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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Probably smart. They're liable t'drive you batty otherwise.

[His respect for humans is extremely limited. He has yet to meet a full human he can stand for long.]

Except when I hit my comrades f'r being intolerably stupid, they don't explode into meaty chunks. They hit me back.

[Which was glorious.]

[That last line gets a chuckle out of him.]

I have my own comrades for that.

Mm, they are awfully good for that aren't they?

[Something they can agree on? Madness!]

[Mirage is pretty surprised at how easy it is to talk to you too, Barricade.]

Especially when they deserve it.

[Well, at least they're both surprised? Otherwise it would just be Barricade that was appalled by his own lack of hissing and spitting at the other mech.]

Oh, absolutely. Sometimes they just aren't the sharpest tools in the shed and need t'know it.

...Who did you smack around?

[No offense, but you're one of the smaller ones...]

Anyone I had to. I'm runty so I didn't have much choice. It was that or get pushed around, and I don't let just anyone push me around. Gotta earn that privilege.

[He knows he's small. He also knows how to throw his weight around like a much bigger mech.]

They had to know messing with me or Frenzy was a bad idea.

[That earns a laugh out of him, and not even the condescending kind.]

I suppose you'd have to where you are. I don't really throw my own weight around against Ironhide or Ratchet, however.

[His armor is one thing he lacks in. It's less fun to wrestle that way ):]

[He grins. What can he say? He was pleased with his own performance.]

Never had to do that with Starscream, myself. Proved my worth there. But gettin' up in every other taller mech's face was extremely satisfying.

[Especially knowing that his armor was heavy enough to take them fighting back.]

[Mirage quickly adjusts himself back to stoic-mini-Ferrari, wings fluttering idly.]

Somehow I am not surprised that you didn't take anything from others.

[It's like you were abrasive or something.]

Well, if they couldn't give me a reason to, why should I respect them?

[Which, technically, goes for everyone here. But pushing people from other dimensions can occasionally get boring, annoyingly enough. Especially when the result isn't "they posture back" but rather "they get uppity".]

I know that feeling.

[He'd acquired many nicknames back home thanks to his accent he'd picked up. B( Wheelie was especially lovely.]

Respect must be earned.

Exactly. And it's difficult to earn.

[Barricade is working up a nickname for Mirage. Just give him a bit.]

So. I should probably ask. Anything unusual happen to you within the last week, before you shrank?

...

[If you do you get one of his wrist cables to the face.]

Hmm...nothing out of the usual. Merely talked to a couple of the residents.

[No, no, there's one coming, threat or no. He must nickname everyone. Whether they like it or not.]

Hrm. Anything specific you discuss?

[He'll think one up right back, princess.]

No. I spoke with a little creature who seemed curious of our language. Aside from that, nothing new.

[Don't go borrowing nicknames from his ex, that's just cruel.]

Curious about our language, huh? Like the language on your chassis right now?

[Hey, just how he sees it.]

...Ah...Si.

Hm. Now the shrinking I c'n get. The Cybertronian on you... not so much.

[Yes. That's clearly the strangest part of this whole thing, Barricade.]

[A small claw goes to his chin in thought, wings twitching.]

Now that I recall. I seem to remember a number on the little one's chest. It was his name.

Perhaps it is just...coincidence?

And you're about his size now, I take it? Awfully big coincidence, there.

[Or a teeny tiny one, whatever.]

Guess I need to add this to the list I'm working on, then. Which still has no discernible cause.

[Mirage blinks up at him, then looks to the side, obviously embarrassed that his small stature is linked to something so trivial.]

No connection...

Yeah. How d'you connect my thrusters, your size, and the... changes to some mechs' personalities, with it making sense?

[Because Barricade can't figure it out.]

...Atmospheric conditions?

[He was no scientist, that was a given. But he'd nodded off during Que's lectures once or twice.]

... Would you like to accuse the leprechauns while you're at it?

[bb you are insulting the scientist in Barricade right now and it makes him sad.]

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