robothell | sometimes i go out by myself and i look across the water

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sometimes i go out by myself and i look across the water

Who: pipes and.... you?!?!?!?!?
Where: around the city
When: haha um
What: pipes is being a bit of a busybody and seeking out those he's spoken to before but hasn't seen for a while along with generally just exploring
Warnings: none tho will update with any if needed. i'll also match styles if u wanna do action spam instead of prose

Wandering around, Pipes couldn't help but frown at some of the buildings that had seen the worst of this Cybertron's war. It's incredibly eerie, especially having made the stunningly good decision to go on his own - he was so eager to explore he didn't really think ahead in terms of possible danger on a deserted planet - but that doesn't stop him. The Mighty and Impulsive Pipes can deal with anything he comes across! He doesn't wander too far from wherever the current inhabitants of the city are holed up, painfully aware of comms being down and dangerous Decepticons around so he shouldn't be too hard to run across; generally exploring the big, obvious buildings first hoping to find something useful or interesting.

Maybe he'll drop by the known settlements, like the medibay to see how people are doing. Maybe if he sees someone out in the street or scavenging, he'll call out to them, just a "Hey! Are you alright?" all too aware of the drama that's been going down recently. He worries, guys, he can't help it.

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The little pitter patter of tiny minibot feet rang rather loudly in the dusty, empty ruins of a city, but Sixshot was caught up in digging out the basement of a demolished building. If he'd been paying attention, he might have heard the approach, but as is, well.

It was a particularly dark part of the metropolis, hidden under a network of highways that rose out of the underground and up between the several massive towers to cast deep shadows over any nearby architecture. The Sixer was little more than a dark silhouette, more noise and shadow than sight.

It would be hard to miss the giant bot, considering phase sixers were among the biggest of the species, and the amount of noise he was making. Pipes stops in his tracks when he gets close enough to see that the sound isn't a building collapsing in on itself, but rather a giant mech tearing it apart himself.

Pipes doesn't recognise Sixshot from his silhouette, but does remember the warning from the Lost Light Meetup™ about Tarn being present. For a brief, nauseatingly panicked filled moment, the minibot thinks he might've stumbled into the infamous Decepticon fanatic. He immediately backs away, optics wide and locked on the shadow. Unfortunately, he also manages to trip over a piece of rubble, landing loudly on his ass and knocking a few more precariously balanced rocks free from a nearby pile of debris.

Shit.

The big mech stops in the middle of shoving a beam out of the way, turning gleaming red eyes on Pipes. He doesn't move or say anything for the longest few seconds.

And then...

"Hm."

Letting the beam go, Sixshot dusts his hands off and steps out of the hole. A beam of light catches the back of his shoulders, lighting up the rather rust-stained white white and green armor as the Sixer strides over to a small pile of things obscured in the shadows.

"I've got something to deliver."

He's... still not entirely sure that isn't Tarn. Pipes knows the names of the phase sixers thanks to their infamous trade, but not what they look like. Tarn may not be a Sixer himself, but all Pipes can see is a giant mech with a lot of weaponry. Hadn't someone said Tarn was purple...? He can't remember. Nor was he entirely sure if the guy was talking to him or himself. Should he make optic contact or keep them hooded and pray to whatever deity actually existed that this monstrosity wasn't about to devour him? Pipes isn't sure, and would very much like to not do the wrong thing and get killed.

Opting to stay where he is, Pipes leans forward ever so gently. Probably against his best interests, but he squints - trying to make out the pile in the shadows. Curiosity never killed the minibot, after all.

Seemingly unconcerned with the dilemma the Autobot was having not too far away, Sixshot picks something up from the pile, something small and rotund in shape with little fins sticking out. He takes a moment to check it over once more before straightening up and turning back to Pipes.

It takes three steps for the Sixer to cover the ground between them, placing him just a bare few meters away from the minibot, towering over him even as Sixshot crouches. He extends a hand and holds out...

A medical drone?

"Take this to First Aid."

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After a brief hesitation, Pipes gets up and cautiously walks over to take the drone. This guy knows First Aid, maybe he's not so bad.

"Thanks..."

He trails off a bit awkwardly, not sure what to say. That's enough, right?

There's a small stretch of silence between them where Sixshot just stares down at Pipes as if waiting for something.

When it doesn't come, he prompts, "... Not gonna ask if it's rigged?"

"I..."

The thought had crossed his mind. "...Didn't want to offend you?" And then get blasted.

"It's faster to go out and kill people than it is to rig up a bomb," Sixshot says with a shrug, standing up.

That's comforting, right?

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Sort of, in a really shitty way.

"Good to... know. Um. Thanks. Again."

"Right."

Great conversation.

Yes.

... Having run out of things to say, Sixshot turns to go back to digging out the hell hole he'd made of the building's basement.

Usually Pipes is better with a conversation. He's still slightly terrified, however.

"Uh... should I tell him who it's from?"

What's your name, big guy.

"Tell him it's from Sixshot," he answers over his shoulder, not bothering to glance back. First Aid probably would have figured it out by description alone, but attaching a name to the present couldn't hurt.

Arcee likes being on her own, things are simpler when she is. There's not enough activity for her to keep herself busy in the way she'd like - they're in short supply of idiots she can beat up and not have to explain why - so she resorts to doing what she does second best. Watching. People don't look up, she's found, any more than they did on the proper Cybertron.

Which is why she watches the minibot calling out to someone who is clearly not interested in holding a conversation. Arcee doesn't even bother rolling her optics, she's just content to watch the little one make a fool out of himself for as long as she found entertainment from it. Which didn't turn out to be very long, and she drops to the ground - ready to make a break for it when he turns the question on her.

Maybe a glare will get him to stop.

Alas, the glare does nothing. While Pipes was admittedly deterred by Sixshot earlier, Arcee lacks the stature and heavy weaponry of a phase sixer, making her - to Pipes, at least - more approachable. He's trying to be more impulsive, after all.

This time, however, he just waves at her with a little faceless minibot grin.

Oh. He's an Autobot. That means she can't just beat him up if he continues down this path of... waving at her? Confusion passes over her face, mouth in a thin line.

"What do you want."

It's not a question.

Sorry bud, it's social interaction time.

"Some basic social interaction? I dunno, I've been looking around on my own for ages, it's getting a bit lonely."

While he doesn't know who Arcee is, he's getting a bit of a Whirl vibe from her. He's fairly sure at least he can run and hide under some nearby debris if she decides to attack. Ah, being small.

"There are others here. Why aren't you with them?"

Arcee's on her own because she actively chose it. But she knows the other option exists and can't understand why someone who didn't want to be alone would be.

He shrugs lightly.

"Scavenging. Believe it or not, occasionally I find something that's not a complete waste of time."

LIKE YOU, ARCEE!!!!!

Okay, she's kind of interested. Well, not really, but she suspects most people would and therefore can fake it if she has to.

Which she does. Poorly.

"Like?"

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"You!" He laughs like the obnoxious little turd he is, then trails off.

"Seriously, though. Cloth for the humans and tubing for the medibay. I found one of those colour cubes as well but... that's more for time wasting, not so much actually useful..."

Pipes turns a misc. piece of metal over in his hands.

"Some ammo, too. You can have it if you want."

This is what people trying to be nice and friendly is like. Right, yes. Arcee had forgotten about that. She takes the two bullets from him - holding them up to inspect them. They might be useless, but she's not going to turn it down.

"Okay." Lowering it, she frowns. "What do the cubes do."

"Oh, they're actually pretty fun!"

Pipes' visor brightens, already excited to show her. He whacks the side of one of the cubes and it lights up faintly, different coloured squares visible. Twisting it around, Pipes manages to make a side line up, where the colours merge and get brighter. FUTURISTIC ROBOT RUBIKS CUBES HELL YEAH

He holds it up, then pauses a moment, considering. "I mean, it's pretty hefty, too. You could probably..." What would Whirl do with one of these? Oh, right. Of course. "Clock someone with it if you threw it hard enough!"

That'll impress her, right?

"I guess." Well it's not impressive, but it's a use, she supposes. "Not aerodynamic. You wouldn't be able to use them long distance and they wouldn't penetrate plating."

This is how people have conversations right.

CLOSE ENOUGH

"Maybe if you didn't throw it? Totally innocuous toy then BAM!" he whacks his fist into his palm. "Unconscious!"

Honestly, Pipes hadn't really thought about June since they'd last met (he's so overwhelmed with this entire situation) until he'd found a very small roll of cloth. For what, he can't guess. Maybe a minibot half the size of him wanted a cape. Capes are pretty cool, and he'd definitely keep the cloth for himself if there was enough. There wasn't, though, so he decided to donate it. To June, maybe she could use it. He's not sure how humans work but everyone likes cloth, right? Maybe she could make a cape for herself. Fuck yeah.

Considering she'd said she was a nurse, Pipes figured she might be hanging out at the clinic, seeing to the other humans that had shown up. He hopes none of them had been hurt by the other robots. Not everyone is careful around smaller lifeforms, unfortunately.

It doesn't take him long to get to the clinic, and he saunters in, looking around.

"June? Are you in here? I found something for you!"

It's a good thing that June's already sort of accustomed to being around giant robots, because she's a little better at making sure she doesn't get stepped on. June's up on a table when Pipes comes in looking for her, sorting through a few salvaged items that she might be able to use as tools -- it's sort of unfortunate that everything here is meant for people several times her size, considering it doesn't leave her a lot of options. A few of the weird, organic Cybertronian fruits lay near her too, half-eaten and looking strangely large next to her.

"Pipes? Over here!"

He quickly locates the sound of her voice and makes his way over to the table.

"You said you needed a nap right?" Pipes that was like a month ago. "I found something that might help!"

Pipes holds up the cloth. Hmm, June was smaller than he remembered, hopefully this isn't too much. At least the colour is nice and obnoxiously neon.

June hides a smile with her hand, eyeing the cloth. Pipes, you're too precious, stop. It's actually quite a bit of cloth, at least for someone June's size, and her face brightens as she reaches out to run her hand over it. The texture's kind of weird, a little stiff, but it's not as rough as she expected. It looks old, too, although the color certainly hasn't faded. Ah, Cybertronians.

"Where did you find this? Pipes, this is perfect."

"I've been looking around for anything that might help anyone."

Seeing as he's not a medic or a science and has limited skills beyond being a solider. He doesn't feel useless or anything, he just enjoys looking around and finding the occasional neat little tidbit.

"Have you settled in okay?"

If this bolt of cloth were a macaroni drawing, June would be hanging it up on the fridge right now. You did good, Pipes. You did good.

"That's good of you," June says warmly, rolling up the bolt of cloth to set it aside. She can think of at least a dozen things she could use it for.

"Oh, I'm getting along. I've been hanging out here, mostly. I'm hoping to set up a clinic for the humans around, too, but...we're a little short on human-sized tools."

Best mom!!

"Oh, that's a shame. I hope we can sort something out for you guys." He means it, it would be a shame for the humans to be pulled here then killed off because of something so trivial.

"I can keep an extra look out while I'm exploring if you give me a list of stuff."

BEST SON.

"I'd be happy to," June says, beaming. "Thank you, Pipes, it's sweet of you to help. But I want to hear about how you're doing. Are you all right? Getting everything you need?"

"Yes! I've found tons of interesting stuff!"

He rubs the back of his head awkwardly, going slightly pink.

"Just nothing actually useful, a hah... I'm really curious as to what happened!"

Awww, Pipes. Stop being so cute, June already loves you. She smiles, though slightly bemused.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it... What, do you think something different happened here? I thought it was the war...you know, the same war you guys always seem to have."

"Well, yeah, but Drift said this isn't our Cybertron. Whatever happened to our original one, I'm pretty sure it didn't start materializing random people on the surface..."

He's not a science. His main idea is 'magic.'

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heeeeeey pipes

hi mom

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FOR JUNE

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