doesn't want to have to deal with the death investigation.
Nimbus opens up the door, when a different neighbour asks, "Slade, does your store have any more Twilight Needlenoses yet?"
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 26, 2012 19:58:26 GMT -5
It is worse than it is. Scalp wounds bleed a lot. Although blows to the head are not to be sneered at and might explain a few things about Slade. Or about Slade's neighbors.
He gives said neighbor a boggled look. He's, uh, bleeding and bruised and practically collapsed in Nimbus's arms. Is this really the time? "No, but there's a couple of Twilight Spinisters, a Cyberfire Skyblast, enough Rodimus variants to build your own, three Pepsi Onslaughts, four Coral Reef Drifts but none of the short-packed black ones, and a Pee-Dee and Flame: State Fair Trip playset."
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