re_alignment | [Video/Action; Originating from Vector Prime's temple] Pata-pata!

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[Video/Action; Originating from Vector Prime's temple] Pata-pata!

[UGH. That is not the audio function. Stupid new body.

Have you ever seen an angry Italian Ferrari robot? Well if you have, you probably haven't seen them in six-inch form. The Link opens up to show Mirage, and it's obvious to see that something about him has changed. Compared to everything else around him he seems...more petite. Not that it stops him. The bot is rather stubborn, and is making his way around Vector Prime's temple (at a snail's pace, mind you), hoping he could just voice-talk his way through this problem, get it solved and move on with his life.

However, luck is not on this guy's side today, so congrats everyone! You're looking at bitty!Mirage! And...he's not too happy, rattling off curse words in both Italian AND Cybertronian. That's not good language, mister )8<

On the front of his chestplate is the Cybertronian glyph for "Mirage". An...odd aesthetic.]

Dio mio...This is embarrassing...

[If Shockwave or Barricade see this--]

Ironhide. Anyone. I require some assistance.

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[Well. That's an unexpected question.]

... I have medical knowledge, yes. Even use it from time to time if I'm specifically requested to. Why d'you ask?

[You have no idea how much he hates admitting this.]

I have no medic with knowledge of how our world's bodies work. And...

[Can you see where he's going with this?]

Would a scan help?

I don't normally work on our dimension's Autobots.

[Given their phenomenally bad track record with him and all.]

But. Given the circumstances, I'll make an exception. And getting a scan of you couldn't hurt, at least.

I am not surprised you don't.

[But you're his only option right now.]

...Grazie.

Can you really blame me? Besides, the 'Cons needed a medic more.

[One that wouldn't use them as experiments or steal their parts.]

Welcome. I'll drop by?

[There's a slight shake of his head.]

...That would help. I'll meet you at the entrance.

[If he's quick enough.]

If you can get there quick enough.

[But he can track you too, so whatever's fine by him really~]

[Don't tell him how to live his life!

He transforms rather quickly, making his way for the entrance.

Stupid...cops.]

[Luckily for Mirage, Barricade really has a longer way to go.

Then again, he's not teensy, so who knows?]

[The mini Ferrari makes his way out to the entrance of Vector Prime's temple, parked just in case he has to go out any farther.

He'll still diligently watch for Barricade, though.]

[Barricade rolls to a stop, walking the rest of the way - one set of optics focused on the ground. Luckily it doesn't take long to find his pint-sized patient and he focuses both pairs of optics on Mirage as he crouches down.]

Well. You're knee-high to a grasshopper these days, aren't you?

[Ha, ha, you're hilarious. Mirage's wings flutter indignantly at that little joke.]

You're not half as amusing as you think you are.

Yet my sense of humor is significantly larger than yours.

[He can't help it. Barricade lowers one hand, claws together and palm flat. ~~Need a lift?~~]

[Despite that obvious glare, he edges his way onto that hand. He can't say he trusts Barricade completely, but he's much safer there than with Shockwave.]

...

Grazie.

[Lucky for Mirage, Barricade has a soft spot for small mechs. He's gentle and careful lifting him up to bring him to optic level.]

Should probably get you t'Solus's temple; even if I don't find the cause of your... shrinkage, the other medics might.

[Mirage notices the odd gentleness, not sure if it's a false sense of security, but...Barricade has been rather easy to deal with lately.

Don't mind if he makes a little Mirage bundle in your palm.]

Sounds logical to me.

[Never thought he'd be agreeing with YOU this much.]

[Barricade has his moments from time to time. Especially with the younger ones and smaller ones.]

Got a ways t'go. I c'n hoof it, or you can ride in my chassis compartment 'til we get there.

[Offering the choice.]

...Walking.

[If only for the fact that he's worried he'll slip in a crack and get ground to a pulp.]

If you don't mind.

Fine with me. Why I offered it. Hope you don't mind the walk.

[His legs are (relatively) shorter than others from their dimension, after all.]

[His wings flutter again as he makes himself comfortable, awkward silence filling the air. He doesn't mind the walk, persay. It's not like Barricade's a huge difference in size to him.]

Why not use your thrusters?

[Yes, he remembers you saying that.]

[Barricade starts walking, keeping the natural bounce of his stride to a minimum. He's not here to rattle poor tiny Mirage.]

Haven't worked the kinks out. And I... ain't much for in-atmo flying.

[Which is putting it mildly, in fact.]

[He appreciates that, and leans back into those fingers as they walk, looking up at him.]

Cannot say I blame you. Although flight is mostly beyond Autobots.

[Barricade keeps the upper pair of his optics on the area, while the lower two are focused on Mirage.]

If you ask me, you really aren't missing much. Just the thrill of getting pulled out of the air by someone on the ground, probably. I never saw the appeal of flight.

It can have advantages.

[Flying over mountains instead of following paths can be a boon.]

Aesthetically, being on the ground offers more, a mio parere.

Have to agree there. Just a lot more variety on the ground, anyway. We tend t'turn out a lot prettier too.

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