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robothell2015-04-04 12:59 am
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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?
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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He shifts in place again, drawing his knees to his chest. There's probably value in what the huge robot is saying. He didn't steer Kagerou wrong before. But on the other hand...
The familiarity of the frame is a huge comfort the others lack.
"You're pawning me off on them again."
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Spinister might be able to help, but Spinister didn't have much in terms of resources either- and Sixshot would know. He was the one who brought the Decepticon medic most of his supplies.
"If you're content to wallow like this though, I won't continue to bother you."
And with those words, Sixshot makes to duck back into the pit.
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He isn't sure what he's hoping to accomplish, saying that. Maybe just prove he's capable of functioning on his own. Maybe... fix something or bridge some gap here. He doesn't want to be looked after, he's just... he's oddly content to trail in this being's shadow.
And then the other threatens to leave and he's sitting upright, flaring his wings. "You aren't bothering me!" he calls out, louder than he should. "You don't have to leave!"
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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.
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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?"
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"... 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.
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At least, physically.
"Thank you!"
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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?
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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.
Whoops! Sorry, this got lost under a bunch of tags! D:
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!
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.
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The giant six-former stops suddenly at the edge, looking back at Kagerou, wings shifting in unease.
"Why are we doing this?"
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That's. Literally his answer. He doesn't see any problem with that answer. He stops where he stands, shifting his weight.
Does that mean he has to leave?
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"I... don't know what else to do."
At least it's honest.
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"You are not allowed to use me," he growls, voice so deep it shook the buildings. "You have no right."
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"I... what?"
But he's already taken a step back. Instinct telling him to be ready to fly off.
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"Go away," he says sullenly, turning to stride off into the waning light.
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His tension drains away. He stays there, staring after the departing bot. Wondering what it was he's done wrong. Fighting down the urge to follow.
... and now he's alone, again. Alone and uncertain and burning bridges without even realizing his mistakes.