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robothell2015-04-02 08:39 pm
redshitlord) wrote in robothell2015-04-02 08:39 pm
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come along to the great unknown
Who: RiD Sideswipe and YOU
Where: the CRATER then CITY
When: NOW
What: An Actual Child arrives on the planet of manchildren and... well. Things happen.
Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR THE NEW CARTOON?? that's about it.
[SCENARIO A - CRATER]
This... is not the scrap yard. Not even close. It looks a little like Earth at first -- what with the plant life and everything. So for an instant, he thinks maybe that's what it is. He made a wrong turn, or this is some sort of joke Grimlock is playing. Dumping him off in the wilderness to see who can get back first. That would make sense.
Sort of.
"Okay, really funny," he grumbles into what he thinks is his comm unit. "You win, you're hilarious, whatever. Strongarm put you up to this, right? Because of the whole patrol-taking thing?"
There's no answer. No nothing. Just silence. Which... he likes to pretend makes sense if they're mad at him for some reason.
Except when the red bot staggers out of the little copse of scrubby plant life, it's... apparent this is nowhere near anything like Earth. It's not like anything he's ever seen before, actually. He actually stumbles a little, staring around him in wide-eyed shock. He keeps his comm pulled up, just in case. Just in case some Decepticon had the ability to mess around with his head or make him hallucinate or whatever Bee had been babbling about.
"C-C'mon! This really isn't funny! I was kidding about that part! Bee? Grims? I'll take Strongarm even! Throw me a word here!"
More silence -- heavy and cloying and a little unnerving after so much time in close quarters with other bots and humans. After a life (albeit a short one) spent living in the middle of a big city. There's just so much nothing, it boggles his mind trying to pick up any familiar sound at all. The next word out of him is a little shaky, at odds with his earlier, brash, shouting.
"... guys?"
[ SCENARIO B - THE CITY ]
... it doesn't get any better when the lanky young bot arrives in the city proper. In fact, it gets worse.
The last time Sideswipe saw Cybertron, it was restored. More or less. Bots everywhere. Life everywhere. Enough to where they needed a police force to mitigate things. But this... this is just wrong. He can recognize it as Cybertronian, but that's it. It looks like the place has been through a war, compared to the Cybertron he knew.
That thought, for someone whose "serious action" is only dodging authorities and collecting rogue Decepticon criminals, is horrifying. He actually stops in his tracks, staring at the shell of a building on the edges of the city, looking it up and down in what is pretty much mute horror.
"This is... this is so not okay."
It's about all he can say. The building is all he can stare at, stupidly. Not even thinking to watch his surroundings.
This is not how he wanted to come home to Cybertron. Not in the least.
Where: the CRATER then CITY
When: NOW
What: An Actual Child arrives on the planet of manchildren and... well. Things happen.
Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR THE NEW CARTOON?? that's about it.
[SCENARIO A - CRATER]
This... is not the scrap yard. Not even close. It looks a little like Earth at first -- what with the plant life and everything. So for an instant, he thinks maybe that's what it is. He made a wrong turn, or this is some sort of joke Grimlock is playing. Dumping him off in the wilderness to see who can get back first. That would make sense.
Sort of.
"Okay, really funny," he grumbles into what he thinks is his comm unit. "You win, you're hilarious, whatever. Strongarm put you up to this, right? Because of the whole patrol-taking thing?"
There's no answer. No nothing. Just silence. Which... he likes to pretend makes sense if they're mad at him for some reason.
Except when the red bot staggers out of the little copse of scrubby plant life, it's... apparent this is nowhere near anything like Earth. It's not like anything he's ever seen before, actually. He actually stumbles a little, staring around him in wide-eyed shock. He keeps his comm pulled up, just in case. Just in case some Decepticon had the ability to mess around with his head or make him hallucinate or whatever Bee had been babbling about.
"C-C'mon! This really isn't funny! I was kidding about that part! Bee? Grims? I'll take Strongarm even! Throw me a word here!"
More silence -- heavy and cloying and a little unnerving after so much time in close quarters with other bots and humans. After a life (albeit a short one) spent living in the middle of a big city. There's just so much nothing, it boggles his mind trying to pick up any familiar sound at all. The next word out of him is a little shaky, at odds with his earlier, brash, shouting.
"... guys?"
[ SCENARIO B - THE CITY ]
... it doesn't get any better when the lanky young bot arrives in the city proper. In fact, it gets worse.
The last time Sideswipe saw Cybertron, it was restored. More or less. Bots everywhere. Life everywhere. Enough to where they needed a police force to mitigate things. But this... this is just wrong. He can recognize it as Cybertronian, but that's it. It looks like the place has been through a war, compared to the Cybertron he knew.
That thought, for someone whose "serious action" is only dodging authorities and collecting rogue Decepticon criminals, is horrifying. He actually stops in his tracks, staring at the shell of a building on the edges of the city, looking it up and down in what is pretty much mute horror.
"This is... this is so not okay."
It's about all he can say. The building is all he can stare at, stupidly. Not even thinking to watch his surroundings.
This is not how he wanted to come home to Cybertron. Not in the least.
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Who even is this dumpy little guy? He's yellow, and he looks more annoyed than Strongarm is on a daily basis. Which is sort of an accomplishment, if you ask Sideswipe. Then again, no one has.
So he pauses, tilting his head and squinting back, like Bee trying to impersonate Optimus for the two-hundredth time.
"Says who?"
Oh yeah. Super smooth. Totally confident. He's got this.
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That happens to be who he is anyway. Bee has no idea what sort of connection a different version of himself has with this guy... Doesn't matter really. The confusion of a processor trying to fit that together is still fairly funny tow watch.
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He can't even finish the word. He's just too shocked to hear that. This isn't -- it doesn't even sound like Bee. The guy is too short. Too stumpy. He's not built right. Sideswipe just ends up staring at him.
"What?"
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Come to think of it... It's been a while since he's seen that guy. Of course Metalhawk is yellow too but he doesn't really count. Does he? No, the guy really, really doesn't. Metalhawk is far too abrasive and twitchy to count for much of anything.
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It can't be Bumblebee. He's too short. Too... round. And old. The face is all wrong. He should have to look up a little to see Bee's optics. Not down.
This is ridiculous.
"Also, no. You're not Bee. Because you don't have Strongarm glued to your tailpipe."
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He shrugs the next instant. Bee would be more believable if he had his badge. There's nothing that he can do about that.
"Who are you supposed to be, by the way?"
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Why yes, he actually says that. He figures, if this guy is actually Bumblebee, he'll know. Or he should know, at any rate. And he sounds indignant in the process.