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[phase6kindofbot]

Who: Sixshot and YOU.
Where: Somewhere in the city!
When: Some… time.
What: Talk to doggy! Pet the doggy! Annoy the living heck out of the doggy!
Warnings: Standard potential violence warning because Phase Sixer.



Sixshot never stayed in one place for too long. There were places he would visit often, like the Decepticon base and the Autobot clinic, but he never lingered for longer than a day.

Sometimes he dug; there were various Sixer-sized holes around the barren city now. His olfactory sensors helped with homing in on various useful equipment and he left them where either Spinister, Tarn or First Aid would find them.

More often than not, he wandered. There were massive spaces underground, caverns left by destroyed metros, the dead roots of collapsed skyscrapers. Unstable death traps to most other mechs, but quiet places for one who could withstand half a world falling upon him.

There was a hole over this particular section of what appeared to have once been an underground mall. The sound of running water echoed through the darkness and Sixshot could see the sparkling spray as he got closer to the shaft of light.

A waterfall? A very small one, but it certainly looked like a waterfall.

Sixshot slows to a stop under the collapsed ceiling. The water disappeared into a pile of rubble for the most part and plants were scattered here and there and up around the edges of the hole.

Stepping up onto the pile, the Sixer sticks his massive head out of the hole in the ground. Where does this pop up into?

Comments

[pharma]

Pharma's vents hitch and his optics flare slightly in panic as he realizes that Sixshot could very easily crush him right now. "I'm sorry, would 'I'm so very thankful he blackmailed me and ruined my medical career and reputation as I know it' be closer to what you're looking for?"

Apparently, he's not panicked enough to not be snarky, though.

[lifepersists]

It's funny how this friendship -- could he call it friendship? -- had really started to bloom. Sixshot always seemed to leave him something new, be it supplies or assorted gifts, and in return First Aid tried to press on whatever supplies that they could spare and what Red Alert and Ratchet wouldn't notice was missing. He... wasn't entirely settled on what the Phase Sixer's intentions were, since trust did not come easy to First Aid in the wake of the still-fresh memories of Delphi's destruction and Pharma's betrayal, but it was...

He wasn't sure how he felt or how to describe it.

His brush with Pharma had left him at edge since then, wary of leaving the clinic. It's an odd feeling-- feeling so unsafe, right outside where he lives, when the face of battlegrounds and corpses and plague victims never rattled him. He pulls cloth over his head, shrouding himself and the stump of his shoulder as he heads out towards the building Sixshot usually perches, moving quickly so he doesn't spend too much time in the streets.

[phase6kindofbot]

"I can't imagine that to have been pleasant," Sixshot remarks, and he says this as someone who has very, very rarely done escort missions with someone in his cockpit. He doesn't envy shuttle or city-formers in the least.

[phase6kindofbot]

Alright, the little guy apparently does not pick up on sarcasm too well.

Sixshot stops, however, only his eyes and ears still poking out of the hole, a bemused but expectant look on his face. He's used to the occasional weird encounter with some fans, but at least he knew those people were fans. They just wanted pictures with him standing in the middle of a leveled battlefield or an autograph or something.

He didn't have the slightest clue what this kid wanted from him.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Are you trying to make me pity you?" There's laughter underlining the Sixer's words as he closes the distance between his claws and Pharma. "Honestly, you don't need to, you're quite pitiable already." Sixshot taps one set of claws against the cowering medic's armor.

"Let me just make myself very clear," he continues in a gentle tone that most would use for mechs fresh out of the factory. "If I find out that you have hurt either Tarn or First Aid after this little chat, your death is going to be a very slow and painful affair."

[phase6kindofbot]

Wings twitching indignantly, Sixshot lets himself suffer Rampage's laughing for all of three more seconds, before stomping over.

"Keep laughing, you gear stripping bastard," he grumbles reaching out to grab two handfuls of the red mech's alt-mode legs and using them to drag his companion along.

[pharma]

Pharma's optics flare as the claws close in, but he doesn't fire. As Sixshot finally gets to the point, they finally lower and stop whirring. He takes a deep breath and pulls further away from the claws with an unconvincing scoff. "You're assuming that I could hurt Tarn. But I wasn't planning on causing any harm to those particular mechs any time soon, and now you have it in my word."

[fuckinstoplights]

No, no he does not.

He's sitting rigidly, staring. Hoping that face won't leave all the way. He doesn't even know how to describe what he wants right now. Only that he doesn't want the huge bot to leave.

"Can... I walk with you again...? For a while?"

[phase6kindofbot]

By now, Sixshot was used to First Aid's furtiveness. He didn't question it the first time he saw the medic walk up to the building, shrouded in cloth, and he wasn't about to start now. Between Tarn and Pharma, the Sixer has a vague idea of why First Aid would be so cautious.

Still, it stirs up something like protectiveness in his spark and the six-former finds himself grinding shallow furrows into the rooftop with his claws while waiting. The building's vantage point was another reason he'd chosen it, but the vast view of generally empty streets and lack of any signs of threat did little to mollify him.

Sixshot only relaxes the moment First Aid comes into his immediate reach, shifting slightly to give the small mech room to sit against his side.

"I found a box of energon sweets," he announces once First Aid was in hearing range.

[crabcake]

Rampage's laughter is quickly replaced by indignant spluttering as Sixshot starts dragging him around like a sack of slag.

"What-!" he manages to sputter out as he squirms, trying to get his feet under him while being pulled along. "Let go!"

[lifepersists]

It didn't hurt to be cautious. First Aid didn't expect to be anyone's number one target -- not even Pharma, since that was clearly Ratchet -- but his spark deep anxiety was hard to shake. The hood comes down when he approaches Sixshot though, but the beast's announcement makes him stumble in his step, surprised.

"You got me candy?" his voice sounds as incredulous as he feels.

First Aid takes his offered spot next to Sixshot, leaning against his side as turns to look curiously at the box. He had no fear of whatever the Phase Sixer might give him; the flutter he felt in his spark was somewhere between excitement and bashfulness. He was never much of a treat mech before, but things were different here. Energon didn't have the same flavor or refinement. Sweets were a rare treat, one rather touching.

"You know you don't have to get me this stuff."

[phase6kindofbot]

Cycling air through his vents in a long, slow sigh, Sixshot just watches Kagerou for a good minute, taking the time to make up his mind.

"... Alright." It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyways. It wasn't even the weirdest thing he's been asked to do. Well. That wasn't combat related.

Anyways, the Sixer sighs again, one last time, and then starts climbing out of the hole.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Well. Good."

Not that Sixshot trusts Pharma to keep his word and not just nick something important in Tarn the next time the DJD commander has to go under the knife. In fact, he really rather Tarn never went under Pharma's knife again at all.

"So," he begins, switching tracks for a bit before he really got it in his head to squish Pharma. "What did you do with the arm."

[phase6kindofbot]

"Nope!" If Sixshot happens to sound inordinately cheerful, it's kind of because he really is.

Well.

At least he's inordinately entertained.

[fuckinstoplights]

And Kagerou's face suddenly looks like a kid's on Christmas morning. He just lights up, jumping down off his perch to stand near the huge bot. Near, but not underfoot. He's being careful not to be a problem.

At least, physically.

"Thank you!"

[phase6kindofbot]

"Well, I can't eat it," Sixshot says with a chuff and an awkward canine shrug. You know, just in case things were getting too mushy. "It was in a stasis box and it didn't smell rancid. Figured you might like them. Or something."

He quiets down when First Aid leans against him, looking away, radiating something like embarrassment. He's not really sure why this particular gift was different from the others anyways. The little medic hadn't protested the others before.

[crabcake]

Rampage flails for awhile, curses for longer, and then finally accepts his fate of letting Sixshot drag him off to wherever. Crossing his arms petulantly, he makes a vow to bite the Decepticon later.

Never mind that Sixshot's hide is probably tougher than his teeth.

Jerk.

[lifepersists]

"Or something," First Aid repeats teasingly.

He takes the box and opens it gently, taking his time not to damage it, then looks down at the contents. Candies, dusted with rust, or filled with oil, or a light brushing of silicon filled it and he makes an excited little sound at the sight of it, kicking his feet.

Normally, he'd share the contents, feeding the other mech who was thoughtful enough to present it to him, but Sixshot already said he couldn't eat it. He closes the box up with just as much care as he took to open it, settles it back down, and then turns around and gets on his knees to throw his arm around the dog mech's neck.

"Thank you." He couldn't hug well with only one arm, but he makes up for it by nuzzling his face into the warm metal.

[crabcake]

There's a gaudily coloured tank atop a nearby building with Sixshot in his sights. Rampage's aim shifts slightly until he fixes cleanly on his target: Sixshot's oversized rear. He's distantly aware that there's somebody with the six-changer, a small prickle of presence against his spark, but First Aid is well-hidden from his view by the bulk of Sixshot's wolf form, so he doesn't pay it any mind.

Rampage is bored. And when Rampage is bored, he thinks, and when he thinks his thoughts turn inward and travel down dark paths that inevitably lead to a deep rage focused on life, the universe, and everything. And when he rages, he tends to murder. And he's really trying not to murder.

So instead of getting bored, he's decided to engage in what is rapidly becoming his favorite pastime: annoying Sixshot.

And by 'annoy', he currently means 'shoot a missile at his butt'. It's not an especially powerful missile, he just wants to annoy the 'Con, not demolish the building beneath his feet, but it is still destined to collide with Sixshot's rear end at high velocity.

Rampage laughs as he fires off the missile and watches it speed towards Sixshot. There's a peace sign emblazoned on its nose.

[pharma]

The arm. Right. He'd kind of just been carrying it around and stashing it wherever he felt like sleeping. Pharma takes a moment to in-vent heavily before replying.

"I, ah... It's in a pile of rubble on the highest building by the clinic. A bit too clunky to carry around with me, after all. Feel free to take it back, I don't have any use for it."

Wrap up?

[phase6kindofbot]

They were heading off to adventures, Rampage! Stinky, dark and dank adventures likely with all manners of toxic waste. But you could still try to be a little more enthusiastic!

Sixshot is totally not smirking under his mask at his, uh, 'friend's' resignation, nope.

[phase6kindofbot]

"... So," Sixshot begins, watching the utter, unadulterated joy writing itself across Kagerou's face. "Just. Walking?"

Because the instructions there were kind of vague. Was he supposed to just pick a direction and go? Was there a specific way he was supposed to walk?

[fuckinstoplights]

"If... that's what you want?"

There's a definite hesitance to the words. He hadn't realized he was calling any sort of shots. Or the one giving directions. He just wanted to be near Sixshot.

As crazy as it was.

Okay!

[crabcake]

That... Honestly sounds better than most of Rampage's life. He'd just prefer to be doing it under the power of his own two feet, rather than slowly wearing the paint off his aft.

...He clearly doesn't care too much, though, given that he hasn't bothered doing anything more drastic to get away like transforming or shooting.

[phase6kindofbot]

First Aid's arm around his neck startles Sixshot- and then the warm press of his face has the big mech freezing in his spot.

"I. Uh. Well," he resets his vocalizer a few times, trying to find a way to shrug it off without seeming too... well. Callous? This was all a bit more touchiness than he was used to.

Fortunately, he was distracted from the dilemma by the whiff of sea food in the air and the distant sound of something rocket propelled being launched off.

Sixshot immediately flattens First Aid down with one paw, surging up to shield the smaller mech- just as the missile slams into the side of his rump with a deafening explosion.