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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I'm not patronizing you. I'm stating the obvious.

[You're welcome.]

Yes, well. Que and violent explosions. I doubt most of his experiments lasted very long.
And weapons are a very Ironhide branch of science t'be interested in.

[Pata pata.

He doesn't want to be the cute one.]

They did not. Half hour at most.

[A beat.]

It was not firearms that attracted me like him.

[For now you are the cute one. You poor little thing.

Barricade bends his thumb to absently rub the top of Mirage's head gently. Stop your attempts at metaphorically puffing up, they don't work on him.]

Mm, I suspect they wouldn't. You're more the bladed weapon type, aren't you? Swords and knives and the like.

[Oh...oh that felt nice. A small little clicking-purring sound escapes his vocalizer when he does that, eyes narrowing in pleasure.]

Si. I would rather be up close and personal.

[Barricade lets out a little trilling chuckle. See? Adorable.]

Not a bad choice, really, if you're fast enough to get into a bigger mech's space before they can get a clean shot at you. What I preferred t'do, during the war.

[STTTOOOPPPP UGH HIS REPUTATION.]

It worked well with Sonar.

[NO ONE'S REPUTATION SURVIVES BARRICADE, MWAHAHAHAH no he won't tell anyone about this. This is all for him.]

Ah, Sonar. He was kind of a tool, anyway.

[That gets a chuckle out of the Ferrari.]

You were not fond of him?

[He grins.]

Hardly had t'be; I didn't work with him much. But I would've taken Brawl's company over his, any cycle.

Cannot say I would prefer either, for obvious reasons.

[That head seems to tilt into that petting now, the click-whirr sounding again.]

Eh, Brawl had his moments but he wasn't so bad, sometimes.

And you seem t'like me petting you.

[Which is why he's going to keep doing it.]

[At that last statement, he shakes his head, as if immediately realizing that Barricade was the one doing that.]

Stronzate.

And perhaps I would believe you more if Brawl had not tried to destroy my comrades.

Ah, but your comrades were trying to destroy my comrades as well.

Still listened to you talk about Que, as if he didn't build weapons to annihilate all the mechs I knew.

[Mirage quiets down, thinking this over. Whether he'd admit to it or not, Barricade had a point. And...well he'd be lying if he said that Decepticons hadn't proven him wrong before.]

He seemed...confident.

[Barricade tries to look at things logically, from time to time. He chuckles quietly.]

He was. Well, you might be too if your faction's second-in-command hand-picked you as the artillery guy for a search-and-rescue mission. No one knew weapons like Brawl did.

[Mirage's tiny hand traces along the seams of Barricade's fingers idly.]

That is quite an honor. Although I wonder if his knowledge bests Ironhide's.

[Barricade twitches his claws lightly, though he doesn't seem particularly bothered otherwise. ~~He's a little ticklish, so sue him.~~]

It was; the bridge crew of Nemesis was well-picked and honored t'be chosen. Well, for the first five thousand cycles, anyway. As for Brawl... couldn't say how he would've matched up against Ironhide. Don't know if they faced one another during the war.

[Okay, because Mirage isn't going to stop, finding the little twitches to be interesting. Okay, so maybe he got a little more playful in his shrinking.]

They have not. If they had I cannot see how they wouldn't make...an impression.

[It's sort of the same principle as blowing on the back of a cat's ear, really. Just without the owner of the appendage looking put-upon about it. Twitch twitch twitch.]

Heh. You mean 'a crater that could be observed from orbit'? Haven't seen any lately, myself, so they likely never did meet.

[It seems to amuse Mirage to an extent, now batting at the fingers.]

Perhaps that is better for everyone.

Probably is. The universe thanks them f'r staying well clear of one another.

[Barricade looks at Mirage, vaguely amused.]

Havin' fun, there?

[As if snapping out of a trance, he looks up.]

...I....No.

[FFFF]

Really? Because it looked like you were.

[He grins.]

But I've probably got a ball'a yarn somewhere if you prefer that~

[Those door wings instantly angle down, like cat ears.]

What do you take me for, a hatchling?

[You're really convincing him otherwise.]

[He chuckles lightly, moving to rub Mirage's head with his thumb again.]

Don't be like that. Not my fault y'seem to be acting sillier than usual.

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