[Voice/Action]

[savingthesamsel]

[Just after John's post, Bumblebee fumbles with his journal and flips it open. He prods at it until it starts recording voice, and then the blaring of war drums sound over the network.

Shortly there after he makes his way towards the mountains on two feet; he's going to head up there and watch/join those already watching.]

Comments

Voice

[crytearsofjoy]

...Be careful.

Voice

[savingthesamsel]

[Chirrup! The voice that answers is a mix of two.]

Will do.

Voice

[crytearsofjoy]

Good luck, Bumblebee. I hope you don't need it.

Voice

[savingthesamsel]

Okay.

Stay safe.

[taintedruby]

[Jaffar is making his way there too, quickly, quietly, likely invisible to conventional senses. But then there are other ones. And more importantly there is a sixteen foot tall metal thing next to him as he's moving quickly to a better vantage point.

-What in Elimine's name is that? This is just...

No response but now he's going to move in closer to this metal giant to try to figure out what is going on here]

[savingthesamsel]

[Be careful little squishy, 'Bee's not expecting people to be sneaking their way up to a battlefield and thus isn't paying TOO much attention to where he's walking.]

[taintedruby]

[...Holy shit that leg us- jump out of the way! Fortunately, he can hit the deck easily. Still, he sees a chance there. This one is fast so... from that crouch, let's try to latch onto the leg o this thing. It might speed us up]

[savingthesamsel]

[PING. Unaccounted for weight on lower limb.

...what the flying fu- Bumblebee crouches and prods his new leg attachment. What the heck're you doing?]