re_alignment | [VIDEO TRANSMISSION: nexic temple]

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✘ real steel | midas

[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: nexic temple]

[A gold robot with a very stylish red mohawk is staring at the screen, foot tapping lightly and obviously displeased. Clearly a new arrival, or this thing has never made itself known before now. It raises a red boxing glove like hand, gears screeching in almost a kind of huff, and carefully fixes the amazing mohawk. Of amazing.

Once it seems satisfied with its mohawk being in perfect condition it points to the glyph on its arm, then gestures at the screen in a "seriously?" and "I'll kill you" motion. There is graffiti on his glorious self.

How dare you. How dare you all.]

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[Noisy Boy is just flabbergasted enough to turn on his video in return, hydraulics practically howling in confusion. You?! He'd hadn't though he'd see you again!

After a moment he moves slightly and taps his own shoulder. Look, glyph here too. It's normal.]

[You. Midas stares for a moment, before moving a hand across his neck. You seem to have a head again Noisy Boy, and he knows that's not how he left you. Actually, he should probably ask Noisy where the heck they are and where the hell Artie is, but graffiti first.

Pistons whirr and he points again to his glyph, then shakes a glove at the screen. Just because Noisy is okay with having people draw all over him, doesn't mean he is.]

[Noisy Boy taps his neck pistons with one forearm, and then taps his right shoulder. That's not all he has back, Midas. He's not quietly into Metal Valley anytime soon.

He shrugs his shoulders, pistons groaning, then sweeps his left arm out in a wide gesture. Everybody here has them, there's nothing to be done with it. He taps his glyph again and makes a slight shooing gesture; go ask the other bots, they can explain it.]

[Oh he can fix that, he could easily. If he knew where he was. And where Noisy was... Whatever.

Midas crosses his arms, turning his head away from the screen. He doesn't need to listen to this. He'll just get Artie to get the dumb graffiti off of him. He waves a hand somewhere around Artie's height and then shrugs. Noisy where's his creator and his legion of fans? Because he is not putting up with any of this. Have you even seen how weird this place is?]

[Good luck doing that without your handler, Midas.

Noisy Boy shakes his head; he hasn't seen your handler. Ah, but... he wags one forearm in a 'wait' gesture, and walks far enough out of the temple to get the sky in view. He manages to get the camera pointing at an upward angle... and points his forearm at the Lambda. Your people are through that. The same place Noisy's people are at.]

[He's that amazing, he could.

The sky. Noisy Boy's answer is the sky. What kind of idiot does he take him for? His creator and fans don't fly. This isn't some plane or space show, it's underground boxing. Midas gives Noisy a very satisfying X of his arms. Try again. Something believable this time.]

[Noisy Boy will believe it when he sees it.

When Midas gives him the X he simply looks at him for a while. If he was capable of rolling his optics... Instead, he simply focuses the camera back on himself, and slams his fists together. It's the truth!]

[Like Noisy would have any reason to tell him what he wants. The bot's still probably sore about the head. And the arm. And loosing. Everyone that looses to him is always sore, if they don't end up in the junkyard.

He gently taps his head, careful not to mess up his fantastic mohawk. He's not dumb Noisy, he wants the truth not some made up story of skies. He gives a punch to the air and then shrugs, body clinking. Did he knock something loose when he punched your head off?]

[Noisy Boy... really isn't upset by the loss he took at Crash Palace, beyond his own shame at his performance in the ring. It's far away from here and now, though, and that's the important part, he feels.

He leans his head back with a low, almost sarcastic groan, of his neck pistons... punctuated with a harsh grinding noise that wasn't intentional. Lingering injury. Still, he tips his chin up slightly. Midas you are so uncouth. He shakes his head once after that - no, his processing capabilities are in perfect working order.]

[Even if Noisy can still think properly his neck doesn't sound that great. Great to know his decappuccinos leave an after effect.

He points upward with an almost silent whirr, Noisy's best story is really everyone is in the sky? Then where is he? Not that he believes Noisy.]

[Charlie did his best to fix Noisy Boy, when he got the money to fix him. Noisy is grateful for it, even with the sticking pistons in his neck and his bum shoulder.

Noisy Boy nods his head at Midas once, silently. Yes, he's telling the truth. As for where they are... he turns his head and the camera to the landscape and shrugs. Where it is, is Not Earth.]

[Now that he really can't believe. No place they know of? Didn't Noisy travel the world, obviously they exaggerated about that because this is it, and he's just lost. Somehow. Nothing makes sense, except that Noisy Boy is wrong about everything.

He points to the screen then waves his arm in the space beside him. Where is Noisy exactly? Maybe if he punches the other bot enough, he'll get some real answers.]

[Noisy Boy would hardly speak of his travels at a time like this. But no, this is definitely nowhere on Earth. Even he managed to figure that out quickly enough. He's just going to let his friends inform Midas that Noisy Boy has it all figured out.

Noisy Boy taps his shoulder next to the glyph and re-orients the camera towards Vector Prime's temple and the crystal bridges. Good luck finding it beyond that; he's sure Midas doesn't keep up with star orientations like Noisy Boy does.]

[There's no way that Noisy knows everything when he doesn't. This is a bot that he tore up in the ring. Absolutely impossible.

Midas takes a moment to look around, check the video as to where Noisy is, and then look around some more. Give him time, he'll figure out how to get there. Possibly.]

[He does this time. And thankfully knowing isn't all about winning matches.

Noisy whirrs his neck pistons quietly. He hopes you enjoy walking. It will probably take a while, considering how spread out things are here... unless Midas manages to bum a ride.]

[He'll walk as far as he needs to, to give Noisy Boy a good punch in the head and to figure out what's going on. He needs Artie and Artie needs him, simple as that. He'd be letting Artie and his fans down if he doesn't figure out where they are and how to get back. Noisy is holding out, so as long as he's got energy he'll walk.]

[If nothing else, Noisy Boy's time being passed from handler to handler gave him some sort of patience. He's willing to wait for as long as it takes for Charlie or Max to arrive... and for Midas to show up at Vector's temple, for that matter.]

[It's a good thing that Noisy is patient, because Midas isn't getting there anytime soon. In fact, quite the opposite as he may very well be lost. Not that he'd ever admit, or attempt to get help.]

[Considering he doesn't know where you're coming from, Noisy Boy really can't help with that even if Midas asked for it. But he's sure that Midas will end up dragged to him if he runs out of power.]

[It takes what seems like hours, in fact it probably was hours, for Midas to finally make his way to where Noisy's at. Of course he got lost, which he no doubt blames the other bot for. And when he finally spots Noisy and makes his way over his mohawk is no longer in perfect condition.

He doesn't look happy.]

[Noisy Boy has enough time to go into standby mode while waiting for Midas to show up. Which he doesn't really mind, all told; saves him battery power. Midas shows up eventually, though, and Noisy looks him over. He motions to the other bot's mohawk after a moment.

Hey. What happened to your accessory that makes you an illegal combatant~?]

[Don't start with him. Noisy is completely responsible for what's happened to his mohawk. Gears grind in a huff as the answer he attempts to give Noisy, happens to be a punch to the head.]

[Hey, it's not his fault that Midas got lost. At least he sees the punch coming and swiftly raises one arm to block it. No more punching him in the head, bot.]

[Midas pulls his arm back and just stares at Noisy, posture looking quite miffed. Noisy should have just taken the punch, he deserved it after everything he made Midas have to go through.

He points at his less than perfect mohawk and then at Noisy, gears whining. You did this! Fix it.]

[Noisy Boy got tired of being punched in the head the last time they met. Now that he can defend himself, he's not going to just let it happen again.

He leans his head back slightly and then cocks his head, before finally shaking his head. No way it that his fault! Midas was the one that walked all this way!]

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