Log: Cat Cassette Tiem!
So after these entries, Howlback finally goes to see Glit to get rid of that accursed human music running through her processors, and well...
Glit: *is, as normal, in the medbay, staking out a place in it and rearranging it to suit his fiendish (and short) purposes*
Howlback: *and that is exactly were Howlback expected to find the medic as she creeps closer to his location, observing from a distance before closing in*
Glit: *Yep. Medbay. Currently in the process of being rearranged so that a cassette-sized medic can work more efficiently. Full of one (1) cassette-sized medic.*
Howlback: *drops down right in front of the cassette-medic from the inexplicable vents above, landing quite well for a cassette only currently using three of four legs, conveniently timed so that the medic had his paws full when she did*
Glit: *It's kind of like an action-reaction: Howlback comes down, Glit goes UP, plates on his tail and lower back flipping up to reveal emergency-use sensors. Kitty go POOF.*
Howlback: *Howlback sits back on her haunches and grins a rather sly, feline grin at poor Glit's reaction, tail twitching in amusement* Why, I think I might have startled you. *mock concern goes here!*
Glit: *Glit forcibly smoothes the plates back, flicking his tail in irritation when he's done.* You surely must be mistaken, Howlback. You don't seem to have died of the energon loss, so I'm putting this - *nods at what he's carrying, the various boxes having been clutched rather unmechfully to his chest during his leap* - down first.
Howlback: *grin simply widens at the denial, pushing the boundary between 'grin' and 'knowing smirk' quite well* Oh of course! Can't interrupt the /medics/ work, can I! *purrs easily and moves to trail behind him, left foreleg tucked to her chest, though it does not seem to hinder her*
Glit: Not if you really /want/ your leg fixed right now you won't. *How irritable is the medic whose tail keeps wanting to 'puff' back up! But he puts away the boxes he was carrying without dallying, and eyes Howlback evaluatively.*
Howlback: Of course not, /Kitten/! *optics gleam with amusement and she settles back again, tail twitching from side to side like a metronome*
Glit: Do you have any other appreciable damage? *With a final irritated tailflick, Glit is back into professional mode, and isn't he glad of it? Especially as he settles down to take Howlback's foreleg and really inspect it.*
Howlback: *gingerly holds out the foreleg, which has the armor chomped through nearly completely right around the middle, and shows strain damage from nearly being pulled off her body entirely* Other then that and my internal receiver controls, no. *though she is still smirking slightly, she isn't foolish enough to /really/ antagonize the medic while he's actually working on her. ...Well, mostly. Hopefully. ...So long as no /real good/ irresistible situations come up, at least.*
Glit: Internal frequency controls are probably a sign something more significant's acting up; if so, I'll find it. Your leg'll keep until I make sure either way. *releases her leg after numbing the sensors in the area, and starts hooking in the appropriate cables. *
Howlback: Hnn. /Lovely/. *sits and lets Glit do his thing, watching with that haughty cat Look, tail twitching*
Glit: *curls his tail neatly around his paws and sits up straight, impervious to the Look as only another cat can be* I assume you enjoyed yourself with Bombshell's rogues.
Howlback: *smirk only grows with the comment* Of course. Other then /this/ one, of course *lifts injured limb slightly* I had a /wonderful/ time. They may have just been sparkless drones, but they were fun enough to kill. Their shrill little screams were music to my audios. ...Other then the human drivel /currently/ playing though them, at least. *purrrs, claws kneading lightly at the floor in remembered pleasure*
Glit: I'll have to mark today on my calendar; I agree. This is /horrible/ stuff... *is also listening to it, as he has to in order to fix it!*
Howlback: Isn't it though? Retched stuff. *honestly agrees completely, and yet...it that her tail flicking back and forth with the beat?*
Glit: You could get better results just walking over the strands of a vibrason. *eying Howlback's tailtwitching as he runs diagnostics, but shows how /good/ a mech he is by not commenting. not commenting. /not/ commenting...*
Howlback: Absolutely. Or by throwing a drone into a flier's thrusters, I'd guess. ...Huh. Now I want to try that sometime... *kitty pondering face turns wicked!* *tail continues with its happy little spasms!*
Glit: I suppose I can't stop you. *okay, now he's staring at the flipflopping tail.*
Howlback: Huh. Really now. And here I thought you might object to that sort of thing. *amused* *tail goes flop. flip. flop. flip. wiiiiiggle! Twitch! flop!*
Glit: You know I do. *...Glit doesn't seem to notice that he's crouching just a little, watching that tail...*
Howlback: Well I don't hear you objecting to it very much. You're going to make me think you don't care very much about the mechs in your care if you don't. *mock-scornfully!* *Uh oh, a faster dance song comes on the internal radio and...there goes her tail, flying back and forth and side to side in a way that would make a dog ashamed*
Glit: Somehow I'm pretty sure we both know differently... *crouching down a little lower, his own tail starting to twitch at the very ends...*
Howlback: Oh do we? If you start acting like that, people might get.../ideas/. And /notions/. To the contrary, and all that. *Primly, tossing her head and giving her injured paw an idle lick* *tail starts swooshing around in circles, wiggling happily*
Glit: Somehow I doubt that... *wiggles his hips a little, and -- //pounces,// pinning Howlback's tail with both paws*
Howlback: *Screeches, yowling at the top of her vocalizer in surprise and indignation as /she/ poofs, armor panels and weaponry popping out all over the place, turning on the spot and - WAMWAMWAMWAM!!! Kitty paw to the face!*
Glit: *owowowowowowow! ducks head underneath forearm and lets go of the tail*
Howlback: *leaps back and away with one last resounding bat of a paw and a roaring snarl, dropping into a protective crouch, watching with burning optics as her panels twitch fitfully, unwilling to close despite her best efforts to the contrary*
Glit: *crouches defensively for a few moments more, before very deliberately straightening himself up and trying hard to pretend that /nothing. whatsoever. happened./*
Howlback: *snarls, still crouching, watching Glit indignantly, as though expecting him to jump her again, before /slooowly/ sitting back up, rearranging herself into a prim, cool stance, panels rattling as she continues to try and force them back down* *her tail is, however, flat against her back, tucked into its transformation slot, and she has no intention of letting it out anytime soon*
Glit: *sits up straight and tall, the end of his own tail flipflopping madly and completely belying his oh-so-neutral-nothing-at-all-happened-here expression* I. Um. Needed to test a reflex response.
Howlback: *snarls lowly, sneering* Of /course/ you did. And I'm sure you know just how /good/ my reflexes are for yourself now, /Don't You/?
Glit: Perfectly. *It would probably be a good idea for Glit to tuck his own tail into its transformation slot, by the way the very end of it is jittering about, but it doesn't seem to occur to him* Shall we go on?
Howlback: Of /course/. *short, snarky, and kitty is not turning away from you /this/ time, Glit* *eyes him with narrowed optics, claws twitching spasmodically against the floor*
Glit: *strives to look harmless - even more harmless than he actually is, which says something! - and gets back to work. Nothing happened. Nope. Nothing.* Your transmission receptors are fried, like you already know, but nothing's coming up on the diagnostics aside from that. I'll check the area while I'm replacing the receptor controls, just to make sure. *sits up on his hind legs and reaches for the back of Howlback's head*
Howlback: ...Fine then. *The harmless look does little to help, as Howlback continues to snarl, but she lowers her head, not letting Glit out of sight as she watches him through the corner of her optics*
Glit: *is a professional! doing professional things! Why, even his tail settles down as he gets back into the groove of it* Ha. Thought so. Some of the diagnostic nodes are a little damaged, too. *proceeding to fix*
Howlback: Oh lovely. *dryly* *notices his tail by its sudden lack of motion, and her optics narrow, biting back a grin*
Glit: There; they were just a little jarred. Music should be gone, yes? *sits back and tilts his head at Howlback*
Howlback: *pauses, cocking her head and listening...to blissful silence* Oooooh, yes, it's gone... *optics dim and there is a brief kitty smile~*
Glit: Good. *cat-smiles back, closing the panels on Howlback's head and settling down in front of her to work on her foreleg*
Howlback: *holds out her foreleg and ducks her head back down, tiny hidden cat-smile turning mildly wicked as she watches Glit work*
Glit: *misses the shift in her expression, as he's being a /good,/ /studious/ medic and fixing everything right down to the strained joints*
Howlback: *yes, well the good, studious medic was foolish and brought indignation down upon the Cobalt Sentry, so now the she-kitty is /plotting something fierce/ as she watches Glit work, paw stretching as she tests his work*
Glit: *does good work! anyway, one could construe it as revenge for descending from above on him? ...not that Howlback likely cares* *finishes with the speed and surety of a combat medic without distractions* There; everything right?
Howlback: *Nope! Howlback cares not at all. Descending from above was her /entrance/. Tail grabbing is a /no-no/.* *stretches and flexes foreleg, purring as it moves with the proper range of motion* Very satisfactory. That's one thing you have in your favor at least, Glit. You actually know how to fix a bot up right. *Is Howlback complimenting you, Glit? Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!*
Glit: I would hope so. *dryly. Yeeeeeeeeees he's in big trouble now, and doesn't he know it?*
Howlback: I would hope so too... *openly showing her wicked grin now, standing on all fours and stretching luxuriously, claws kneading the ground, moving at a completely relaxed and un-rushed pace*
Glit: *stands up and waaaaaaatches Howlback, tail flipflopping again*
Howlback: *grins and /slooowly/ heads on towards him, optics narrowed, medic-cassette in her sights....*
Glit: *takes a few jittery little steps backwards, armor plates starting to lift up again to expose sensors...*
Howlback: *cat-grin goes /wide/, fangs gleaming, and she saunters on right for him, tail even popping on out of its transformation slot, twitching and perked up confidently*
Glit: *apparently decides backing up is silly and ceases. Instead Glit arches his back progressively, armor plates on his tail /definitely/ lifting up again*
Howlback: *that wicked cat-grin that you thought couldn't get any larger? Well it just /did/. Howlback chuckles quietly, headed to Glit, almost nose to nose...*
Glit: *aaaaarches back even more, tail poofing, but retreat is silly. retreat is silly. retreat is so silly...*
Howlback: *Heads /right on up to him/....and keeps on going, sauntering on past, nearly brushing his side as she heads for the medbay doors, tail bopping him in the nose as she passes*
Glit: *turns to watch her go, slightly de-poofing*
Howlback: *trots on over to the doors like a four-legged model on, yes, a /cat-walk/, tail twitching, all lithe metallic feline grace and stealth, and on out the doors with naught but a gleam of a kitty optic as she rounds the bend*
Glit: *stares after her a moment and then manually soothes down the raised armor plates on his tail with his mouth - yes, he's licking his tail*
Howlback: *would smirk at that if she was there - but she isn't! Howlback is goooooooone~*
Glit: *lick, lick, lick, DOWN armor plates, stop poofing...*
Howlback: *There are NO kitties in the halls~ only one (1) in the medbay. No Howlback here!*
Glit: *re-composes himself and Goes Back About His Business*
Howlback: *Of course he does! Which is, of course, also the best time to //DROP IN FROM ABOVE//!!12!@!!!*
Howlback: *LANDS ON TAIL /AND/ AFT WITH CLAWS AND A CACKLING FELINE HOWL!*
Glit: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW!! *LEAPS straight up into the air, POOFED*
Howlback: *latches on with her claws, armor screeching, and holds on for the ride, still laughing manically all the while*
Glit: *attempts to flee!!! whether or not Howlback is attached to him!*
Howlback: *well then he will be fleeing with A Howlback attached, cause she's still holding on there, still laughing, and...leans forward, hissing in his audio* Glit, darling.../your protoform is showing/~
Glit: /And whose fault is that?/ *strangled - kitty still attempting to flee, despite The Howlback who is attached to him*
Howlback: Hnnnnn, /YOURS/! *cackles, working paws in for a better grip - which means, of course, that she's grabbing for the gaps between opened panels without /thinking/ about it*
Howlback: *...Save a Horse, ride a Glit?*
Glit: /I don't agreeeeee -/ *ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE ACROSS THE LAB*
Howlback: //I do!// *shrill, cackling again and holding on, bouncing all over the place as Glit tries to flee!*
Glit: *aaand OUT of the medbay doors barrels a strange sight: one white cat cassette medic attempting to flee the dark blue cat cassette gleefully cackling and clinging to his back for the ride*
LoveTron9000: O.O;; !
Glit: /I really don't agree at aaaaaall/ - *cat cassette WAILS, attempting to flee his 'passenger'*
LoveTron9000: D8!!
Howlback:*clings and cackles shrilly, claws dug into the gaps of the poor medic's armor, which is currently all 'poofed' out from startlement* Well then you obviously don't have the right /perspective/!
LoveTron9000: *MEEEP* *follows* OO?
Glit: Get oooooooooooooff! *yowling /nice/ and loud down the hallways*
LoveTron9000: D8!!!!! *is the kitty being...(whimper)...used?*
Howlback: Oh? You want me /off/, do you? Well why didn't you say so /in the first place/? *sickly sweet - and /still/ holding on, we might point out*
Glit: /I would think it obvious!/ *well, it doesn't /look/ like a terribly innocent position, really, if one is inclined to think that way with one's filthy, filthy mind*
LoveTron9000: *following and beeping in terror*
Howlback: *cackles wickedly in deep, forever, //unending// amusement, flexing her claws at those armor joints before... leaping right on off poor Glit's backside (probably with a bit more force then necessary,) landing neatly on her own paws*
Glit: *stumbles and FLEES a few steps further down the hall, the armor plates on his tail all poofed out, before spinning back around*
LoveTron9000: *almost swoons in RELIEF and flees to the wall* D;
Howlback: *sits primly on her haunches, licking a paw, the /picture/ of calm and not even looking at Glit - not /obviously/, anyway*
Glit: *glares a glare of yellow-eyed DOOM in Howlback's direction, still poofed*
Howlback: *IGNORES.* *Cat is Above You. Cat Cares Not for Your Petty 'Feelings'*
LoveTron9000: 8( *backing awat along wall*
Glit: *finishes his GLARE and turns away, huffily, ostentatiously IGNORING Howlback. ...and keeping a stealthy eye on her anyway.*
Howlback: *Sits! Washing self! You are Below Notice! ...her tail, it is not twitching smugly, it isn't, it isn't, it...so /IS/*
Glit: That was excessive. *addressing the blank wall, NOT Howlback, who is Not Worthy*
Howlback: According to /pacifists/, perhaps... *talking to/self/, of course - the only one who Is Worthy, of course*
Glit: Or according to those who aren't so much like /sparklings/ that they have to take petty revenge... *what an interesting wall; such a pity it isn't an interesting / conversationalist/*
LoveTron9000: *yes wall is good. wall is safe D8*
Howlback: Revenge? Who said anything about /revenge/? This was for /fun/... *smirks to self - yes, /self/ - and begins licking other paw. Hmm.. claws need sharpening...*
Glit: You're not protesting 'pettiness,' I note. *flick flick flick of irritated kitty tail*
Howlback: Meh, semantics. *Amused tail flick - your words. They cut nothing*
Glit: Meh, truth. *Exactly the same tone of voice! But this is Not Interesting. Glit looks around for something to better Ignore Howlback with*
Glit: *spotted: Lovetron!* *blink. blink. blink.*
LoveTron9000: O.O!!!!!!!
LoveTron9000: *backs away* ??
Howlback: *oh, motion out of the corner of her optics! Sneaky watching time!*
LoveTron9000: Cheeeeeep? D;
Glit: *clears his throat* Click, click, whirrrrr. Whrrrrrr. *it isn't quite the same 'language,' but: intent! it gets across!* ^_^ ?
LoveTron9000: *hesitantly rolls closer* *likes the pretty sounds* .....o.o?
Howlback: *fights back a snort at the noises coming out of Glit's vocalizer* *still licking own paws though! Not paying you /any/ mind. at. ALL./*
Glit: I don't suppose you speak any languages...? *settles down, loaf-cat style, all non-threatening*
LoveTron9000: Cheeeeeeeeep! ^-^
LoveTron9000: *and has learned a little emoticon for Roller too! Is a VERY proud sex-bot*
Glit: ...I'll take that as a no. Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr? *kitty is making /friends/ with the sex-bot! Now his ignoring of Howlback is true ignoring~*
LoveTron9000: Cheeee! =D *rolls up to him* *looks at the Mean Kitty and then pokes Nice Kitty with a tentacle* D;?!!
Howlback: *oh, how lovely for you, making friends with a /tentacle beast/*
Glit: *the tentaclebeast is still better company than /you,/ Howlback~* I'm fine, thank you. *pats the tentacle with a paw, reassuringly*
LoveTron9000: .......*trembles with relief!* Chirrrrr. *wraps tentacles around his paw* 8)
Howlback: *Oh, you think that /now/...* *watches curiously from corner of optics, flexing paws as she examines her claws*
Glit: *doesn't see Howlback becoming any more tolerable a femme to exist around* *lets Lovie have his paw for now* n.n
Big Daddy: *comes wandering in, humming Low Rider*
LoveTron9000: ^__^ <3!!!!
Glit: <3! *looks up at the, er, normal-sized mech*
LoveTron9000: :o!
LoveTron9000: *hides behind Nice Kitty*
Big Daddy: *is a not so normal sized mech, but bigger than these mechs* There are mechs smaller than Big Daddy?
LoveTron9000: *whimpers and hides low to the ground*
Glit: *oh-so-casually backs up so that Lovetron is as hidden behind the cassettecat as he's ever likely to be* You've never seen cassettes before?
Big Daddy: Nope
Big Daddy: And here Big Daddy though us Micromasters were small
Big Daddy: *kneels down to be more at their level*
LoveTron9000: *meep!* *peers at him*
Howlback: *stops licking, tail going rigid and ear plates going back to display her displeasure at the new arrival*
Big Daddy: Come on little mech, Big Daddy is a groovy mech. What are your names?
LoveTron9000: .....meeep. o_o
Glit: *cocks his head to the side and looks up at him* I'm Glit, that's Howlback, and I only just met this little drone, who doesn't seem to be able to talk.
LoveTron9000: *pokes head out*
Big Daddy: *nods* Groovy.
LoveTron9000: Cheeeeep. : ) ?
Big Daddy: *sits on the floor and pats the ground next to him* Come on, Big Daddy isn't going to hurt you
LoveTron9000: ....
LoveTron9000: *rolls over to him*
LoveTron9000: *settles down into the spot*
Big Daddy: *gives a warm smile and pets the drone softly* See?
LoveTron9000: *cheeps and bobs his head under the petting*
Howlback: *sneers, rolling her optics, disgusted with the behavior of all parties involved, and saunters on out on not-so-little cat feet, tail up in the air*
Howlback: *...she'll get Glit again later, anyway... >3 *
Big Daddy: *scritch the drone. To Glit* So when did you get here?
Glit: *IGNORES Howlback* Oh, not that long ago. I've mostly been in the medbay since. *nods at his own shoulder and the red cross there. Note the Decepticon sigil underneath it!*
LoveTron9000: *eeeeee* ^^ *vibrates*
Big Daddy: *makes note of both* Sweet, a medic. Big Daddy will remember you if Big Daddy gets injured.
Glit: Comm me anytime. *cat-smiles up at the Micromaster*
Big Daddy: *smiles back and looks down at the drone who is now vibrating* Wow, you vibrate too little drone? That comes in handy I bet.
LoveTron9000: ........D8
Big Daddy: *scritch scritch* So what is a cassette? Big Daddy has never met one.
LoveTron9000: *covers optics*
Big Daddy: What is wrong little mech? You don't like being pet?
Glit: *nudges the tentaclebeast with a paw* <3. *back to Big Daddy* Fully sentient drones, essentially. Designed to fit inside another mech for easy transport.
LoveTron9000: *sniff* >>
Big Daddy: *stops petting and stands up* Well this mech doesn't seem to like Big Daddy.
Big Daddy: And since there isn't much going on in here, Big Daddy will be off. Stay groovy cool cat. You too little mech.
LoveTron9000: *meep*
Glit: Good meeting you. *composed cat is composed!* *to Lovetron* <3?
Big Daddy:*nods and heads out, humming Low Rider once again*
LoveTron9000: <3 u.u
Glit: <3. It's fine, he wasn't going to hurt you. *pats with a paw again*
LoveTron9000: >> *looks at tentacles; has stopped vibrating*
Glit: *purrs at the tentaclebeast in reassurance* You're fine. It's all right.
LoveTron9000: 8(
LoveTron9000: *nodnod*
Glit: ^-^? *loaf-cats again, next to Lovie*
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Glit: *is, as normal, in the medbay, staking out a place in it and rearranging it to suit his fiendish (and short) purposes*
Howlback: *and that is exactly were Howlback expected to find the medic as she creeps closer to his location, observing from a distance before closing in*
Glit: *Yep. Medbay. Currently in the process of being rearranged so that a cassette-sized medic can work more efficiently. Full of one (1) cassette-sized medic.*
Howlback: *drops down right in front of the cassette-medic from the inexplicable vents above, landing quite well for a cassette only currently using three of four legs, conveniently timed so that the medic had his paws full when she did*
Glit: *It's kind of like an action-reaction: Howlback comes down, Glit goes UP, plates on his tail and lower back flipping up to reveal emergency-use sensors. Kitty go POOF.*
Howlback: *Howlback sits back on her haunches and grins a rather sly, feline grin at poor Glit's reaction, tail twitching in amusement* Why, I think I might have startled you. *mock concern goes here!*
Glit: *Glit forcibly smoothes the plates back, flicking his tail in irritation when he's done.* You surely must be mistaken, Howlback. You don't seem to have died of the energon loss, so I'm putting this - *nods at what he's carrying, the various boxes having been clutched rather unmechfully to his chest during his leap* - down first.
Howlback: *grin simply widens at the denial, pushing the boundary between 'grin' and 'knowing smirk' quite well* Oh of course! Can't interrupt the /medics/ work, can I! *purrs easily and moves to trail behind him, left foreleg tucked to her chest, though it does not seem to hinder her*
Glit: Not if you really /want/ your leg fixed right now you won't. *How irritable is the medic whose tail keeps wanting to 'puff' back up! But he puts away the boxes he was carrying without dallying, and eyes Howlback evaluatively.*
Howlback: Of course not, /Kitten/! *optics gleam with amusement and she settles back again, tail twitching from side to side like a metronome*
Glit: Do you have any other appreciable damage? *With a final irritated tailflick, Glit is back into professional mode, and isn't he glad of it? Especially as he settles down to take Howlback's foreleg and really inspect it.*
Howlback: *gingerly holds out the foreleg, which has the armor chomped through nearly completely right around the middle, and shows strain damage from nearly being pulled off her body entirely* Other then that and my internal receiver controls, no. *though she is still smirking slightly, she isn't foolish enough to /really/ antagonize the medic while he's actually working on her. ...Well, mostly. Hopefully. ...So long as no /real good/ irresistible situations come up, at least.*
Glit: Internal frequency controls are probably a sign something more significant's acting up; if so, I'll find it. Your leg'll keep until I make sure either way. *releases her leg after numbing the sensors in the area, and starts hooking in the appropriate cables. *
Howlback: Hnn. /Lovely/. *sits and lets Glit do his thing, watching with that haughty cat Look, tail twitching*
Glit: *curls his tail neatly around his paws and sits up straight, impervious to the Look as only another cat can be* I assume you enjoyed yourself with Bombshell's rogues.
Howlback: *smirk only grows with the comment* Of course. Other then /this/ one, of course *lifts injured limb slightly* I had a /wonderful/ time. They may have just been sparkless drones, but they were fun enough to kill. Their shrill little screams were music to my audios. ...Other then the human drivel /currently/ playing though them, at least. *purrrs, claws kneading lightly at the floor in remembered pleasure*
Glit: I'll have to mark today on my calendar; I agree. This is /horrible/ stuff... *is also listening to it, as he has to in order to fix it!*
Howlback: Isn't it though? Retched stuff. *honestly agrees completely, and yet...it that her tail flicking back and forth with the beat?*
Glit: You could get better results just walking over the strands of a vibrason. *eying Howlback's tailtwitching as he runs diagnostics, but shows how /good/ a mech he is by not commenting. not commenting. /not/ commenting...*
Howlback: Absolutely. Or by throwing a drone into a flier's thrusters, I'd guess. ...Huh. Now I want to try that sometime... *kitty pondering face turns wicked!* *tail continues with its happy little spasms!*
Glit: I suppose I can't stop you. *okay, now he's staring at the flipflopping tail.*
Howlback: Huh. Really now. And here I thought you might object to that sort of thing. *amused* *tail goes flop. flip. flop. flip. wiiiiiggle! Twitch! flop!*
Glit: You know I do. *...Glit doesn't seem to notice that he's crouching just a little, watching that tail...*
Howlback: Well I don't hear you objecting to it very much. You're going to make me think you don't care very much about the mechs in your care if you don't. *mock-scornfully!* *Uh oh, a faster dance song comes on the internal radio and...there goes her tail, flying back and forth and side to side in a way that would make a dog ashamed*
Glit: Somehow I'm pretty sure we both know differently... *crouching down a little lower, his own tail starting to twitch at the very ends...*
Howlback: Oh do we? If you start acting like that, people might get.../ideas/. And /notions/. To the contrary, and all that. *Primly, tossing her head and giving her injured paw an idle lick* *tail starts swooshing around in circles, wiggling happily*
Glit: Somehow I doubt that... *wiggles his hips a little, and -- //pounces,// pinning Howlback's tail with both paws*
Howlback: *Screeches, yowling at the top of her vocalizer in surprise and indignation as /she/ poofs, armor panels and weaponry popping out all over the place, turning on the spot and - WAMWAMWAMWAM!!! Kitty paw to the face!*
Glit: *owowowowowowow! ducks head underneath forearm and lets go of the tail*
Howlback: *leaps back and away with one last resounding bat of a paw and a roaring snarl, dropping into a protective crouch, watching with burning optics as her panels twitch fitfully, unwilling to close despite her best efforts to the contrary*
Glit: *crouches defensively for a few moments more, before very deliberately straightening himself up and trying hard to pretend that /nothing. whatsoever. happened./*
Howlback: *snarls, still crouching, watching Glit indignantly, as though expecting him to jump her again, before /slooowly/ sitting back up, rearranging herself into a prim, cool stance, panels rattling as she continues to try and force them back down* *her tail is, however, flat against her back, tucked into its transformation slot, and she has no intention of letting it out anytime soon*
Glit: *sits up straight and tall, the end of his own tail flipflopping madly and completely belying his oh-so-neutral-nothing-at-all-happened-here expression* I. Um. Needed to test a reflex response.
Howlback: *snarls lowly, sneering* Of /course/ you did. And I'm sure you know just how /good/ my reflexes are for yourself now, /Don't You/?
Glit: Perfectly. *It would probably be a good idea for Glit to tuck his own tail into its transformation slot, by the way the very end of it is jittering about, but it doesn't seem to occur to him* Shall we go on?
Howlback: Of /course/. *short, snarky, and kitty is not turning away from you /this/ time, Glit* *eyes him with narrowed optics, claws twitching spasmodically against the floor*
Glit: *strives to look harmless - even more harmless than he actually is, which says something! - and gets back to work. Nothing happened. Nope. Nothing.* Your transmission receptors are fried, like you already know, but nothing's coming up on the diagnostics aside from that. I'll check the area while I'm replacing the receptor controls, just to make sure. *sits up on his hind legs and reaches for the back of Howlback's head*
Howlback: ...Fine then. *The harmless look does little to help, as Howlback continues to snarl, but she lowers her head, not letting Glit out of sight as she watches him through the corner of her optics*
Glit: *is a professional! doing professional things! Why, even his tail settles down as he gets back into the groove of it* Ha. Thought so. Some of the diagnostic nodes are a little damaged, too. *proceeding to fix*
Howlback: Oh lovely. *dryly* *notices his tail by its sudden lack of motion, and her optics narrow, biting back a grin*
Glit: There; they were just a little jarred. Music should be gone, yes? *sits back and tilts his head at Howlback*
Howlback: *pauses, cocking her head and listening...to blissful silence* Oooooh, yes, it's gone... *optics dim and there is a brief kitty smile~*
Glit: Good. *cat-smiles back, closing the panels on Howlback's head and settling down in front of her to work on her foreleg*
Howlback: *holds out her foreleg and ducks her head back down, tiny hidden cat-smile turning mildly wicked as she watches Glit work*
Glit: *misses the shift in her expression, as he's being a /good,/ /studious/ medic and fixing everything right down to the strained joints*
Howlback: *yes, well the good, studious medic was foolish and brought indignation down upon the Cobalt Sentry, so now the she-kitty is /plotting something fierce/ as she watches Glit work, paw stretching as she tests his work*
Glit: *does good work! anyway, one could construe it as revenge for descending from above on him? ...not that Howlback likely cares* *finishes with the speed and surety of a combat medic without distractions* There; everything right?
Howlback: *Nope! Howlback cares not at all. Descending from above was her /entrance/. Tail grabbing is a /no-no/.* *stretches and flexes foreleg, purring as it moves with the proper range of motion* Very satisfactory. That's one thing you have in your favor at least, Glit. You actually know how to fix a bot up right. *Is Howlback complimenting you, Glit? Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!*
Glit: I would hope so. *dryly. Yeeeeeeeeees he's in big trouble now, and doesn't he know it?*
Howlback: I would hope so too... *openly showing her wicked grin now, standing on all fours and stretching luxuriously, claws kneading the ground, moving at a completely relaxed and un-rushed pace*
Glit: *stands up and waaaaaaatches Howlback, tail flipflopping again*
Howlback: *grins and /slooowly/ heads on towards him, optics narrowed, medic-cassette in her sights....*
Glit: *takes a few jittery little steps backwards, armor plates starting to lift up again to expose sensors...*
Howlback: *cat-grin goes /wide/, fangs gleaming, and she saunters on right for him, tail even popping on out of its transformation slot, twitching and perked up confidently*
Glit: *apparently decides backing up is silly and ceases. Instead Glit arches his back progressively, armor plates on his tail /definitely/ lifting up again*
Howlback: *that wicked cat-grin that you thought couldn't get any larger? Well it just /did/. Howlback chuckles quietly, headed to Glit, almost nose to nose...*
Glit: *aaaaarches back even more, tail poofing, but retreat is silly. retreat is silly. retreat is so silly...*
Howlback: *Heads /right on up to him/....and keeps on going, sauntering on past, nearly brushing his side as she heads for the medbay doors, tail bopping him in the nose as she passes*
Glit: *turns to watch her go, slightly de-poofing*
Howlback: *trots on over to the doors like a four-legged model on, yes, a /cat-walk/, tail twitching, all lithe metallic feline grace and stealth, and on out the doors with naught but a gleam of a kitty optic as she rounds the bend*
Glit: *stares after her a moment and then manually soothes down the raised armor plates on his tail with his mouth - yes, he's licking his tail*
Howlback: *would smirk at that if she was there - but she isn't! Howlback is goooooooone~*
Glit: *lick, lick, lick, DOWN armor plates, stop poofing...*
Howlback: *There are NO kitties in the halls~ only one (1) in the medbay. No Howlback here!*
Glit: *re-composes himself and Goes Back About His Business*
Howlback: *Of course he does! Which is, of course, also the best time to //DROP IN FROM ABOVE//!!12!@!!!*
Howlback: *LANDS ON TAIL /AND/ AFT WITH CLAWS AND A CACKLING FELINE HOWL!*
Glit: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW!! *LEAPS straight up into the air, POOFED*
Howlback: *latches on with her claws, armor screeching, and holds on for the ride, still laughing manically all the while*
Glit: *attempts to flee!!! whether or not Howlback is attached to him!*
Howlback: *well then he will be fleeing with A Howlback attached, cause she's still holding on there, still laughing, and...leans forward, hissing in his audio* Glit, darling.../your protoform is showing/~
Glit: /And whose fault is that?/ *strangled - kitty still attempting to flee, despite The Howlback who is attached to him*
Howlback: Hnnnnn, /YOURS/! *cackles, working paws in for a better grip - which means, of course, that she's grabbing for the gaps between opened panels without /thinking/ about it*
Howlback: *...Save a Horse, ride a Glit?*
Glit: /I don't agreeeeee -/ *ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE ACROSS THE LAB*
Howlback: //I do!// *shrill, cackling again and holding on, bouncing all over the place as Glit tries to flee!*
Glit: *aaand OUT of the medbay doors barrels a strange sight: one white cat cassette medic attempting to flee the dark blue cat cassette gleefully cackling and clinging to his back for the ride*
LoveTron9000: O.O;; !
Glit: /I really don't agree at aaaaaall/ - *cat cassette WAILS, attempting to flee his 'passenger'*
LoveTron9000: D8!!
Howlback:*clings and cackles shrilly, claws dug into the gaps of the poor medic's armor, which is currently all 'poofed' out from startlement* Well then you obviously don't have the right /perspective/!
LoveTron9000: *MEEEP* *follows* OO?
Glit: Get oooooooooooooff! *yowling /nice/ and loud down the hallways*
LoveTron9000: D8!!!!! *is the kitty being...(whimper)...used?*
Howlback: Oh? You want me /off/, do you? Well why didn't you say so /in the first place/? *sickly sweet - and /still/ holding on, we might point out*
Glit: /I would think it obvious!/ *well, it doesn't /look/ like a terribly innocent position, really, if one is inclined to think that way with one's filthy, filthy mind*
LoveTron9000: *following and beeping in terror*
Howlback: *cackles wickedly in deep, forever, //unending// amusement, flexing her claws at those armor joints before... leaping right on off poor Glit's backside (probably with a bit more force then necessary,) landing neatly on her own paws*
Glit: *stumbles and FLEES a few steps further down the hall, the armor plates on his tail all poofed out, before spinning back around*
LoveTron9000: *almost swoons in RELIEF and flees to the wall* D;
Howlback: *sits primly on her haunches, licking a paw, the /picture/ of calm and not even looking at Glit - not /obviously/, anyway*
Glit: *glares a glare of yellow-eyed DOOM in Howlback's direction, still poofed*
Howlback: *IGNORES.* *Cat is Above You. Cat Cares Not for Your Petty 'Feelings'*
LoveTron9000: 8( *backing awat along wall*
Glit: *finishes his GLARE and turns away, huffily, ostentatiously IGNORING Howlback. ...and keeping a stealthy eye on her anyway.*
Howlback: *Sits! Washing self! You are Below Notice! ...her tail, it is not twitching smugly, it isn't, it isn't, it...so /IS/*
Glit: That was excessive. *addressing the blank wall, NOT Howlback, who is Not Worthy*
Howlback: According to /pacifists/, perhaps... *talking to/self/, of course - the only one who Is Worthy, of course*
Glit: Or according to those who aren't so much like /sparklings/ that they have to take petty revenge... *what an interesting wall; such a pity it isn't an interesting / conversationalist/*
LoveTron9000: *yes wall is good. wall is safe D8*
Howlback: Revenge? Who said anything about /revenge/? This was for /fun/... *smirks to self - yes, /self/ - and begins licking other paw. Hmm.. claws need sharpening...*
Glit: You're not protesting 'pettiness,' I note. *flick flick flick of irritated kitty tail*
Howlback: Meh, semantics. *Amused tail flick - your words. They cut nothing*
Glit: Meh, truth. *Exactly the same tone of voice! But this is Not Interesting. Glit looks around for something to better Ignore Howlback with*
Glit: *spotted: Lovetron!* *blink. blink. blink.*
LoveTron9000: O.O!!!!!!!
LoveTron9000: *backs away* ??
Howlback: *oh, motion out of the corner of her optics! Sneaky watching time!*
LoveTron9000: Cheeeeeep? D;
Glit: *clears his throat* Click, click, whirrrrr. Whrrrrrr. *it isn't quite the same 'language,' but: intent! it gets across!* ^_^ ?
LoveTron9000: *hesitantly rolls closer* *likes the pretty sounds* .....o.o?
Howlback: *fights back a snort at the noises coming out of Glit's vocalizer* *still licking own paws though! Not paying you /any/ mind. at. ALL./*
Glit: I don't suppose you speak any languages...? *settles down, loaf-cat style, all non-threatening*
LoveTron9000: Cheeeeeeeeep! ^-^
LoveTron9000: *and has learned a little emoticon for Roller too! Is a VERY proud sex-bot*
Glit: ...I'll take that as a no. Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr? *kitty is making /friends/ with the sex-bot! Now his ignoring of Howlback is true ignoring~*
LoveTron9000: Cheeee! =D *rolls up to him* *looks at the Mean Kitty and then pokes Nice Kitty with a tentacle* D;?!!
Howlback: *oh, how lovely for you, making friends with a /tentacle beast/*
Glit: *the tentaclebeast is still better company than /you,/ Howlback~* I'm fine, thank you. *pats the tentacle with a paw, reassuringly*
LoveTron9000: .......*trembles with relief!* Chirrrrr. *wraps tentacles around his paw* 8)
Howlback: *Oh, you think that /now/...* *watches curiously from corner of optics, flexing paws as she examines her claws*
Glit: *doesn't see Howlback becoming any more tolerable a femme to exist around* *lets Lovie have his paw for now* n.n
Big Daddy: *comes wandering in, humming Low Rider*
LoveTron9000: ^__^ <3!!!!
Glit: <3! *looks up at the, er, normal-sized mech*
LoveTron9000: :o!
LoveTron9000: *hides behind Nice Kitty*
Big Daddy: *is a not so normal sized mech, but bigger than these mechs* There are mechs smaller than Big Daddy?
LoveTron9000: *whimpers and hides low to the ground*
Glit: *oh-so-casually backs up so that Lovetron is as hidden behind the cassettecat as he's ever likely to be* You've never seen cassettes before?
Big Daddy: Nope
Big Daddy: And here Big Daddy though us Micromasters were small
Big Daddy: *kneels down to be more at their level*
LoveTron9000: *meep!* *peers at him*
Howlback: *stops licking, tail going rigid and ear plates going back to display her displeasure at the new arrival*
Big Daddy: Come on little mech, Big Daddy is a groovy mech. What are your names?
LoveTron9000: .....meeep. o_o
Glit: *cocks his head to the side and looks up at him* I'm Glit, that's Howlback, and I only just met this little drone, who doesn't seem to be able to talk.
LoveTron9000: *pokes head out*
Big Daddy: *nods* Groovy.
LoveTron9000: Cheeeeep. : ) ?
Big Daddy: *sits on the floor and pats the ground next to him* Come on, Big Daddy isn't going to hurt you
LoveTron9000: ....
LoveTron9000: *rolls over to him*
LoveTron9000: *settles down into the spot*
Big Daddy: *gives a warm smile and pets the drone softly* See?
LoveTron9000: *cheeps and bobs his head under the petting*
Howlback: *sneers, rolling her optics, disgusted with the behavior of all parties involved, and saunters on out on not-so-little cat feet, tail up in the air*
Howlback: *...she'll get Glit again later, anyway... >3 *
Big Daddy: *scritch the drone. To Glit* So when did you get here?
Glit: *IGNORES Howlback* Oh, not that long ago. I've mostly been in the medbay since. *nods at his own shoulder and the red cross there. Note the Decepticon sigil underneath it!*
LoveTron9000: *eeeeee* ^^ *vibrates*
Big Daddy: *makes note of both* Sweet, a medic. Big Daddy will remember you if Big Daddy gets injured.
Glit: Comm me anytime. *cat-smiles up at the Micromaster*
Big Daddy: *smiles back and looks down at the drone who is now vibrating* Wow, you vibrate too little drone? That comes in handy I bet.
LoveTron9000: ........D8
Big Daddy: *scritch scritch* So what is a cassette? Big Daddy has never met one.
LoveTron9000: *covers optics*
Big Daddy: What is wrong little mech? You don't like being pet?
Glit: *nudges the tentaclebeast with a paw* <3. *back to Big Daddy* Fully sentient drones, essentially. Designed to fit inside another mech for easy transport.
LoveTron9000: *sniff* >>
Big Daddy: *stops petting and stands up* Well this mech doesn't seem to like Big Daddy.
Big Daddy: And since there isn't much going on in here, Big Daddy will be off. Stay groovy cool cat. You too little mech.
LoveTron9000: *meep*
Glit: Good meeting you. *composed cat is composed!* *to Lovetron* <3?
Big Daddy:*nods and heads out, humming Low Rider once again*
LoveTron9000: <3 u.u
Glit: <3. It's fine, he wasn't going to hurt you. *pats with a paw again*
LoveTron9000: >> *looks at tentacles; has stopped vibrating*
Glit: *purrs at the tentaclebeast in reassurance* You're fine. It's all right.
LoveTron9000: 8(
LoveTron9000: *nodnod*
Glit: ^-^? *loaf-cats again, next to Lovie*
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