Characters: Kimihiro Watanuki and OPEN
Content: A NEW SHIP. A NEW KITCHEN. A NEW REIGN OF TERROR. Except for the people who already knew him. Also inaugural kitchen log for the Convoy, will probably be the first of many.
Setting: Kitchen on the Convoy! Though if you would like your character to run into him elsewhere, that is a-ok - just specify. :
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He paused at the sight of a new face. ...oh, right. He'd heard they had a new cook. Well . . . time to approach him! Just as he did with everyone. It was his duty to make sure everyone on board knew about the captain, and no to share that secret with anyone. It applied to him too, of course, but nothing, not even his own safety, came before that of his commander.
Loathe to interrupt the human's work, the four-foot scout waited until he was noticed before speaking, knocking softly on the door jamb if it seemed like that might be a while. Once he had the man's attention, he offered a grin and small wave. "Hi there."
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He froze for a second when he turned around at the sound of knocking (people on this ship knocked? Really?)-- either someone had just left their large toy automaton here and run away, or it had just--
Oh.
He remember his manners when Bumblebee spoke. Startling though he may have been, it was just rude to leave him hanging. Even if he hadn't concealed his open staring very well. "Er-- hello!" he said, backing out of the cupboard completely and finding his way to his feet. "Sorry! I was just-- I mean, I heard you, I'm just-- I, er-- have we been introduced?"
No, he didn't think they had. He would have remembered this.
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The little scout couldn't help but laugh, tossing up his hands good-naturedly. "No, I'm probably the one who should be apologizing. I know I'm . . . um, unusual. To put it mildly. And no, we haven't. I'm called Bumblebee." He stepped forward with the last, offering his hand. Watanuki would find the metal a bit pliant and surprisingly warm - not by much, just noticeably above room temperature.
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"Haha, don't worry about it, Mr. Watanuki. You weren't rude ta all, believe me." People trying to capture or kill him for what he was . . . that was rude. Initial, honest surprise could hardly be taken for a blamable offense. "So . . . how are you liking the ship, so far?"
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Not at all easily offended, the scout merely nodded. "Our kind have never been seen on your continent, not before me and Optimus. We're Cybertronians, from an ancient continent called Cybertron." He frowned at a thought. "You've . . . probably heard about some of the recent trouble we had about two months back? The capture of our ship and our, um, 'borrowing' a museum ship from Kropmork to get her back?"
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This was a difficult series of revelations to have to deal with in quite a short time. He might be forgiven for being unable to keep up with it all.
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