[Voice/video] Interrupting your daily Glyphless shenanigans....

[deadlydoctor]

[The transmission starts with silence, then a muffled humming and finally a male voice speaks. It's quite the attractive voice, but it sounds like he’s trying to control his annoyance and failing.]

There's a moment in your life when you say to yourself ‘things can't possibly get better’…[By his tone of voice, it’s clear that he's being sarcastic.] …and then the universe proves you wrong. A new Cybertron, uh hum… I’ve heard that before. Really charming.

[>Suddenly, video! Enjoy the view of a cherry red robot with no visible faction symbol on him, sneering at the camera.]

I want to know who thought it would be a good idea to mess with my chassis and give me that horrid tattoo, of all things. [Tattoo, glyph, practically the same thing. Knock out didn’t really pay much attention to the acolyte, he had other things to focus on than a new planet. Like his paintjob.]

We should have a talk. [There’s a clear promise of pain in that last sentence as he waves a hand with very large, very pointy, claws. ] 

Comments

[video]

[drpaperairplanesmd]

[hums] Your planet is interesting, but I can't help but feel it sometimes seem to make no logical sense. [Fourth walling with the obvious lack of logic in TF? Maybe.]

Well, it's... how we evolved. You know. We don't usually have to worry about apex predators or giant alien robots, so our skin doesn't need to be as thick as armor, and much more. Though, yes, it can be easily damaged. But that doesn't mean it's not capable of some remarkable work. Besides, you may just see a thin coat of flesh, but we've layers of flesh - such as the epidermis, dermis, and so on - and muscle beneath.

[She sits forward] Here's a factoid for you: Human flesh is comprised of about one point six trillion cells - well, depending on the person. Every hour, humans shed up to thirty or forty thousand cells. These cells replace themselves to form new skin. So, essentially, we change skin pretty much constantly - in a month, we'd have a new [finger quotes] "skin job", just about. In a year, a human sheds up to eight pounds of cells!

That pretty much means our living quarters are layered with old, dead skin cells. [snrk] Glad you can't see them with the human eye!

[Video]

[perfavore]

[My, don't we have taste.]

Impressive.



Ferrari Italia 458.

[Video] Super late 8D

[breakthrough]

[Cylas pauses for a moment, fighting through that strange haze that clouds his mind. Oh he knows this person. He remembers perfectly well.

And now he has the advantage.]

Well, well...

Greetings, doctor.

[im_wavin]

This!

[And he transforms.]

[deadlydoctor]

[IT'S OKAY, THeRE WILL BE MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO ANNOY HIM.]

Have you ever heard of space bridges, pinhead? Or ships? You know, those things that allow you to travel around?

VIDEO;

[deadlydoctor]

[Flips some tables, that always helps.]

I'm quite sure I would remember you, specially if I operated on you. [You don't seem particularly angry at him, quite the opposite, so he's going to assume he did something to help you.] What did I do that time?

[Video] Fashionably late ~ 1/3

[deadlydoctor]

...

2/3

[deadlydoctor]

[What the frag...didn't he kill you already? How come you are here and still in Breakdwon's body.]

3/3

[deadlydoctor]

[Chill, Knock Out, chill. You can do this. And hopefully knock the bastard unconscious and play dissection again.]

Care to tell me how are you here and in ONE single piece?

[deadlydoctor]

That one of Solus, I've been sold. [It's not usual for him to see other fem bots, Knock Out smiles.] And yours?

[video]

[deadlydoctor]

[He doesn't, sadly, and he can't quite recognize the voice.] What is happening, exactly? And who are you?

[video]

[deadlydoctor]

I try to live up to my name.

Tell me Selina, is there any way to leave this place? As much I enjoy the company right now, there's things I need to be doing.

[breakthrough]

[A grin spreads across the familiar face. It's certainly not like any grin Breakdown has ever used, but it is still Breakdown's face all the same...]

Perseverance. Someone wants me alive.

[He lowers his voice until it's a close mimic of Breakdown's deep tones. Cylas wants to see how strongly his would-be killer reacts.]

Kinda unexpected, eh Knock Out?

Why don't you come to me and find out for yourself.

[deadlydoctor]

[Still breakdown's face, yes, and that's something that angers him to no end.]

You're like a disease.

[Would you stop doing that? Knock Out's frown turns into a wicked grin. one that promises a world of pain.]

Missing me already? Wnderstandable, we had so much fun the last time we were together. Do you remember? I have your screams recorded.

Send me your coordinates, big boy.

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out's eyes narrow.] Such good news. Is Lord Megatron here? Starscream, Soundwave...someone?

[video]

[deadlydoctor]

many things in life don't make sense, just roll with it and try not to worry too much. Is what I do.

Aren't you a talkative fleshie...Dead skin cells, sounds rather disgusting, no lie. But you seem pretty smart. [And date is something he needs right now.]

[dinnerdate]

... No. There's some Vehicons though.

[breakthrough]

[That reaction is promising. Cylas keeps his "Breakdown" voice and continues, pushing for more reaction. Hoping that soon the medic will give in to his anger. That is what he'd do with any human, and Cylas has figured out by now that they are not so different.

Except, perhaps, Cylas has an edge.]

Ah yes, with you the fun never stops!

Though I must admit, Breakdown's company has always been a little more... interesting in comparison. Poor boy just couldn't keep his head in the end.

[He smiles. This time it's lopsidedness seem more... Breakdown. Almost seems genuine. This small familiarity is still offset by the unnatural optics and slowly rusting metal.]

You had feelings for Breakdown, didn't you, doctor?

[deadlydoctor]

[Wait until he puts his hands on you. You will see how different he is from a human. For starters, fleshies can't turn their hands into chainsaws.]

I live to entertain while you, my future experiment, die for the art.

[His hand twitches before it curls it into a fist.] Why so talkative all of sudden? Don't go shy one me now and tell me where you are.

[He's not even going to bother answering that, but he's clearly annoyed by the unexpected question.]

[treacherous_widow]

[She's come to realize that most males around here haven't seen a fem bot before. It's been entertaining for her.]

Liege Maximo.

So does someone with a handsome face like yours have a name, or should I make one up?

[video]

[drpaperairplanesmd]

[Martha scratches her head] Yeah, I can get a little ramble-y.

And, well... As doctors, it's sort of our job to try and make sense of things? At least medically. I mean, the driving curiosity can be overwhelming.

[Video]

[deadlydoctor]

All that it's almost unbelievable. [Almost. He heard a lot of weird things in his life.] Hiccups. I don't like the sound of that.

[Knock Out stares at his glyph, suddenly glad that he has it.]Who decides who gets the glyphs?

[deadlydoctor]

[Oh he has met other fembots before. The problem is that those always end trying to kill him or his partner.]

I only heard about him from stories. How's the guy?

[He smiles.] I wouldn't oppose to that but the name's Knock Out. You?

[treacherous_widow]

[Don't give her a reason to and she won't try and kill either of you.]

Interesting.

[Smirks.]

Knock out huh? The name fits.

Call me Blackarachnia.

[Video]

[deadlydoctor]

[The best one. If only other Decepticosn could notice that too.]

I try.

Mnnnn...not a bad one. Italian models are always so enjoyable to watch. How fast can you go?