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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[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.

[Nooo stopppp he leans into that touch again, eyes narrowed.]

I don't understand it myself.

It's embarrassing.

[Nope gonna keep doing it. If you didn't want it you shouldn't have been adoraboo.]

Nonsense, it's cute. Which was probably the idea behind whatever did this to you.

[FFFF you are worst listener, Cade. His arm reaches up to try and grab that finger.]

To ruin any possible reputation I might-

[He stops when that finger gets to he front/top of the head, right where his Autobot sigil is. Oh...oh yes. Right there.

He flops over to let Cade work.]

[That's what he thought you said. He will just rub on that spot for a while, grinning. Found your spot~]

Now, now. I ain't bugged and you probably aren't either, and no one's listening. How is this going to ruin your reputation.

[There's a little clicky purr from the bot as he lies down in that hand. Yes, yes keep going.]

You wouldn't tell?

[Oh, don't worry, he will. And he will be recording that noise for posterity. Welcome to his Noise Files, Mirage.]

Who would I tell? I don't like Shockwave and Ironhide would shoot me in the face as soon as he saw me.

[He doesn't want to know about that. Best not to tell him. The purring continues, even arching his head towards it.]

...True. But there are other residents here.

[Definitely never telling him about that. It would ruin the fun of having that, really.]

There are. But would it really matter to them? They don't know you particularly well yet.

[Don't mind him curling in a ball. It just feels so good ffff.]

Does not mean a good impression wouldn't help.

[This is the best thing and Barricade is never, never forgetting this. Ever.]

Mm, and whose word should they take about you? Yours, or mine?

[He only really knew you from your file on Nemesis after all.]

[He will deny this to the grave when he's big again.]

I would prefer my own. I do not know your opinion of me to say the least.

[He just knows you as 'that guy that tries to kill Bumblebee'.]

[Bro he's got it recorded, you can never deny that.]

Mm. Most of what I know about you is from 'Con records of you. Which were pretty thorough until the Cube was jettisoned from the planet.

[One little blue optic pops up, looking into that set of eyes in return.]

So they did not catch my best side.

Well, when folks scatter t'the wind, communication and reports get spotty.

This is true.

[Back into that little ball he goes.]

I did a lot of planet hopping.

Heard most of us that weren't tracking the cube did. See anything interesting?

[Back to petting, in that case.]

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