Log dump: I let them build up on me :/
Jazz: ::HEY 'HIDE!!!:: *Yeah, thats a BELLOW over the comm*
Ironhide: ::.......Jazz?::
Jazz: ::Hells yeah its me! So I heard about you 'n Ratchet!:: *The broad smug grin that is likely on his face is VERY much in his voice right about now*
Ironhide: ::Yeah, and?::
Jazz: ::And that means I own ya enough energon t' get you /slaggin' drunk off yer aft/.::
Ironhide: ::...oh yeah.:: -chuckles, finishing up putting the weapons away-
Jazz: ::So when and where, big guy? I've got enough cubes here t' knock us both off our feet for a solar cycle.::
Ironhide: ::Doesn't really matter to me.::
Jazz: ::Now then? Your room, my room, common room? I don't care where, man.::
Ironhide: ::Your room works. I'll be there in about a breem.::
Jazz: ::Awesome! I'll be waitin'!::
Ironhide: -composes his report, and sure enough, in about a breem, he's at Jazz's quarters' door- ::M'here.::
Jazz: *And the door opens, revealing a /wickledly/ amused looking Jazz, who latches onto an arm and attempts to /drag/ Ironhide in.* 'Hide! Congrats, man!
Ironhide: .... -slightly stunned look on his face as Jazz drags him in-
Jazz: *Shoves a cube at him, clapping Ironhide on the back* I /knew it/, I /knew/ you two were gonna do it! *Smug Jazz is SMUG. And kinda blissful looking!*
Ironhide: -takes it, grinning a bit- ...you did, huh?
Jazz: Slag yes I did! *Pulls out his own cube at takes a sip, all grin*
Ironhide: It was that obvious? -long drink-
Jazz: Perhaps. Or i'm just that damn /good/. *smirk*
Ironhide: -quirks an optic ridge at him-
Jazz: What? I know how to see things, man. I'm good at seeing the things peeps miss, even when its going on right in front ah their optics. *Grin*
Ironhide: You always were good at that. -grins back, already almost done with his cube- And when did you start picking it up?
Jazz: *Pulls out another cube and slides it over, grinning* Like I told ya before, back when ya first got together. A while ago.
Ironhide: ...... -shakes his head-
Jazz: *Grins and takes a good gulp from his cube.* So. ...How is it, then? *SMIRK*
Ironhide: .........you really expect me to tell you /that/.
Jazz: *Shrugs lazily* Can't blame a mech for tryin', can ya? I'm slaggin' curious!
Ironhide: S'not for you to know. -snorts-
Jazz: Aww. You're no fun. *Teasingly*
Ironhide: Yeah yeah. You say that all the time. -grins, sinking into a chair-
Jazz: Because you're a stubborn old prude, man. *But he says this with a grin and in the nicest possible way?*
Ironhide: ......I am not. -scowls, downing his cube-
Jazz: You are so. *Grins, drinking a good gulp from his cube*
Ironhide: -narrows his optics, slugging him in the shoulder lightly-
Jazz: *Just grunts and goes with the punch, grinning* Hey man, make me spill my energon and you ain't gettin' any more.
Ironhide: Dodge better, then. -grins- Speakin' of that.... -holds up his empty cube-
Jazz: Shouldn't be hittin' the guy givin' ya free booze in the first place, man. *Pulls out another cube and tosses it lightly at him*
Ironhide: -catches it easily- /Good/ booze, too.
Jazz: Heh. *Grins, draining his cube and pulling out another - yeah, he's /stocked up/.*
Ironhide: Might as well jus' pull out the whole stock.
Jazz: Yeah yeah, sure. *Pulls out a solid stack of cubes from subspace, piling them up on the counter.*
Ironhide: That's more like it. -grins- How'd ya manage to hi- never mind. Probably don' wanna know.
Jazz: Nope. Ya probably don't. *Smirks and takes another gulp - mmm, nice.*
Ironhide: -he's getting a niiiiiice buzz now, relaxed in his seat and thinking to himself- ....it's...it feels...strange. But at the same time...I don't know.
Jazz: Oh really? *Hides a smirk* Gotta admit, it's something I've always wondered about.
Ironhide: S'like...I'm /whole/. I'm still gettin' used to being able to /sense/ him all the time. There's really no way t' explain how it feels... -long pull at his cube-
Jazz: *Blinks under his visor, optics dimming with a nod* 'S awesome, man. 'm glad for ya.
Ironhide: -smiles- M'glad I did it. Kinda sudden... -shrugs- Didn't even have a /clue/ until the night ya got fixed up.
Jazz: *Laughs, taking a sip of his cube* Aww. Well, obviously poor Ratchet clued ya in right, then, huh?
Ironhide: ....he did, yeah. Don' remember much from that night.
Jazz: *Laughs* I wonder why. Good times, huh?
Ironhide: ...we didn' actually do anything...I do 'member that. He jus' /kissed/ me. And then, offline. -stares down at his cube-
Jazz: ...Were ya that drunk or somethin'? *sips*
Ironhide: -scowls slightly- He /forced/ me offline. Slagger.
Jazz: *Snickers* Why the slag did he go and do that for?
Ironhide: Dunno. -cube six!-
Jazz: Yeah, sure. *Finishes off his second - Ironhide can drink!*
Ironhide: -vorns and vorns of practice, and this stuff tastes gooood; he'll regret this tomorrow probably, though, even though he's starting to slow down- You alright?
Jazz: *Grins again, grabbing another cube.* Yeah, 'o course. Why?
Ironhide: Yer just quiet. An' you've barely drank any.
Jazz: *Shrugs, waving a hand nonchalantly* Just thinkin', and glad for ya, 's all. And I'm drinkin', I'm drinkin'! *Takes a nice gulp as proof*
Ironhide: -nudges him lightly- Thinkin' bout what?
Jazz: Meh, just stuff, man. *Smiles, nudging him back*
Ironhide: ....like? -apparently, a drunk Ironhide is a curious one-
Jazz: Heh. Fine, if ya /really/ need t' know. I'm...thinking, just curious about the whole bondin' thing, man. Its fascinatin'. Not sure if I could ever do it myself, though. *Wry smirk*
Ironhide: Wasn' sure if I'd ever be able t' do it either. -shrugs, nursing his cube-
Jazz: Heh. Guess we learn new stuff about ourselves everyday, man. *Sips, growing thoughtful* 'M glad ya were able to find someone ya /could/ do it with, though.
Ironhide: Yeah. -smiles-
Jazz: Heh. *Nudges him with a grin* So. Is it as good as its cracked up t' be, then?
Ironhide: ...is what? -frowns slightly-
Jazz: Interfacin' while bonding. Obviously. *GRIN!*
Ironhide: ...... -scowls- Fine, fine. You won't stop pesterin' me 'til I tell ya. -grumbles, trying to think of how to describe it-
Jazz: Nope! So spill, man!
Ironhide: It's...I can feel what he's feeling, and I know he can too, and... -shakes his head- Really hard t' describe.
Jazz: Sounds hard t' describe. But sounds good, too. *Nods and raises his cube before taking a big gulp*
Ironhide: ...s'/really good/. -big gulp as well!-
Jazz: Heh. Glad ya like it. Told ya I was gonna get ya smashed, remember? *All smiles*
Ironhide: -hits him in the arm, grumbling-
Jazz: *Jerks back, laughing* Hey, watch it, man! Quit beatin' on the guy givin' ya the booze!
Ironhide: -grins a bit and chuckles-
Arcee: *calm. calm. calm. She's avoiding Elita, and Chromia has always had more brains than Arcee anyway. This was a known fact that Arcee tended to unconsciously prove daily. It made sense to comm her now.* ::CHROMIA. I NEED YOU NOW.::
Chromia: ::Arcee? Is everything alright?::
Arcee: ::No. Not even a little bit. Where are you?!::
Chromia: ::My room...:: -worried Chromia is worried-
Arcee: ::Okay.:: *she's there in literally seconds, had she been already there? Maybe. Either way, she's banging on Chromia's door, distraught.*
Arcee: *banging
Chromia: -remotely opens the door, standing up and immediately grabbing her in a hug- Honey, what's wrong?
Arcee: *she throws herself into Chromia's arms, voice catching in her throat in what sounds like a /sob/.* I'm so STUPID!
Chromia: Oh Arcee...what happened? -holds her tightly-
Arcee: I'm stupid. That's what happened. Primus, I'm so stupid. Dumb Arcee, it never changes, always doing stupid things and making dumb mistakes. *she's babbling uncontrollably and incoherently, to Chromia, she probably isn't making a lot of sense.*
Chromia: -nuzzles her gently- Arcee, tell me what happened.
Arcee: *buries her head into Chromia's shoulder.* I...its...Barricadekissedmeagain.
Chromia: -frowns- And what did you do?
Arcee: I blanked out. It was like...*pulls away and flops to the floor, looking /helpless/.* I froze. I just stood there like an idiot. I didn't know what to do.
Chromia: What did he do? -sits next to her, rubbing her back gently-
Arcee: I am an idiot. *looks /miserable/.* He...he broke it off, then told me he missed me. I still stood there like a damn fool.
Arcee: I told him...told him I couldn't do it! You know?! He misunderstood.
Arcee: Thought I was talking about Nemesis. *leans forward, holding her head in her hands.*
Chromia: -hugs her, biting her lip, unsure of what to say-
Arcee: He thought...he thought I meant that I needed more time. *her voice catches and her intakes hitch, Primus she wished she was human right now so she could /cry/.*
Chromia: After breaking it off with you, and then not visiting you after you were...brought back, he thought you'd accept him again? -slightly incredulous tone-
Arcee: Well, it was a mutual breaking off thing, you know? Cause we'd had problems before...and...and I...he...I don't know. *miserable. Absolutely miserable.*
Arcee: Then I told him about Springer.
Arcee: *rubs her head wearily with a hand.* I don't think he liked that news.
Chromia: Well, that's too bad for him. -a bit harsh, but really, it was Arcee's decision, not his-
Arcee: It was hard, when I first ran into him in the hallway. You know? It was like...a flash of all the /good stuff/. Then...then when he found out about Springer...he accused me of having Nemesis break the bond on purpose.
Chromia: ...../what/?
Chromia: /No one/ would put themselves through that much pain willingly. Nemesis broke /both/ of your bonds. -growls-
Arcee: Yeah. He...he said...*frowns, replaying it in her processor.* He said "S'pose I deserve it, hm? Good way of getting free of me, have Nemesis break your bond, so you can find someone else. Happened rather fast, I might add. Almost sounds planned."
Arcee: *glances at Chromia, face full of hurt.* I know. I would never have made Nemesis do that on purpose.
Arcee: Purposefully hurt him...her...me. *intakes catch again, and she wished with everything she had she could just cry, instead, all she can do is keen softly and wrap her arms around her legs.*
Chromia: -hugs her tightly, resting her head on Arcee's shoulder-
Arcee: He...augh. It's so frustrating! One second he's...then the next...and my head is a mess!
Arcee: I still care about him, that's my problem. I need to...not do that.
Chromia: You were Bonded to him, it's understandable...
Arcee: Yeah. *still sounds miserable.* I wish I didn't care. *there's a sharp pain in her hand she's ignoring, instead, she looks at Chromia, her face contorted in emotion.* What do I /do/?
Chromia: Are you happy with Springer?
Arcee: *nods, a smile flickering across her face, the first one of the evening.*
Chromia: Well. I can't make any decisions for you, but you should do what makes you truly happy.
Arcee: He makes me...so happy. I wish...I wish we had realized it sooner. *coos softly, staring at her knees.*
Chromia: I'm happy for you, hon. And I'll be happy for you, whatever you do end up choosing to do.
Arcee: *she presses her hands against her head, calming down.* I think I'm just really, really emotional right now. I need to tell Springer, I think.
Arcee: I would never, ever do anything to purposefully hurt him. I'm a one man gal, and Springer's it for me. I guess...just old relationships can be really...emotional on you.
Arcee: Does that make sense?
Chromia: Yeah, it does. I know that if Ironhide had wanted to get back with me before Firestar and I, I wouldn't have said no immediately. -quietly-
Arcee: *nods, grateful Chromia understands.* I should have pushed him away, but...I just sorta...froze.
Chromia: -rubs her back comfortingly-
Arcee: Well. I guess what's done is done. Not a lot I can do now. *she glances at Chromia, looking slightly calmer.* I ought to tell Springer, huh?
Chromia: You probably should. -gentle nuzzle-
Arcee: Think he'll be mad?
Chromia: No, I don't think he'll be mad, hon.
Arcee: I hope not. This isn't the first time 'Cade kissed me. The first was in the medbay, but I had the sense to push him away. This time I stood there like a fish outta water.
Chromia: He surprised you. It's okay.
Arcee: I should have seen the warnings though. It's hard to ignore old feelings sometimes. I had his hand...I should have kept walking when I saw him in the hallway. *growing sense of panic in her belly.* It's all my fault.
Chromia: No, it's not, and if Springer really loves you, he'll understand. And he does.
Arcee: Y-you think he will? *wrenching her hands together, not noticing little energon droplets dripping onto the floor.*
Chromia: He will. Go talk to him.
Arcee: *nods shakily, her only thoughts atm were"omgitsallmyfault".* Okay.
Chromia: Go.
Arcee: *she dizzily gets to her feet, and stumbles to the door.* Thanks...for listening.
Chromia: You know I'm here for you whenever you need.
Arcee: *nods, giving her a shakey smile, and exits, headed for Springer's room.*
Ironhide: -grumpy Ironhide is grumpy and can't move his right leg anymore due to the rust; he is currently leaning back against the wall with his consciousness in the room for once and not with Ratchet as the medic is busily working on something-
Moonracer: *she's giggling as she scurries up to Ironhide, bright eyed and laughing.* Hey, Hide! *giggling, she gives him a big hug.*
Ironhide: .......hi. -doesn't return it, going tense-
Moonracer: *she giggles happily.* How are you have you joined in the games? We've had some Twister games for the holos and singing and a musical and lots and lots of fun!
Ironhide: ..... -resists the urge to shove her away- No I haven't, and I have no plans to.
Moonracer: *her face falls momentarily, but brightens again.* Oh, that's too bad we've had such fun Nightbird really likes the singing she told me she serenaded you that is so sweet of her I thought it was nice so I tried to do it to Arcee and she sort of got mad so I kinda left her alone after she got all upset so here I am now here maybe I can sing for you!
Ironhide: ....sweet. Right. -more like fraggin' /creepy/- Uh....you really don't have to do that.
Moonracer: *giggles happily at him.* Oh she isn't creepy at all and I really dont mind singing to you do you like love songs, oooh how about I sing you something from a movie? I really like the movie Enchanted did you like that *breaks into song.* o/~ That's how you knooooooooooooooooow he loves you! o/~
Ironhide: .......... -dear Primus, she's singing; someone save him D:- Moonracer, really, that's not necessary.
Moonracer: o/~That's how you know it's true! o/~
Ironhide: ::Arcee. You're her teammate. Is there any way to get her to /shut up/?::
Arcee: ::No. Send her over here and you are /dead/. ::
Moonracer: *still crooning!* o/~ Well does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close? o/~
Ironhide: -turns his audials down, contemplating forcing her offline so he won't have to deal with her-
Moonracer: o/~ Because he'll wear your favorite color just so he can match your eyes!!! o/~ *hey she's not terribly bad, Nightbird's way worse!*
Ironhide: ::No way /at all/?::
Ironhide: -hunches down-
Arcee: ::...You haven't noticed that she doesn't /listen/?::
Ironhide: ::Fraggin' /Pit/.::
Ironhide: ::How the /fuck/ have you put up with her for so long?!::
Arcee: *snorts.* ::She's a right pain in the AFT.::
Arcee: ::...I really don't know.::
Moonracer: o/~ Plan a private picnic by the fire's glow
His heart will be yours forever
Something everyday will show! o/~ *giggling and giving Ironhide lots of hugs during all of this.*
Ironhide: -/not/ returning them, sitting there stiffly; think Sweeney Todd and the By The Sea song-
Moonracer: *finishing!* o/~ That's how you know he's your love
That's how you know
That's how you know he's your love! o/~
Ironhide: ::.....she has to recharge sometime. Right?::
Moonracer: *giggles at him and gives him another big hug!* Wasn't that great? I got LOADS more!
Ironhide: Wonderful. Why don't you sing to some of the others in here?
Arcee: ...::Yeah. At some point. Really, I think we ought to ask Bombshell to reconsider giving her a cerebro shell.::
Moonracer: I have! *giggles happily.* It is YOUR turn!
Ironhide: ............no.
Moonracer: *giggles, loves on him!*
Ironhide: -plztostoptouchinghimnao-
Moonracer: *nope, never! lovelovelove!*
Arcee: ::Just tell her off.::
Ironhide: Moonracer. Let go of me.
Moonracer: *she giggles and releases him, clapping her hands.* What do you want to hear next?
Ironhide: Silence.
Moonracer: *pouts.* Well, that is no fun!
Ironhide: ....
Moonracer: *giggles happily, though she's sorta growing bord, Ironhide sure isn't any fun!*
Ironhide: -no, he's not. especially when he's been stuck in there for nearly an orn-
Moonracer: *she giggles and gives him a final hug, then scurries off to sing for someone else!*
Ironhide: -......is she...yes, she's left him alone!-
Arcee: *laughing.*
Ironhide: ::Shut up.::
Arcee: ::Sorry...it's just that she's been doing that to me ALL DAY and it's nice to see someone else get it.::
Ironhide: ::-mutters-::
Arcee: ::What was that.....?::
Ironhide: ::Want /out/.::
Arcee: ::Yeah. Me too. I want to be with Springer dammit. I'm sick of being in here. Holo visits are nice, but not enough.::
Ironhide: ::...yeah. Know the feeling.::
Arcee: ::Uuuuugh. And Moonracer....gonna kill her.::
Ironhide: ::Not if I kill her first.::
Arcee: ::Hmph. The karaoke machine should be first to go I hate that thing.::
Ironhide: ::..........you aren't the only one.::
Arcee: ::...let's do it.::
Ironhide: -grins, beginning to click a cannon into place- ::Just one blast should do it...::
Arcee: *grins, and there's a soft click as her own gun loads.* ::Won't take much.::
Ironhide: ::Best to do it while she's distracted, so she won't know who did it.::
Arcee: ...::Hmm. Good idea. What can we distract her with?:: *eyes Moonracer.*
Ironhide: ::She's distracted right now.::
Ironhide: -nods to where she's hugging on Sixshot-
Arcee: ...::GO!::
Arcee: *poor, poor Sixshot.*
Ironhide: -quickly shoots a lowpowered blast at it, and slides his cannon back away quickly, possibly the quickest he ever has in his 20+ million years-
Arcee: *she cackles at the blast, and watches in glee as the machine blows up in a poof, though she does feel sort of bad at Moonracer's wail.*
Ironhide: -ttly doesn't feel bad, pretending he didn't hear a thing-
Arcee: *whistles!*
Moonracer: *cries!* What happened?! *examining it with a horrified and sad look on her face.*
Ironhide: -innocent look-
Moonracer: *sob!*
Arcee: ::Mission: Complete.::
Ironhide: -hides a grin-
Arcee: *crows inwardly, and sinks against her berth, a satisfied look on her face.* ::Ah. Blissful silence. Except for the WHINING.::
Ironhide: ::That'll pass. Just turn down your audials.::
Arcee: ::Aren't you smart.:: *aaaaaaand shuts them off!*
Ironhide: -blissful, wonderful silence-
Arcee: *sighes...wow...maybe everyone can rest in peace! Those mechs that can sleep without nightmares, anyway!* ::Aaah.::
Ironhide: ::.....you wanna blow up the Twister mat later?::
Arcee: ...::Ooooooh YEAH.::
Ironhide: -grins at her when Moonracer isn't looking in his direction-
Arcee: *she gives him a little salute as Moonracer whimpers over the smoking karaoke machine.*
Ironhide: -relaxes against the wall, internally playing music-
Arcee: *just....relaaaaaaaaxes.*
Bluestreak: *Despite the rust crisis, Blue has felt a need to get out a bit. After careful checks of the list of quarantined areas he's finally found his way to the training room in the base and has started setting up to do a bit of shooting practice, not only with his arm gun but also with external weapons as well.*
Ironhide: -Ironhide's been spending as little time as possible with his consciousness focused in the aux medbay to avoid those fraggin' femmes, usually with Ratchet; but right now, the medic was busy and he decided he'd get in some practice with fighting with his holo, so he pops himself into his room to dig for a human-sized weapon (which he knows he has one or two of)-
Bluestreak: *Blue concentrates as he starts shooting, studying his shots carefully. While his aim is good, it's not as good as he would prefer - such a margin of error would be drastically widened at the sort of distances needed to fight airborn enemies. Blue does realise that without the war, he has less use for these skills, but there are enough problems at the moment that it would be advisable to keep them.*
Ironhide: -finding a gun and a katana (the one that Frenzy had brought back from Japan for him), he grins to himself and heads to the training room, unable to just pop over there due to needing to carry the weapons; when he gets there, he's a bit surprised to see Bluestreak, but doesn't interrupt him, just watching him for a klick-
Bluestreak: *Blue snorts at his latest shot - that is totally off the mark! Blue recalibrates his gun settings again to try correct for it again. He almost doesn't notice the apparent human who has entered and has to do a double-take before he realises that it is not one of the few real humans living on the base.* Uhh... hi Ironhide? I decided I needed to get in some shooting practice, because I haven't been practicing for a while and I'm a bit off - I only hit the edge of Sky's wing when I first ran into him when I first came back to the base... though I'm kinda glad I missed but it's not good if I'm that off because I know I can hit a moving target better...
Ironhide: -raises a hand up in a sortof wave- Hey, Bluestreak. Ya need help, or just practice?
Bluestreak: *Blue shrugs, fiddling a bit with his gun.* Mainly just practice and a chance to recalibrate my aim properly... at least on this gun. I'll have to see when I get to work with an external gun though... that's always a totally different stall of chocobos... *Blue using off-hand video game references? More likely than you think!*
Ironhide: ......chocobos. -what the frag're those?-
Bluestreak: *Blue giggles* Oh, they're from a game I've been playing... Final Fantasy Seven? They're large birds, kinda like ostriches, that characters use as mounts... like real life humans use horses. The game lets you breed them later in the game and you can breed all sorts of colours and the different colours can get different places and the best is the gold one which can run over ocean... and they're always in Final Fantasy games, even the old ones are being remade so chocobos are in them as well... *He does babble when he hits a fun subject.*
Ironhide: Oh. Like the hawkstriders on WoW. -sets the gun down on the floor next to the wall, testing the balance of the katana-
Bluestreak: *Blue absently checks up the hawkstriders, nodding slightly.* Yeah... though those are very colourful... *Blue watches for a moment as Ironhide tests his sword. Swords are nice weapons, but Blue has absolutely no talent for them, which is ironic, since he'd picked a holo of a swordsman character.* Nice sword...
Ironhide: -hmm, good balance to it- Frenzy got it for me. -does a few practice swings with it, nodding; definitely good balance-
Bluestreak: *Blue shakes his head slightly* I wouldn't even know how use one - last time I tried I almost dismembered my training partner. I stuck to guns after that.
Ironhide: I can show you how if you want. Just takes practice.
Bluestreak: You think? That'd be great if I could figure it out... *He giggles slightly* I mean I picked a holo who's a sword user...
Ironhide: M'sure I've got a sword your size somewhere. Can't teach ya now, don't have another one human-sized.
Bluestreak: *Blue absently rubs at his chevron* Somewhere here? I'd love to be able to try out something new...
Ironhide: Soon as this rust thing is taken care of, I'll look in storage. -frowns slightly-
Bluestreak: Yeah... *He grimaces at the rust mention* You think I could maybe try with a holo sword instead? At least to start with?
Ironhide: Could. -inspects the blade, noting it needs sharpening-
Bluestreak: *Blue shrugs* Well we could try that... *He brings his holo online - the first time he's actually used it since Ratchet replace the emitter. This time however it is wearing a couple of Cloud's swords as well.*
Ironhide: First off, make sure you're comfortable with the sword.
Bluestreak: *Blue's mech body settles off to the side, while his holo tests out a couple of the swords he's conjured. He only brought up a couple of the smaller ones, not wanting to be ridiculous with it - what is it about humans putting insanely over-sized weapons in their entertainment anyway? - and decides to work with the smaller one for now.*
Ironhide: ....strange looking sword. -shrugs, calibrating his holo so he won't get any damage- One of the most important things is your stance. Don't stand with your legs too close or too far apart or it'll throw your balance off. Shoulder-width is usually best.
Bluestreak: *Blue moves to stand as Ironhide directs, taking advantage of having his mech in clear sight of his holo to gauge how he's standing, though he does realise that if he ever has to fight in holoform, he might not have that advantage, so he pays attention also to how it feels. It's a good thing his mech body is not doing much, there's only so much he can process at once.* Yeah... but it comes from a piece of animated entertainment... *He nods at the sword* ...They can get away with making stuff look unusual when all they're doing is making it in computer graphics.
Ironhide: True. Not very practical for real battle, but better than nothing at the moment.
Bluestreak: Yeah... though this is probably the most practical one of the lot... *Blue grimaces a bit* Over-sized weapons seem common in Final Fantasy...
Ironhide: Hn. -takes a step forward, holding his sword at the ready-
Bluestreak: *Blue attempts to do the same - whether he's got it right is another thing entirely.*
Swoop: Slag! Us Dinobots make card for him Ratchet!
Swoop: Squishy humans do nice things for Moms today!
Swoop: Him Ratchet is like us Dinobot's Mom!
Swoop: =D
Slag: Me Slag not get it! D:
Slag: What mom?
Swoop: Help me Swoop make card?
Slag: Why make card?
Slag: Him Ratchet always grumpy.
Slag: Always say "No burn medlab, Slag!"
Swoop: Mom is a Creator! But so is Dad. Me Swoop not know what difference is.
Swoop: But me Swoop say him Ratchet is Mom!
Swoop: And him Wheeljack is Dad!
Slag: Eh
Slag: Me Slag think it stupid.
Swoop: Fine then.
Swoop: Me Swoop make him Ratchet card.
Swoop: And him Ratchet like me Swoop better.
Slag: Card stupid!
Slag: Me Slag not care what Ratchet think.
Swoop: You Slag are mean.
Slag: Me Slag am awesome!
Swoop: Me Swoop awesomer!
Slag: Me Slag awesomest!
Swoop: >/
Swoop: No, you Slag is mean!
Swoop: Not want to do something nice for Creator!
Slag: You Swoop stupid!
Slag: Nyah!
Swoop: -makes a rude gesture-
Slag: *rude gesture back! D<*
Swoop: -sticks glossa out-
Slag: Stupid!
Swoop: Mean!
Slag: Stuuuupid!
Swoop: -hits upside head- Mean!
Slag: *hits back, harder.*
Slag: STUPID!
Swoop: -glares, hitting back- You Slag meanest ever!
Slag: No!
Slag: Them Decepticons meaner.
Slag: But me tougher and stronger and better!
Slag: So there!
Swoop: Me Swoop is better!
Slag: Nuh-uh!
Swoop: -pbbbbt-
Slag: *pbbbt right back!*
Swoop: >/
Swoop: Me Swoop make card for him Ratchet. Not talk to you meanie Slag anymore!
Slag: Fine!
Slag: You Swoop stupid!
Swoop: -pbbbbbbbt, and flies off!-