robothell | it's time to get funky [OPEN]

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jazz | justkindaflows

it's time to get funky [OPEN]

Who: Jazz and YOUUU
Where: All around the City!
When: RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
What: What the heckie is this place

Warnings: Possibly spoilers?

[First thing he tried to do was comm someone, naturally. That was also the second and third thing he tried to do -- Jazz liked to give things the benefit of the doubt. But given that he only got silence spattered with gross static every time, it became pretty clear that he was flying solo for this mission.

Visor down, and when in doubt, go for the thing that looked vaguely like a city if it wasn't so broken down and destroyed. And with the visor comes an eerie expression; solemn, almost regretful as he wanders through the dust and decay. But even as he drinks in the sad sights of whatever this place used to be, he keeps tense and ready for any ghosts or spooks to jump out of the rubble. You can never be too careful, after all.

Eventually he'll settle on an area in the center of the town to do some actual snooping. If he can't figure out where this is, he can at least try to work out what happened here. And more importantly, determine if there's anyone still alive.]

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[So... there was Grimlock, at least. Grimlock was a bonus. But there was the problem of trying to figure out where he and the big Dinobot were supposed to bunk down. Somewhere the creepy crab couldn't find them.]

[And somewhere that wasn't too destroyed. Or broken.]

[Sideswipe is just about the exact opposite of stealthy, jumping around broken buildings, sliding through half-collapsed roofs. He's counting on his speed to get him out of any trouble.]

[It's so weird... seeing a place so destroyed... He doesn't quite pay as much attention to his surroundings as he should, pausing to look an old warehouse up and down.]

[He hears Sideswipe coming long before he turns around to face him, ready to blast first and ask questions later. It only takes a short moment to pick out the bright red of Sideswipe's frame from the landscape of grey and rust -- it takes slightly longer to recognize him.

Once he does, he lets his visor slide back up and he shouts out with a wave,]

'Ey! Sideswipe, right?

[You can almost hear the record scratch.]

[His head snaps around, and his posture literally changes. All the lights on his plating suddenly brighten up, his face lighting in a broad grin. Oh man. Oh man.]

Jazz?

[Excuse him if the overeager bot slides down the rubble and practically bounces over.]

Seriously? Did they send you to come get us?

[Jazz raises a hand up to tell Sideswipe to slow on down, but he relaxes once the 'bot's in range.]

I... just kinda woke up here, so sorry. Gotta say 'no' on that one.

[He looks back towards where Sideswipe came from, frowning thoughtfully.]

You're not alone, are ya?

[His face falls, at that. Abruptly. His whole posture sags. That's not what he wanted to hear. Not after what that Rodimus guy said.]

Yeah... it's just me. There's like no one here -- I mean.

There's other bots and stuff, but they're not... I don't know any of them.

[Jazz frowns. Damn. But watching Sideswipe just kind of deflate like that is sad to look at, so he offers a hand on the red bot's shoulder as a brief consolation.]

But there are other bots here? Seems like a good chance to make some new friends.

[He looks right up, brightening slightly at the touch. Wow, his idol is touching his shoulder. Wow.]

[But then he sobers up again.]

Yeah, but... hey. Can I ask you something?

Didn't give me much choice there, did ya?

[He pulls back and crosses his arms, hip jutting out to one side out of curiosity.]

Shoot.

Sorry.

[He scuffs his feet on the ground a couple times, before working up the courage to say anything.]

Was Bee okay? I mean, last time you saw him?

I was yankin' you, kid. It's fine. [His face scrunches slightly as he ponders Sideswipe's question, hands dropping to his sides and then to rest on his hips.]

Yeah, he was fine, unless a horde of 'Cons came after him the second I turned around to head back to Cybertron. [Wait.] Which I'm sure he would've been able to handle if it had.

O-oh. Right! I knew that. Totally.

[But the answer doesn't inspire any actual confidence. It just makes his face fall again.]

So... you haven't seen him since you saw all of us. Scrap.

[Grimlock is definitely alive, and makes no effort to hide that fact. He trudges along with a heavy footstep, thinking this place was almost a ghost town.

He, like Sideswipe, have been looking for a place to stay in the wreck town. But the idea of a not-broken home sounds increasingly impossible. Grimlock wonders what happened to Cybertron, what led to it becoming this blown out and rusted?

Well, there he goes,a big ol' dinosaur ambling along like he's the only one here. And for all he knows? He is.]

[The sound of something big strolling by is usually a bad thing, so Jazz slips into cover, optics narrowing behind his visor as he waits for whatever is coming.

The good thing is that it's hard not to recognize Grimlock, even if they were only acquainted for a brief amount of time, so Jazz carefully reveals himself, moving cautiously just in case,]

[Grimlock eventually comes by where Jazz is hiding out. And thankfully Grimlock is no spy and does spot the mech.

But just for a brief moment, he pays the briefest attention to the suddenly appearing Autobot. He turns to get a better look at the other mech.]

Hey man, what's with the super secrecy? It's kinda weirding me out.

First rule of thumb when you don't know your surroundin's.

[Jazz shrugs once he's fully out of cover, brushing off a patch of dust from his shoulder.]

Good to see this place ain't as dead as it looks.

Yeah, gives me the creeps.

[But woah wait a minute.]

...hey, you're that friend of Bumblebee's! Juice or somethin'.

Yeah, Jazz.

[Firm enough to be correcting, gentle enough to say 'don't worry too much about it'.]

Speakin' of Bee, he wouldn't happen to be here, would he?

I knew that! Jaaaazz.

Nope! ...and between you and me, everyone's actin' weird about it.

There, you got it -- wait, weird? Weird how?

[When people act weird about someone... it's usually not good. He frowns at the possible implications of this.]

[He leans in close before whispering.]

People been saying that....

Bumblebee died.

[snooping is good. it's fun! pipes is totally used to this new cybertron already, snooping around himself and doing something stupid nearby where jazz decided to stop.

nothing anything interesting, except for the part where he knocks a piece of rubble, making a HUGE RACKET. it obviously scares the living shit out of him, seeing as he yelps and stumbles backwards, landing on his ass.

majestic as hell.]

[Jazz's head snaps up as he hears a huge racket coming from nearby, followed by a yelp.

He moves as quietly as he can until he can get close enough to assess what the hell is going on here. Once he sees Pipes, he steps into the open, noting the red color of his visor -- and then the Autobrand on his chest. Interesting.]

You alright? [He asks cautiously.]

[he skitters to his feet impressively quickly once he realises he has company.]

Fine! I'm fine! I meant to do that. Really. Uh. Hi.

[Oh, he's... tiny. That's a comfort. Jazz doesn't relax too much, though; this is still a mech he's never met before.]

Nice hustle.

Aw, thanks. The important part is not being crushed by rocks.

[very important. it's not like that's almost happened before or anything..!]

That. Was not as stable as it looked.

Yeah, this place looks like it's seen better days.

[He pauses thoughtfully for a long moment before he decides to take a risk - one of the things he's best at. He holds out his hand, finally flashing a small, guarded smile.]

I'm Jazz. You got a name?

Yeah. War, right!

[war that ravaged their home planet to the point of it dying OH YOUUU]

Pipes! Explorer. Usually better about not getting almost smashed by rocks.

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