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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

[crabcake]

As Sixshot's head pops out of the ground, a monstrous claw swooshes through the air towards his neck. Really, it's not so monstrous in comparison to Sixhot's over-sized wolf form, but it is still quite large.

Yes, hi Sixshot. This is how your new friend says 'hello'.

It's what you get for acting like a whack-a-mole.

[system_dp]

Sixshot isn't the only one who is poking about in the ruins and just generally bumming around. Miria has also taken to just wandering, of course unlike the Cybertronian she has no clue what anything she may find could be used for. And hey, she happens to be looking around the same area that Sixshot's head is popping out of.

So coming up behind him, Miria is just going to reach out and...

Pat the big robot dog head.

[aminerproblem]

Megatron takes a startled few steps back as a huge muzzle suddenly bursts out the concrete. Sixshot had caught him at a very opportune time - faced with the prospect of once again needing to set aside his own personal wishes, at least for a while, the young would-be insurgent was feeling gloomy and almost listless.

When his decisions had been more realized, and he began to actually consult and train with his older self, he didn't find any particular happiness that came with it. Leaving the clinic would ultimately be an obligation. Even if he'd convinced himself it was necessary, it was hard to find himself looking forward to the prospect.

So this curiosity was a welcome distraction, and he steps forward towards the phase sixer's head,"Who are you?"

Locked to Pharma (back dated to a bit after First Aid’s amputation)

[phase6kindofbot]

It was hard to track a flier down. Any trail they left behind was swept away and lost in the atmosphere. It was somewhat vexing when he caught the scent lingering on Tarn or around streets and buildings.

Today however, it seems he’s gotten rather lucky.

Unfortunately for Pharma, it’s rather the opposite as he suddenly has a giant Phase Sixer in jet mode blasting after him at top speed.

[villagepup]

The first thing the much larger dog will notice is a noticeably smaller one. Human-ish in size, but still tiny compared to the average cybertronian. The wolf bot rears back in surprise, bracing himself for whatever may lunge out of the hole, but...he does relax enough to curiously look back at the larger canine, tilting his head. He has yet to meet any other canines while on this planet, so after that initial, jump, Koh's relaxed enough to stare silently.

Don't mind him; he's just intrigued.

[fuckinstoplights]

It's almost as if he has some weird sixth sense. Like, something drawing him over to where the big bot is. Because while he certainly didn't go looking for Sixshot, the sudden appearance of a canine-like head attracts attention. He was just trying to find a place to roost, no bird puns intended.

And then BAM.

There was a dog there.

The massive head just a few feet from the little niche he'd holed himself up into.

For First Aid

[phase6kindofbot]

There's a spot Sixshot found, not too far away from the clinic. It was on top of a short, stocky, square building that had once been crammed between other buildings of the like, but the neighboring ones had long been demolished. The surround debris created a ramp of sorts, right up to the top- and the clinic was still in sight but far enough away that he could generally avoid possible, uncomfortable confrontations with Ratchet.

Most days, at the end of his daily wandering, Sixshot comes and waits there for a few hours. Sometimes his brings supplies he'd found in his digging, and if First Aid didn't show up, he would leave them behind the roof access door for the medic to find later.

Today, he's waiting with a little box between his front legs, drowsing off under the alien starlight.