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re_alignment2014-01-06 08:07 pm
notyourblueangel) wrote in re_alignment2014-01-06 08:07 pm
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[The video comes on with a snap of power and a quick rocking motion, like the device was jostled into turning on. The blur of moving blue, yellow, and shades of brown across the view, too close to focus on, helps support that theory. Oh, and the hissing. Sounds like three or four creatures, actually, all hissing at each other.]
Knock it off, all of you!
[The camera is madly adjusting, trying to focus on the too-close object, and manages just as black metal hands wrap around a smaller robotic body, pulling it away until it can be easily seen. It's a firelizard – Numbers, Thundercracker's pet. The Seeker settles the firelizard on his shoulder as he turns away, unaware that his comm is on. The view is of the room he shares with Four. Across from the table that the device is on, three more firelizards are perched on his berth.]
Cracker, Sky, Screamer . . . I know you can understand me. Well enough, anyway. Numbers, you too. You don't have to like each other, but you will get along well enough at least to not tear up either each other or the room. Do you understand?
[The tall Seeker glowers at the creatures, and all four cower down a little, submissive. He maintains the expression an astro-second longer, then nods.]
Good. I'll take you all out flying in a little bit. Now . . . !?
[He had started to turn away for something, shifting to face the direction of the device, but then something, the device itself, catches his attention as he realizes it's on. He huffs. Well . . . might as well. He turns to face it fully, sitting on the berth next to the trio of firelizards, one hand dropping comfortably to the back of the nearest, the black-and-purple one, the other curling up over Numbers' back on his shoulder, the blue/yellow/brown firelizard nuzzling his cheekguard. Those who know the Seeker well enough might catch the faint grin at that – more in his optics than on his face.]
For those who don't know, this is Numbers. And these three . . . [His head turns to look at them as he introduces them.] Starscream, Skywarp, and . . . and Thundercracker. [He touches their backs, petting their wings – possessive, protective, fond. He looks up at the camera.] I'm sure I don't need to clarify which one's which. And no, I didn't ask for them or name them. They're . . . [He looks away, his expression clouding. His voice is quieter when he continues.] Barricade did. They're a gift. [He looks back up at the camera, his expression a little harder.] If anyone finds them out and about anywhere, return them to me. [And he realizes, or rather remembers . . . demands aren't as effective as requests… He's not one to beg, so "please" doesn't come out as much as he knows it probably should, but his expression loses its edge, going soft again, as he looks back down at the three new firelizards, now wrestling with each other all over the berth.] I'd appreciate it if you would.
That is all.
[He stands, crossing to the device, and the broadcast ends.]
((ooc: Back when Barricade first offered to build firelizards for people, I started a thread with TC to have him ask for one. I . . . I don't remember, must have gone on a hiatus and never finished the thread, and then have kept forgetting to do anything with it. People are free to recognize Numbers – he's shades of beige and brown with blue and yellow markings. Four's favorite colors. And no, TC's not creative when it comes to names. 9,9 He got Numbers with the intention of either sharing with Four or outright giving him to her. He's...grown rather attached to the thing himself, though. Now he's got a whole clutch of them. XD))
Knock it off, all of you!
[The camera is madly adjusting, trying to focus on the too-close object, and manages just as black metal hands wrap around a smaller robotic body, pulling it away until it can be easily seen. It's a firelizard – Numbers, Thundercracker's pet. The Seeker settles the firelizard on his shoulder as he turns away, unaware that his comm is on. The view is of the room he shares with Four. Across from the table that the device is on, three more firelizards are perched on his berth.]
Cracker, Sky, Screamer . . . I know you can understand me. Well enough, anyway. Numbers, you too. You don't have to like each other, but you will get along well enough at least to not tear up either each other or the room. Do you understand?
[The tall Seeker glowers at the creatures, and all four cower down a little, submissive. He maintains the expression an astro-second longer, then nods.]
Good. I'll take you all out flying in a little bit. Now . . . !?
[He had started to turn away for something, shifting to face the direction of the device, but then something, the device itself, catches his attention as he realizes it's on. He huffs. Well . . . might as well. He turns to face it fully, sitting on the berth next to the trio of firelizards, one hand dropping comfortably to the back of the nearest, the black-and-purple one, the other curling up over Numbers' back on his shoulder, the blue/yellow/brown firelizard nuzzling his cheekguard. Those who know the Seeker well enough might catch the faint grin at that – more in his optics than on his face.]
For those who don't know, this is Numbers. And these three . . . [His head turns to look at them as he introduces them.] Starscream, Skywarp, and . . . and Thundercracker. [He touches their backs, petting their wings – possessive, protective, fond. He looks up at the camera.] I'm sure I don't need to clarify which one's which. And no, I didn't ask for them or name them. They're . . . [He looks away, his expression clouding. His voice is quieter when he continues.] Barricade did. They're a gift. [He looks back up at the camera, his expression a little harder.] If anyone finds them out and about anywhere, return them to me. [And he realizes, or rather remembers . . . demands aren't as effective as requests… He's not one to beg, so "please" doesn't come out as much as he knows it probably should, but his expression loses its edge, going soft again, as he looks back down at the three new firelizards, now wrestling with each other all over the berth.] I'd appreciate it if you would.
That is all.
[He stands, crossing to the device, and the broadcast ends.]
((ooc: Back when Barricade first offered to build firelizards for people, I started a thread with TC to have him ask for one. I . . . I don't remember, must have gone on a hiatus and never finished the thread, and then have kept forgetting to do anything with it. People are free to recognize Numbers – he's shades of beige and brown with blue and yellow markings. Four's favorite colors. And no, TC's not creative when it comes to names. 9,9 He got Numbers with the intention of either sharing with Four or outright giving him to her. He's...grown rather attached to the thing himself, though. Now he's got a whole clutch of them. XD))
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['seeker' said like a dirty word.]
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To torture and find out how they "tick", I suppose?
[That frags him off maybe more than it should, in and of itself, but there's also the fact that all currently existing firelizards, both tamed and wild, were personally built by his friend Barricade? Yeah, that alone holds a LOT of weight for him.]
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They're cute and I want a pet.
[...to dissect. but. yeah.]
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Right. You look offended.
You'll have to go somewhere else for that.
[Ultimately, he can't prevent this sociopath from getting his hands on one –or more –but he doesn't have to help at all either.]
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Maybe I'll take one of yours.
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[Be glad –this is him being civil. Though that's kinda changing in 3…2…1…]
[His look goes cold, a small, predatory grin crossing his face, devoid of humor.]
Sure. If you enjoy being hunted down and ripped apart, Autobot. I'll show you your own dying spark chamber if you try.
[Some habits die hard? Well, he /is/ a Decepticon, even still. Also? Protective mama bird is protective.]
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ratchet just claps and laughs.]
I was joking! But if you promise to show me my own ember chamber then I might just have to do it!
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[There's a bit of a startled reaction –he was SO not expecting a response like that –but he recovers quickly, the mirthless little smirk back.]
If you want to see it that badly, all you have to do is ask, Autobot.
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Come and do it now! Kill me!
[Video]
[Frag, he's really backed himself into a corner, hasn't he? Any other mech, that tactic would have either scared off, or made them defensive. Either of those he could have worked with. But this?]
You are one sick fragger, you know that?
Re: [Video]
Wasn't this conversation revealing?
[Video]
I don't have to prove myself to you, you twisted excuse for a repair mech. I do have better things to do than rust in jail for a senseless murder . . . tempting though it is.
Speaking of senseless killing, what's on your agenda this week?
[Maybe he can somewhat salvage this inane exchange. If not his dignity, then at least possibly glean a clue he or one of the other police can use should something else actually come up.]
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Aw, and here I was starting to get lonely.
[...]
I don't know. Maybe someone you care about.