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[Well, it would seem that someone is finally sounding in. Took him long enough, especially considering that he seems to be using his sleeping back as a blanket, with a cup of something steaming in his hands. He sniffles.]

How did this happen, I never get sick. Bah...

Everyone should avoid my shack, maybe, I am contagious. It is probably that... whatever that is going around. Though if you happen to have soup I would not mind so much if you stopped by.

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Well, it eats energon. I do not know if it will eat those that have energon in them.

Let's not discover that...

Exactly. I will move it so we do not have to find that out just yet.

Thanks. Itsreallyappreciated. I'll see you soon then.

[action?]

I will be here.

[And indeed he is, huddled by a fire outside his shack, sleeping bag wrapped around him and pseudodog laying on his feet.]

[When Blurr arrives he actually stops a few meters away from the shack to make sure no plant is on sight. At times he still gets wary of adult make humans, he blames Motormaster for it.]

Ey there, hello.

[There is indeed a plant around the back of the shack. It's rather on the large side and awfully ugly with glowing veins. Strelok himself perks a little, waving to Blurr though it's interrupted by a cough. Even his dog Fang raises his head, tail thumping on the ground.]

Ah, hello there Blurr.

[Don't mind if Blurr stares at it for some time. What even is that thing, kill it with fire.]

Er..I...brought you the food. [Right, that's why he was there, to help. He got over the shock of seeing that plant and walked over the man. He offered strelok the cans.]

[Hey, it's not hurting anyone yet. Besides, it might make a good deterrent for hostile robots that run on energon!]

It is not going to hurt you from all the way over there. Thank you for the soup. [He takes the cans, setting all but one aside and pulling out his knife to open that one.]

['Yet'? Blurr is still not approaching it.]

Iknowitwont. I'm not afraid or anything. [Does that thing has lips????]You are welcome. Do you need some help heating up the food?

[Strelok can hardly blame Blurr for avoiding it, really.]

Are you not? Heh, I would be. [He manages to stab and saw the can open, finally noticing that he'd let the campfire he'd started burn low and the logs and sticks are all on the other side of the makeshift 'campsite'.] Ah, damn. If you could perhaps bring some of that wood? I would get it myself but Fang would make such a face.

I'm way bigger than that thing and I can always shoot at it if it tries anything. Cliffjumper and Blackarachnia have been teaching me how to shoot. I'm 40% positive that I could hit it. [Half joking, half serious. He knows he's a shitty shooter, sue him.]But I better go get you some wood, yes.

[That seems easier and a good excuse to get away from that weird plant. He comes back a few minutes later, carrying a ton of logs so Strelok doesn't have to move to get them.] Are those enough?

Only a 40% chance? [Strelok wheezes into a laugh.] Perhaps you could use some tips from the man named 'Shooter', eh? Once I am well, anyway.

[Strelok watches, idly scratching Fang behind one ear, and perks as Blurr comes back with a bunch of logs.] Yep. Put one onto the fire, I will prod it back to life.

I'm not even designed to have long range weaponry...>. [Do not laugh at him 8(] Would you do that for me? More help is always welcome.

[Blurr stares at the dog. It's different than his turbofox but at least is not as creepy as the plant.] Okay. [He does just that and makes sure the fire is not going to be extinguished anytime soon.] I know you told me already that you don't want tot go to the temples but you could sleep in the Habitation Wing, you know. At least now that you are sick.

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That surprises me. Long-range weapons are good for someone light and quick. And of course; I am always happy to pass on what I know. Especially to a friend.

[Fang looks up at Blurr, panting as his mouth opens in a fangy grin. Strelok gives the pug-nosed beastie another pat as he leans forward, taking a short stick of rebar and prodding the log and embers into getting the fire going again.] Ahh, and waste all this hard work on my shack? I can keep it pretty warm in there when I try. Besides, I would not want to get anyone else sick.

They are also heavy, that's why I only have one weapon installed in my robot mode. [Blurr smiles, happy yo be called a friend.] Thanks then, I would like that.

Does he need food too? I could go get some for him. [Ey doggie~ Blurr waves at Fang briefly.] There are private rooms in the Habitation Wing, you wouldn't be getting anybody sick. [Blurr worries that you will freeze to death here, Strelok.]

Perhaps it might be good to get a few that are not installed but held, perhaps. [Strelok smiles, lightly slapping his own knee.] When I am well, then, I will give you a few tips.

[Strelok looks up at Blurr keenly, with a slight, lopsided smile.] You are worried about me, yes? That is why you are suggesting this.

I have a gun, a small one Blackarachnia did for me. And if I need more, Cliffjumper is a walking arsenal. [Weeeee lessons.] Just make sure not to stay too close to me when I have a gun in my hands. Justincase.

Uh. Yes I am. [It's that obvious?]

It might not be a bad idea to try a few different models, maybe. Some are better with pistols, some are better with shotguns and all of that. And I will stay as far from your firearms as I can. [He is not a dumb instructor after all.]

Heh. [What can he say? It's still a little weird having people worry about him around here.] I am very good at taking care of myself, you know.

Oh I did, I did. Cliffjumper have all sort of weapons, some bigger than others. [Blurr remembers very well the first times they went to the shooting range. His shoulders still hurt.] I never tried a shotguns, though.

[the blue mech shrugs and sits on the floor so they're more at eye level.] Then all your skills and my worrying should ensure that you are alwasy taking care off.

Shotguns are not so bad. But they can have a pretty hard kickback if you are not prepared for it. [Having the gun smash itself into your face was not the most fun thing he'd ever dealt with.]

[Strelok sets the can of soup close to the fire to warm up and tries to rub the crick out of his neck.] So it should.

Odd, Barricade never mentioned living around any nuclear area. [Then again, they didn't talk much about their home worlds. For a good reason.]

Yes, that was him. We were...really close friends.

[The horizontal tango, mostly. But they also liked to spend time with each other, in general.]

Thanks. I'm now at Trion's Library but I can come find you if you don't want to walk. Are you feeling less sick now?

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/SCREAMS IN JOY. Audrey II !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Audrey II, with more robot-eating and less singing \o/

you know, maybe it would be better if we had less robot eating and more cool songs /o/

probably, but this is still hilarious \o\ for Strelok, anyway

At least someone's having a good time XD

He might as well, after all X3

heeeh yeah

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