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01 | Audio

[Texting? It's a bit beyond her abilities, considering typing mechanisms of any sort weren't exactly available in her tower. Not to mention that typing feels doubly unnatural with the alphabet all out of order and spaced strangely. Initially, the other two options aren't much better for her, and it takes some fiddling around before she gets the audio function to turn on.]

Um... hello? Am I doing this right? Can anyone hear me?

[Well, assuming she's using it correctly, here goes nothing.]

My name is Rapunzel, and while I'm sure that gigantic, talking, magic-living-statue person meant well, I really, really can't stay long. You see, I have a very important thing I recently set off to do, and if I don't go right back to take care of it, I may never have a chance to again... [She mumbles the rest of the sentence.] and I've kind of been waiting my whole life for it. [Ahem.] So, if anyone would be so kind to tell me how I could possibly return home, I'd be really appreciative.

[There's a small moment of thoughtful silence.]

But before I forget, by any chance, did someone by the name of Euge-- um, Flynn Rider get here before me? I know it might be a bit of a stretch, but I thought it might be a good idea to check.

[In all honesty, Rapunzel would be relieved to see a familiar face in this strange, enormous, intimidating world. That said, if there is some sort of hidden way back home, she'd need to make sure Flynn could return with her.]

Okay, I think that's everything I wanted to ask about.

...And I really do hope this strange thing is actually working and that I haven't been talking to myself this entire time.

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[He still showed up, thought. Call it destiny, call it a horse...fact is, adventure always finds its way.]

No that's not what....nevermind.[No point on explaining.]

You know what? You tell me where you are and I'll explain in person.

Um, I'm right outside a really tall building.

...That really doesn't help much, does it? Actually...

[She turns around on her heel and flips the device around, hoping to show him Vector Prime's temple. She isn't entirely sure if the "talky box" works turned that direction, but such is the price for her coming from a time where waterwheels and cuckoo clocks are the epitome of technology.]

Can you see that?

No, it wasn't. All the temples here are tall but I recognize that one.

I will be there in a few minutes, don't move. [And he turns into car mode on screen for her to see. Isn't he a lovely race car?]

Okay, I'll just... wait right here then.

[Oh, he's definitely lovely for a... whatever a race car is.]

[Why, thanks lady.

Rapunzel will be able to see him in person very quickly because there's a car in the distance that's approaching the temple really fast. It finally comes to a halt in front of the gates and Knock Out changes back to robot mode.] Missed me?

[Okay, he's coming at her a little too fast for comfort, even while in the distance; perhaps she wouldn't feel cold fear grip her spine if she knew that these "cars" are supposed to go fast... and can stop on a dime. That was something she didn't quite expect. Looks like she still has a lot to learn. For the moment though, she feel sheepish for that momentary sense of panic. Of course she wasn't in danger; after all, this was the fellow who had already gone out of his way to help her. Rapunzel swallows down any residual nerves, quickly wiping away any concern from her features and putting on a smile.]

Um, sure?

[He doesn't know that she never saw a car before. even if he knew, he probably would act the same, though. Knock Out, however, did notice the brief odd look she gave him.]

Hmm...still scared of the big metal men? I won't hurt, I'm not that sort of mech anymore. [Not in public, at least. Knock Out put a knee on the floor so they're more at eye level.]

[She laughs, the sound nervous.]

Oh, it's not that. I mean it sort of is, but that other thing was scarier.

[At least this form of his is humanoid and not entirely foreign. Just 99% foreign.]

[Knock Out's used to humans being nervous around him.]

That other thi...My car alt mode? What, you don't like sport cars? [Sacrilege.]

Actually, I don't know what those are.

[You are strange, sir, though not necessarily in a bad way.]

Vehicles. Don't tell me you don't use those in your world. How do you move around fast?

[Oh yes, he is very strange, even for his kind. But strange is fun.]

Let me shows you how that things works, it's not so hard. [He points to the communicator in her hands.] Those buttons here allow you to chose what you want to do, audio, a video log...those other buttons there...

[And Knock Out's goes on explaining the basics. A lot of things might sound like gibberish to her but he tries to keep it easy to understand.]

Horses? I'm pretty sure people use horses.

[The guards weren't riding any, but there was one with them, so it's a pretty safe bet.]

But, um, no "vehicles". At all.

[Despite that huge world difference, she quickly turns her focus to his explanations, listening intently to every instruction and detail. It's a bit to take in, though the technology behind the functions is admittedly a lot more confusing and question-raising than the functions themselves. However, she figures it's best not to ask about the "behind the button" nitty gritty, considering she knows she wouldn't be able to understand it. Not yet, at least.]

Okay, I think I got that all. Thank you so much for explaining everything.

Horses are a bit obsolete were I come from. As far as I know, humans only ride those if they are police officers or if they want to share a romantic evening with someone. [Movies taught him so far.]

You will see a lot of them around here.

[Most humans can't understand how the communicator operates, it's not only her.] You are welcome. With a bit of practice you won't have any problems at all.

Oh... well, I guess horses are great for both those things.

[She'll definitely take his word for it.]

I think I'm starting to gather that. Do all the metal people turn into... um, cars?

[Are all vehicles called cars? No?]

I hope not. But I think I can manage okay now, so long as I don't forget your instructions.

[She really hopes she doesn't.]

On earth the power of a car engine is often measure it horses too. Just so you can understand, my alt mode is a Aston Martin DBS V12 with an engine that produces 510 horsepower. Since I am also cybertronian, I am even faster than that.

[Ignore him Rapunzel of he will never stop talking about himself.]

No, some turn into jets, weapons, construction vehicles, spiders, a leg...[One of those things is not like the others. Still, all true.]

If you do, I'm sure you will find people in your assigned temple that will explain you how it works again.

I really don't know what that is, but it sounds lightning fast.

[No, no, talk on, it's interesting, even if she can't understand certain terms.]

A leg...? [Rhetorical question.] That's... really interesting. [And the "spiders" sound sufficiently terrifying.]

That's a good point, though I'd rather not bother them if I don't have to, you know? [It's bad enough having no choice but to flaunt her ignorance on her first day.]

That's exactly what I am. The fasted car around here, after that little blue agent bot.... [Knock Out believe Blurr doesn't really count, that much speed is not normal.]

Yes, he was once a combiner. [Realizing that 'combiner' might sound like gibberish to her, he elaborates.] A group of robots that change their forms to make an even bigger, stronger, unity. Have you ever played with legos? It's kind of like that.

I'm sure they won't really mind, but I understand.

Well, I haven't seen any "little blue agent bot" so...

[KO gets to hold the title as fastest... in her book. For now, anyways.]

Oh... um, I've never played with "leg-goes" but I think I get it. Is it normal for your kind to do that?

It's no one important, anyway.

[That would make him so proud if she told him.]

Most of us can't do it but it's not so uncommon. It's all about combat strategy. How was your world like?

[If he says so...]

That's some serious strategy.

[Er... do you really want her to answer that?]

As for my world... I really don't know. I was raised kind of... um, sheltered.

War is a serious matter. We are lucky that here people doesn't fight all the time.

Define sheltered. In an island, like Sora?

Um, is it really that normal that it's strange when it doesn't happen?

[Oh boy...]

Think... smaller than an island.

Ah...yes. That think in the middle of the sky? The Lamba? 50% of the time it's its fault. The other 50% is caused by Unicron, the god of chaos.

[What even is smaller than a island.]

A rock in the middle of the ocean?

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That's... not good, no matter what causes it.

[Maybe it's because she hasn't had the opportunity or the means to study her own world's history, but war seems like it should be a last-resort sort of thing, but something that happens often enough that peace is surprising.]

Um... no. Less water and a bit bigger. I live with my mother in a little... hm. Valley is probably the best word. It was a few day's walk to the nearest town and well... Mother was the only one that ever went there. She always said it was far too dangerous for me to go.

You are telling me. Sometimes I wonder why I even leave my room. But there's things that make it up for it. [One of those thing is seeing Cybertron alive, fresh and new. But that's terribly emotional and he will never ever admit it out loud.

Oh little blondie, if you only knew how universal is war in all the worlds and universes.]

No offense but that sounds boring as hell. Megatron and Starscream were against me leaving the nemesis when I needed fresh air but I did it anyway. Traveling around the planet was fun, even if that planet happened to be Earth.

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