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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?

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[phase6kindofbot]

It'd better have hurt considering the crab had shot a flipping missile at them. Sixshot has better sense than to voice the thought out loud, however. Or at least, he tones it down to a displeased grumble as First Aid checks him over.

The hyper dense armor doesn't bear anything worse than a scorch mark, of course. There wasn't much that could put a dent in the Phase Sixer's armor.

Unfortunately, grumbly as he was, he doesn't really notice Rampage's jealous sulking.

[crabcake]

Geez, Sixshot, you think that like anything actually hurts you!

Rampage's horns bristle as First Aid comes closer again and continues to be touchy-feely with Sixshot, but he doesn't do anything other than cross his arms and settle huffily against a wall.

"I always hurt," he says helpfully, deciding he doesn't need to look directly at First Aid and Sixshot and glaring out across the city instead.

[lifepersists]

First Aid rubs at the scorch marks to uncover the metal below, knowing that it was probably uncomfortable, but he wanted to make sure. Once satisfied, his hand rests passively on the mech's butt, but he looks rather crestfallen at Rampage's response.

"That's horrible."

He's not sure what else to say, since the situation has turned rather awkward. Rampage obviously didn't want his help and he had snapped at Sixshot earlier, when Rampage had been the one to start it.

"Avoiding injury might help alleviate chronic pain." He wanted to ask if Decepticons did this, but with Sixshot there, it might be somewhat rude. It suddenly dawns on him that he totally forgot about the candies. He's not even sure if they made it through the blast. He turns to Sixshot, nudging his hip.

"Slag, I left your present. Did the box get crushed?"

[pharma]

Pharma cruises upwards and towards one of the taller buildings in the outskirts of the city, eventually swooping up onto the roof after making sure Sixshot is in view of what he's doing.

Once he lands, he shifts out of jet mode and makes a beeline for a rather impressive clutter of rubble, starting to dig through it with a grimace of indignation. He's not proud of his living situation, but Sixshot seeing this sorry state of being is a small price to pay to get him off Pharma's back.

[phase6kindofbot]

Well, yes, but even Megatron chose a tank mode after a while! Guns were kind of redundant when every other mode has a gun attached to it. And Sixshot is an all-terrain, all-situation (except water and stealth missions) super powered killing machine of a one-man army.

He has guns in excess.

"Not really," the larger canine shrugs. "Empty shops and empty places. If you like those things then there's plenty of it."

[phase6kindofbot]

Rampage's reply has Sixshot quietly rolling his optics in the background. At least it was a distraction from the mild stinging sensation of First Aid scrubbing through the carbonized paint layer.

"Yes, Rampage," he agrees with the medic, tone saccharine sweet and accompanied with a rather toothy grin. "Why don't you try avoiding injury? You know, by not shooting at me as a method of greeting."

At the mention of the candy box, he pauses, and then stands up, announcing, "I'll go see."

[crabcake]

"That's not what I-" Rampage starts, staring at First Aid. He cuts himself off with a growl. "Stop being concerned for me!"

Seriously, it's creeping him out. Medics are supposed to be concerned for him, just concerned with figuring out how he works. Sixshot just gets a silent glare, his horns flaring up. Oh sure, choosing the other guy's side, he sees how it is!

Despite his words to First Aid, he feels worse when the conversation ceases to be about him. Presents? Boxes?

Finally he snaps peevishly at Sixshot, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt your date."

[lifepersists]

"Yeah, okay. Because it's that easy. I'll just shut my emotions off and stop worrying about people." First Aid huffs. "Immortal or-- or whatever, you still have nerve sensors, right?"

It was quickly becoming very obvious that Rampage was not only violent, but very immature. First Aid isn't sure how he feels about being left by himself with the large, sulking mech, but his only expression of his unease was to turn his head and look at Sixshot as he gets up.

"Thank you."

Rampage's irritated jab catches him off guard, and First Aid feels far more flustered by it than he expected. His visor widens and he clutches his hand to his fist at his chest to keep himself from floundering.

"It wasn't a date!"

Sixshot is just being friendly. Frankly, he's surprised he hasn't gotten bored of him yet.

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot stops before he could take another step. The look he turns on Rampage is decidedly unimpressed. The look he then turns on First Aid is a bit more contemplative.

"He's cute," he says after a moment of deliberation. "But no, this isn't a date. We did not agree to anything like that. Still, I don't like being shot at, date otherwise."

And on that note, he walks off to fetch the candy box.

[phase6kindofbot]

The top of the building looked a little too rickety for Sixshot's massive dog form- so this time, he lands in his root mode behind Pharma.

"There are buildings you can shelter in," he remarks, looking around as he trails after the mech. "With roofs, even."

[crabcake]

"Being dead helps with that," Rampage mutters, crossing his arms tightly. The world is so quiet when all the sparks around you have extinguished.

He stares at First Aid when the little 'Bot flusters at his jab. Well. He stares after Sixshot as he answers. Well.

...He's really tempted to shoot Sixshot again, just to spite him. Not because he's flustered or jealous or angry or anything. His fingers actually twitch towards his gun.

Instead he just stands suddenly. "Well, as much as I enjoy being the third wheel on this not-a-date of yours, I have better ways to spend my time."

No he doesn't. Otherwise he wouldn't be here.

[villagepup]

A very fair point! Perhaps there is such a thing as having too many guns.

Koh nods. "I know very little about Cybertron. Perhaps if I know what it was like before, I can know how to help it."

Whoops! Sorry, this got lost under a bunch of tags! D:

[phase6kindofbot]

"...."

He's getting the vague impression that he was filling a role here. Only a vague one though and not enough to deter him entirely from just tolerating this weirdness.

So, Sixshot, destroyer of worlds and murderer of millions, begins to... walk.

it's okay!

[fuckinstoplights]

You are, Sixshot. Probably not one you ever wanted to. And one that probably isn't healthy for the little bot attaching himself to him. But Kagerou really can't bring himself to care.

He has something familiar here. Something he wants to cling onto and never let go.

It's... probably going to hurt, later.

But he perks up, completely, and follows after the big destroyer of worlds, like an eager puppy.

[lifepersists]

What. What was happening. First Aid understood that Rampage was just being a huge gearshaft, but Sixshot's rather contemplative look had him feeling confused and suddenly exposed. And then just like the rest of Sixshot's rather flippant demeanor, he just wanders off after.

That left First Aid with Rampage, who promptly decided he was going to leave too. He started this whole mess rather worried, but not he just felt embarrassed.

"Can you stay?" He asks rather abruptly, hoping that the red mech would at least listen to him before he flounces. "Someone wants me dead. And well-- I think we've gotten off to an awkward start, so I'd like to start again."

[pharma]

"Thank you for your pearl of wisdom," he mutters, partly muffled as he reaches into the rubble and digs around almost blindly. "I have sheltered in the ones I have found; it's a big city."

Finally, he pulls out of the rubble, carefully pulling something out with him. First Aid's arm, which is looking quite dusty. Pharma just kind of tries to brush off the worst of it before presenting it to Sixshot, expression neutral with just a hint of 'okay now please don't kill me'.

Skipping Sixshot at Lotti's behest for maximum awkwardness

[crabcake]

Rampage pauses when First Aid asks him to stay, staring at him with wide optics. Someone asking him to stay? Really? He's still about to retort 'why should I?' when First Aid continues.

"...Why would someone want you dead?" Seriously, the little medic doesn't look like the sort of person someone would be particularly interested in killing, beyond his occupation. No, Rampage, most people don't hate medics. "And how are you not dead already if someone does?"

He stomps closer and crouches down in front of First Aid, still looming over him. He reaches out to give him a firm poke in the chest. "You look like a stiff breeze could knock you flat."

Re: Skipping Sixshot at Lotti's behest for maximum awkwardness

[lifepersists]

First Aid stands his ground when Rampage towers over him, but he sways slightly at the strength of the poke. It felt somewhat like a punch, his hand raising to press against the sore plating after.

"Because I killed him," he says, his visor flickering with shame. "I was-- angry."

He tilts his head, looking up at the larger mech's face.

"Things are different here. The dead can be alive. I lost my arm when I saw him again." This was an uncomfortable topic. His field prickles with guilt and sadness, his tank roiling.

"I would just like the company."

[crabcake]

"You killed someone," Rampage repeats, honestly surprised. This little one, who felt concern for him of all people, actually managed to kill a person? He throws back his head and laughs, suddenly feeling much more relaxed.

Backing off a bit, he sits down, acid green gaze fixed intently on First Aid. "I'm not the sort of company one generally wants to keep."

He feels the guilt spilling out of the medic's spark, and asks, "Did he deserve it?"

[lifepersists]

The laugh just makes the tightness in his chest worse, twisting in his spark, and he drops his head, face shadowed. He's not proud of what he did.

"I didn't need to kill him," his voice is quiet, barely audible. "He'd been my friend. I was so, so angry because he killed so many and my friend and thought it was funny. But he didn't need to die."

[crabcake]

Rampage rests his head on one hand, propping his elbow on his knee. Guilt is a particular negative emotion he has little experience. No-one ever felt guilty about him, and he certainly never felt guilty about anybody he killed...

Well, except one.

"Mm, sounds like he deserved to die as much as anybody."Most of the time Rampage is pretty convinced that everybody deserves to die. "More than some. Why bother feeling guilty about it?"

[lifepersists]

"I don't kill people."

Except he did. He remembers Ratchet's counter to it, that they're better than Pharma, and his retort that Pharma wouldn't win at anything because he'd be dead. He hadn't been as angry then, but the mockery right before had been too much.

"I'm a doctor. I don't-- I help people."

He cycles the vent he was holding.

"Can we talk about something else?"

[phase6kindofbot]

The candy box was dusty and the corners were blunted, but it was intact otherwise, delicately clamped between Sixshot's teeth as he strode back over.

"It flew a ways away," he announces once he's close enough, seemingly oblivious to the conversation he was interrupting. "Might've gotten shook up."

[phase6kindofbot]

There's a brief moment of Sixshot simply just peering down at the medic, past the proffered limb, expression contemplative.

The moment passes without much fanfare and Sixshot gently takes the arm from Pharma's hands, carefully folding it up for transport.

"You can live," he says with a slight shrug and turns to go. "For now."

[phase6kindofbot]

"I do not know what it was like before either. I was mostly war-born."

Prettier probably. Although the way Megatron disparaged the political system of the world before, he doesn't get the impression that it was necessarily a good thing.