Dec 20, 2011 00:36
[If it isn't that darn ink well bubbling again. You'd think by now the city would have enough of these robotic creatures, pick on someone else for a change. But nope! Cybertronians are rather popular now, the new "in" thing. What can you say? Robots are the future! The well gurgles a bit more, its contents turning a slight blue hue before spitting out a considerably smaller (although that's not saying much, it's still an effin' robot) robotic body onto the pavement. And what looks to be a crash landing is actually quite the opposite. Just before metal met pavement, the legs of the bot swoop down and grip the blacktop, wheels turning to serve as traction. A hand reaches down for extra support as he skids to a stop. Stuck the landing, did you?
Why yes, yes he did.
And what is this? He has all this black goop on him! That certainly won't do. With a distinct flash, he starts running in circles, the ink flying off and onto anything that might be nearby. Oh well, as long as it wasn't him! When the last of it is removed from his armor, he skids to a stop, taking a look around. The new citizen is quite small for a Cybertronian, perhaps only standing at about nine or ten feet. He is a brilliant light blue with oddly shaped wheels, having no hubcap or any center whatsoever. This guy was high tech. Narrowing his optics to get a better look around, he puts a hand to his earpiece and speaks rather quickly into his comm link.]
"Hello is anyone there can anyone hear me?!"
[No answer.]
"Sir Longarm Prime sir can you hear me is this comm link even working??"
[This wasn't good.]
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