They'll have to go through you first

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and Whoever [Open]. One special meeting with a gold asshole [Closed to IDW Sentinel]
What: Earth made robot fun times!
Where: Various places
When: After Robot Prom
Warnings: ... does setting Sentinel on fire require a warning?


Option A

[There is one thing Miria had found out about herself while being stuck on Cybertron and that was simply this: She could restore her depleted energy by consuming some of the odd organic food-like items that were growing on Cybertron. Not that she took a lot, there are humans here after all and they needed the sustenance more than her.

So at this moment one will find the minibot sized robot carefully picking a few of the fruits and seemingly not paying attention to her surroundings.]

Option Bar

[Look, Miria has no reason to actually go into the robot bar. She doesn't consume Energon so why would she?

So really she's kind of lurking nearby and simply watching whoever comes and goes, while not being all that well hidden.]

Option Sentinel Only

[OH LOOK. Some trash, this prompt is also trash. So let's just have them throw down.

By some energon maybe? Whatever, it's not near by any populated sections of the city.]

Comments

[system_dp]

[Woe and alas, since she's been conserving her energy the constant force field she has around her is not turned on. So that fruit goes splat, but not against her head but against a part of her armor kibble.

Which does get her attention and she turns to look for whatever is throwing stuff at her, and she can't help but see Grimlock.]

Can this Unit assist you?

[staygoldponybot]

[it's true.

well, the rocks were MERELY A RUSE!!! he fires one shot at her while she's distracted, aiming for the legs.

he'll make her suffer, if he can.]

[imatruck]

[Grimlock, expecting some reaction, gets disappointed as the fruit lands as flat as he emotional response. He rolls back, groaning exasperated.

Oh wait now she's noticing him. The bot gets put on the spot, trying to lean against the tree before he breaks off one branch. Whoops.]

Uh yeah...can you feel stuff hitting your face?

[system_dp]

[Screw your ruse, she has grenades.

Not that she's using them, as she makes a quick attempt to dodge the shot. So it ends up hitting a leg and making her kind of semi-somersault and ending up in the dirt.]

[system_dp]

Yes.

[That's her answer before she takes one of the fruit she's carrying and takes a small bite of it. Maybe now that she's facing Grimlock he will take note that a) she is taller than any human has a right to be and 2) look at all that armour on her. That looks like she could transform into something, if he notices that kind of thing.]

This Unit would also request that the Cybertronian refrains from wasting resources. There are humans here that will require it.

[imatruck]

[Woah...she looks different from any human he's seen. The armor makes her look almost Cybertronian. He tilted his head, clicking his mouth.]

Aww, there can't be that many humans! Can't I throw one?

[planate]

Oh! I've met them both, too. They should be helpful.

That offer of Neocybex still stands, if you need it.

[system_dp]

Throwing one will lead to throwing more.

[Her voice is also very robotic, so she may just be a confusing bundle of what for him.

Or not, most of the Cybertronians she's met seemed to take her in stride.]

Would the Cybertronian be pleased if this Unit started throwing it's food source around?

[staygoldponybot]

[kinda sad that he feels super good about knocking over a fucking minibot. this is his life now.

he's stumbled, he knows. he'll get back to what he was, in time.

finally, he can stop sitting around on his ass and get up. sure, some parts of him are still burning and smouldering slightly, but it's not enough to really bother him right now. he walks over to her, wondering what to do. realistically, he can't do much. the overwhelming paranoia he's starting to develop is telling him that even if he killed her and got rid of all the evidence - including the body - he'd be found out.

fuck.]

The offer still stands. I did not start this day intending to end it a murderer.

[...about that, sentinel.]

[system_dp]

[Oh and she met First Aid and Ratchet, but does that count because medics? Well, she doesn't mention them.]

Sixshot did assist this Unit in basic maintenance. [aka a shower.]

And this Unit will consider the offer, Pipes.

[system_dp]

[Peh, dirt is not something she likes getting in her mouth, as she does her best to get on her undamaged leg.

Just in time for Sentinel to be up close and talk to her.]

Then it is a good thing this Unit wasn't planning on letting you see the end of this day.

[Cause guess what she is firing at him right now?

If you guessed a fireball, you would be correct. How many weapons does she haaaave.]

[imatruck]

[You're just a bundle of strange, little human....bot...person.

He lulls his head to the side while he thinks about this very important dilemma.]

...uh yeah! Sure!

[system_dp]

You would?

[Look who is talking, as she tilts her head in confusion at Grimlock's answer.]

[staygoldponybot]

I don't think that--

[whatever he was going to say, it's cut off by the fireball hitting him in the face.

and reigniting him.

today is a wash, he decides. he sighs heavily and plonks his ass back down on to the ground. still slightly on fire. whatever. whatever.]

[planate]

That's good! You figured out how to get fuel here, then?

[that's what he assumes by 'maintenance'.]

Lemme know if you need it.

[system_dp]

[Oh, okay he's on fire again.

Whatever, he's not trying to step on her or fight. So she's just going to open her communications to try and contact one certain person.]

Optimus Prime? This Unit is requesting your aid, if at all possible.

[It's pretty obvious she's sending a comm message, so enjoy that while you burn Sentinel.]

[system_dp]

Yes, this Unit figured that out on it's own. Sixshot merely insisted that this Unit shower.

[SHE HAD GLITCHMICE IN HER HAIR, PIPES.]

[staygoldponybot]

[even if optimus rolled up and punched him in the dick, this day couldn't get any worse.

whatever. WHATEVER.]

[planate]

Yeah that-- that's usually a good thing.

[he says, having not showered in like a month.]

[imatruck]

Yeah! It was funny the first time around. Wouldn't hurt to try a second time.

[system_dp]

[Don't worry, she can't tell that he stinks.]

This Unit has never had to deal with it's own maintenance before.

[system_dp]

It is still a waste of resources.

[She's got the smallest of frown on her face now.]

[planate]

Do you... know how, at least?

[system_dp]

Know how?

[Headtilt.]

This Unit is aware of there being ways for it to clean itself, if that is what Pipes means.

[planate]

I don't mean just cleaning, I mean like...

[a pause.]

Well, I guess it mostly does come down to cleaning but what if you got a clogged gun or something!