re_alignment | [VIDEO TRANSMISSION: nexic temple]

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[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!]

[You can't see it, but Ambulon is very intrigued with this robot's strange design. It's not Cybertronian, but it's definitely robotic. HMM.]

Seems we're neighbors, you and I. Where did you come from?

[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?]

[Who the hell is that? He doesn't know that voice, and humans don't normally talk to boxing bots. They don't even notice that they can think for themselves. But whoever this is might know where Artie is, so he'll answer. Maybe get another fan to stare at him in the process.

Midas does a few punches, posing so that the light hits him just right. It's easy to tell he does this a lot. Then he waves a fist about in a small square. He's a boxing robot. He obviously came from the ring.]

[Whatever.]

Hey. Hey. You got something weird on your head.

Completely hideous design? Must be an Autobot.

Yo! ADRIAAAAN!

Not much of a talker, are you?

[Fascinating!]

Oh, oh. You're like [the sound of snapping fingers] a, uh - a gladiator! Like a gladiator. Only, you seem very different. Not like most Cybertronians I've come across. If you are one, that is.

[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.]

[You are teh secodn robot with boxing gloves for hands he sees here.]

Are you from Noisy Boy's world sir? That mark on your arm tells you which one of the FirstForged are you linked to.

[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.]

[Golden king, gladiator themed, sure he's all that and more. He gives a bit of a nod before holding up a fist. Hold it. He has no idea what word was just used, but he's not familiar with it. Midas tilts his head, its very slight, but visible if you look for it. What are you talking about?]

[Is that supposed to be a robot? It's hideous. In fact he's not even going to acknowledge it, he'll just stand around, brushing back his "hair".]

[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.]

[Those are wings. Very visible wings. Robots don't have wings. Or such ugly faces. Or talk. He doesn't know what this thing is, but it's clear it's no robot.

And excuse you, he is gorgeous. In fact let him just brush his mohawk back and stare, because clearly it's not him that's being spoken about.]

[What? ...What? Midas just. Stares. Nothing makes any sense.]

[He shrugs and taps at his neck. Can't talk. Boxing robots don't need to, everyone knows that.]

[Your Earth aesthetics are clearly awry: Whirl is a sexy ~~lamp~~ copter.]

Gonna have to hit it harder to kill it.

[He shrugs.] Or, you know, I'd recommend fire.

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