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Post by smokedtoast on Dec 27, 2015 23:14:53 GMT -5
Roadwild smiled in response, resting one of her hands on Socketrunner's shoulder. "You didn't have to... this place is pretty secure." There's a bit of a guilty tone to her voice as she responded. After all, she had pointed her blasters in Socket's direction when the door opened. That wasn't quite the actions of someone who thought the things she had said. "Glad you showed up though, I was starting to feel restless." She added as she sipped from her drink. "Not used to staying still like this for this long. Have they heard anything about Streetwise yet?" ************************** ~Can do, we'll hold down the fort. Have some ideas on who might have the information we need, it'll just take a bit to crack our way in.~ Came the response from Curse as he continued to work his way through the files. At least they had a place to look and a few avenues of examining this situation. ~Be careful Felis. Really don't want to have to explain to Hot Spot if you get hurt. She's looking for someone to hit these days.~ Intern added, before continuing his own methods as well. A part of him was glad for the fact he and Bombshell hadn't had sparklings yet, though the backside of his mind struggled to remind him it wasn't quite the same thing. **************************** Elsewhere on the same level as Bedlam... a small vent pops open, as a green and grey predacon-marked cicada bug made its way out of its escape route. Cicadacon would not be held in a 'classroom' no matter how much his usurpers thought it would. He was youthened, a sparkling at best nowadays... he would lose his brains, his height... but never his ego. It takes him a moment to transform into robot mode as he looks around carefully. First stop, finding some loyal minions to the old predacon council. If that doesn't work, maybe he can take advantage of his 'cuteness' as his brothers had. He hears the sound of movement in his direction and starts taking off down the hallway, hoping to find some place to hide before they're upon him. At best though he's still a tiny mech... easy to catch.
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 1, 2016 14:35:51 GMT -5
Oblvious to what transpired, Bedlam only concerning themself with their goal: the familiar spark.
And...something else.
'Hello?' They questioned, stopping in mid-corridor. Setting Bob against the wall -- making certain he was positioned sitting up, watching forward -- Bedlam looked around, regarding the vents. They had spent too long following their uncles through the maintenance shafts of the Dawning Light to know that ventilation ducts were an acceptable if not noisy way to travel through the ship. They listened to the telltale signs of movement, focusing their pinging to the immediate area. 'Hello?' They repeated.
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Post by striker on Jan 3, 2016 16:31:02 GMT -5
Naturally Bob would be put on "point" to watch for anything incoming. 'Raj would, naturally, bring up the rear as Bedlam scurried about, waddling in that way young sparklings did.
Putting the sandwich in Bob's lap for safe keeping, he too looked around, wondering what Bedlam had heard. * * * * Socketrunner shook her head, "Mmh, no. Been worried and grinding my gears about you, 'wild." she admitted, "I'm worried about 'spot too but--" she blushed, biting her lip
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 11, 2016 0:08:13 GMT -5
Noting with some dismay that it was another sparkling in the hallway... Cicadacon never the less saw an oppurtunity as he peeked his head lightly out from behind a trash container. Whoever it was, the sparkling seemed to have an affinity towards bugs if his stuffed apparatus was anything to judge. He could possibly use this, yes... It was merely a matter of keeping his composure. This was not the kind of thing a predacon leader would normally do, in his particular case. But it was worth a try! At least thats what the small voice in his head, the growing 'infection' of innocence that had already overtaken his brothers suggested. For once they were in agreement. That was troubling... but he couldn't tell himself why. Nonetheless, he stumbled his way into view. An unintended techno-fruit skin fell on his head from the container he was hiding behind, but it just made him look all the more troubled... "Hello?..." He asked meekly, internally snarling at himself for just how squeaky his voice had become. He sounded like the ancient -human- woman from the 'cartoon' that Big Daddy had shown him the previous week. "I didn't know they let any other kids out..." He added, trying to draw up empathy from the sparkling. ************************************* Roadwild smiled softly at the implication. "Aw... you big softy." She responded, pulling Socketrunner closer into a hug. For all the time she spent watching out for the former-geriatric transformer, it amused her that the oldest spark between them always had the youngest reaction. It was unusual in it's own little way, Socketrunner had ended up the proper mental age in that sense. "One of these days they're going to figure out how to weaponize that side of your personality and we'll finally have an end to war and destruction." She sticks her tongue out at the thought after a few moments. "Oh god that'll be boring."
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 18, 2016 12:58:06 GMT -5
Bedlam sniffed the air, nose high, before approaching. "Hi!" they chirped. "Who're you?" Regarding Cicadacon's glance towards Bob and the sandwich he was guarding, they crossed across the predacon's field of vision to sit across from the stuffed toy and claim the sandwich. Breaking it in half, they offered the smaller size to Cicadacon. "Here. Bob's not hungry." Looking up at the spot above their head, they said, "Thank you!" as though in a toddler's version of Grace, before attacking the sandwich, devouring it in five messy bites.
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Post by striker on Jan 31, 2016 19:51:44 GMT -5
Socket blushed, poking at Roadwild, "You hush, you-- you... you." she pouted, crossing her arms under her bust and snorted lightly - - - -
Raj bit his lip to keep from laughing, Bedlam was cute. Probably confusing to the cicada'former though... but who'd say no to free food
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 31, 2016 20:35:24 GMT -5
Cicadacon's stomach answered his question for him as it started to growl. Sheepishly he takes the sandwich and starts to eat hungrily, even as the gears start to turn inside of his head. He's still a little paranoid due to his own young status showing anyone could be anything in this age... though there is one name he could give as a mask. "Hi... I'm Repugnus... who are you?" It takes him a moment to consider before he responds with a simple 'thank you' as well. "Did the big ones drag you here as well?" ******************* Roadwild laughs as she's poked, smiling back. "What, you'd rather a condemning around here? You do realize which hospital they put me in, right? We have all the second chances and no judgement here..." She replies, leaning back and resting herself in the bed. "This has been new for you... hasn't it?" She asks, a part of her coder's personality showing in her observations. "I've heard stories from uncle Diesal and Dead End... but it's hard to picture it being as bad as they said."
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 31, 2016 21:12:22 GMT -5
"Re...pug...nus." Bedlam sounded out the syllables. "Pugnuts!" they laughed, wiping their mouth with the back of their hand. "Big ones? Teebs is big. Hound and Art too. But Teebs is bigger." Standing, they picked up Bob and hugged the stuffed animal to their chest. Sniffing the air around trash container - there was smells of food from there, but how many times when someone had caught them rooting around the ship's composting? With Mirage lingering --
-- there it was again.
"Hello?" Bedlam called out again, their head down and brow furrowed in concentration, bringing their attention past "Repugnus".
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Felis, shoulders rolled forward and ears back, followed Flit's directions and the crude signal, only to sense another close by: more controlled, refined, but still blatantly outlier.
A sparkling called out -- "Hello?" -- but he said nothing. Not yet. He needed to get to the bottom of this. A wayward sparkling was one thing; an untrained sparkhacker? That could pose a problem.
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Post by striker on Jan 31, 2016 21:22:46 GMT -5
Bedlam was smart, Mirage was watching and and started to move between the sparkling and the trashcan. No getting reamed by Arty and Teebs for them, no thank you~
What had he sensed, it wasn't him... something else? Someone else? - - - - Socketrunner sighed, "I'm just worried. Not a fan of hospitals no matter what." She blushed, looking away, "Well it's... it's been interesting 'wild." a rather noncommittal answer to be sure.
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 31, 2016 22:40:28 GMT -5
Dismissing Kami's hail, Felis rounded the corner, finding two sparklings -- one insectoid, one a large mammal, natural fuzor of felinoid and ursine. The latter was waiting standing erect, relaxed but ready, with a stuffed toy in their grasp.
The insectoid, Felis curled his lip, and was about to say something, before feeling another ping, and then the mammal sparkling met Felis's optics with their own -- heterochromia was not unusual, but uncommon, this sparkling with their left optic the same blue as his, the right a sunset orange -- before they chirped another, "Hello!" Holding the toy out, they added, "this is Bob."
This...this was the sparkhacker? A sparkling?
"You shouldn't be here," Felis reminded. "Who are you? Why are you alone?" The second question was an attempt at entrapment; he could sense the second mystery spark nearby, and looked in that direction.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 31, 2016 22:50:48 GMT -5
Cicadacon glanced down the hallway as well, recognizing the posture of his 'new' friend. Whoever this kid was, they were sharp enough to sense something coming. That could be useful in his rise back into power. He takes a defensive pose as well as he stuffs the remainder of the sandwich into his manibles. However... Cicadacon's eyes widened at the winged mammal that had entered the hallway. This was nowhere near the optimal conditions to deal with this newcomer, especially if Cicadacon is going to take advantage of the situation. Felis could ruin everything he was building at the moment! There was only one course of action he could think of... Cicadacon slunk to a hurry behind Bedlam, not saying a word. But all the same he was radiating as much 'fear' as he could possibly with his posture. Let Felis try to explain this action away, when he had been all so friendly to the sparkling in front of him. He wasn't going to let his own big mouth ruin it... this one time.
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Post by striker on Feb 2, 2016 20:22:53 GMT -5
Watching from his invisible state, Mirage wondered just what the bug was up to. Though he felt it unfair to judge a sparkling, old prejudices were cropping up. He'd never met a good bug so far, and it was hard to think this one was different. He also had to admit to curiosity about this newcomer.
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Post by artemisprime on Feb 7, 2016 13:24:05 GMT -5
Bedlam turned to Pugnuts. "Don't be scared!" Returning to Felis, they waved a hand towards the insectoid. "That's Pugnuts."
Felis would have laughed at the bastardisation of Repugnus's name ... except the Insecticon in question wasn't Repugnus. And the apprehension wasn't coming from either sparkling. The level of trust from the larger sparkling -- at first Felis had gauged at aged four or five stels, but down-scaled his assessment to three stels, max -- could be problematic. Spark-sensitives tend to be natural empaths, but for some reason, this one wasn't picking up intentions.
Or they didn't understand intentions.
This was not an Institute ward.
Kami had mentioned a delegation -- an exploration ship -- arriving earlier this sol. What if this sparkling had arrived with them? Judging by the natural fuzor -- like himself -- this was a second-generation transorganic, meaning their creators -- their parents -- had been on Cybertron during the Great Reformat. A sparkling emerged -- born -- on ship, surrounded by a crew who trusted one another without question...? That had to be it.
Felis changed tactics: kneeling before the larger sparkling, he held out a hand, palm up. "Where's your creators? Parents? Carrier, coder? Mother, father?"
The mammalian sparkling tightened their hold on the stuffed animal, bowing their head in challenge. "Why is Pugnuts scared of you?" they demanded.
Felis was losing control of the situation; he needed to get the sparkling away from Cicadacon. "Hey," he beckoned, trying his damnedest to maintain a calm tenor, "we should get you back with your folks, don't you think? I bet they're worried about you." He took shuffled closer, constructing a barrier against a potential -- and unskilled --spark attack.
And that was a mistake.
The abrupt "stop" of emotions startled Bedlam; the sparkling was quick, a bristle, a strange growl, and then their hand shot out, slapping the side of Felis's head, against his audio receptor, with an open palm.
The slap should not have hurt nearly as much as it did; a loud pop, then excruciating pain as his inner drum burst and intense ringing replaced all sound. Felis launched a series of curses, drowned out of his still functioning receptor by the sparkling's loud -- and unmistakable triumphant -- shriek.
"What the hell? I'm trying to help you!" he snapped.
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Post by striker on Feb 7, 2016 19:01:11 GMT -5
'Raj quirked an eyebrow, hand moving to his gun. No one yelled at his godchild, after all, -but- he didn't want to expose himself unless absolutely nessicary-- what's the point of invisibility if people knew you might actually be around?
So, shifting around, he waited, watching Felis and Bedlam and making sure to keep an eye on "Pugnuts"-- and trying not to snort -too- loudly at how silly that sounded.
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 7, 2016 20:02:36 GMT -5
Cicadacon shrinked away a bit as Felis moved closer, before being surprised by his new 'friend's Bedlam reaction to his advance. This was... new to him, in a way that only made sense with what the Predacons had gone through after the Great War. They had been forced to gain power in secret, always under suspicion for the actions of their predecessors. Was it any wonder that they had turned out they way they had? But still, he could use this. That Bedlam had come to his defense... push it. There were things he could be said that were the truth nonetheless in Cicadacon's mind. "He's one of the big ones I mentioned Bedlam! They work for the one who took me from my home!" He explains fearfully, a little more truthfully then he would admit. The council building had been his home for so long that he had known no other. And slingshot had taken his job, his life. It made no matter in his mind that he had been attempting to take it. It was his life to leave behind, his own life to control. And no matter what kind of care they had provided... he would always have that fear of never getting that control back. ************************************************** "Hey..." Roadwild puts an arm on her friends shoulder, attempting to assure her. "It'll be ok Socket. I promise, if it's a repeat of the past... fro m what I've seen Striker's managed to clean that up." She explained, a new realization coming to mind. Socket's obsession and addiction to the enhancers probably started in a clinic like this. And to be in the place where they were made... a new admiration came to mind as she pulled her over for a hug. This couldn't be easy for her friend. Primus knows how bad she'd be herself if she wasn't doped to the gills.
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