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[startactician]

Organics are odd. One seemed to think I was an AI and the other thought I was one of her superiors in a mechanoid body. I do wish our kind was more prolific in the universes. A third was obviously hiding something, but my nearest guess is that he was some sort of political refugee

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[apprentice_lurk]

*tugs absently at her hair. He doesn't look like the other big ones...*

*looks up at him curiously, not nearly so nervous after bumping into Scourge and Echoshift before and being reassured that no, Big Robots really aren't scary, promise* Starscream's a pretty name...

[startactician]

*before looking* I'd hardly say- *looks down now and breaks off speaking* Who are you?

[apprentice_lurk]

*blinks up at him* 'M Gemma. But everybody keeps calling me 'Boots.

*which she actually kind of likes. She doesn't have any nicknames and she's always wanted one other than the usual family pet names*

[startactician]

Boots? *crouches* You sound a bit like someone I know. Have you heard of Dreadboots?

[apprentice_lurk]

*shakes her head dutifully, still looking up at him in little-kid fascination* Mm-mh. Just 'Boots, an' I don't know why they called me that anyway.

*though it does sound familiar, in the same way an old friend's name might. Though how's she to know?*

[startactician]

*shakes his head* And you aren't afraid of me?

[apprentice_lurk]

*offhandedly* The other one had claws. He was scarier.

[startactician]

*knows of no claws* Then you are perhaps related to Dreadboots? *holds hand about 8 ft up* This high. blue, friendly?

[apprentice_lurk]

*shakes her head again* Th'only blue one I've met was huge. *hand up as high as it will go, stretching up on her toes* He's the one had the claws. Pink ones.

[startactician]

*knows noone with pink claws* Then how did you get in here?

[apprentice_lurk]

*gives him a 'well, duh' sort of look* Through the door.

[startactician]

Oy. There has to be a way of locking the Nexus out. *goes to pick her up*

[apprentice_lurk]

*squeaks and backs up, rather intimidated by the looming and the picking up and eek he's still really big-!*

[startactician]

*soothing* It's all right. I'll just put you on my desk. *opens his fingers passively*

[apprentice_lurk]

*watches him for a minute, eyes still rather wide, then cautiously steps onto one finger and holds onto the other, watching his face intently*

[startactician]

*carefully lifts her onto the desk, next to the light sculpture* There. Now, tell me about yourself.