Jetstorm is slinking by the well, on his way to go see his twin, reassure him that he was okay... when he stopped, transfixed by the 'SWEETPRIMUSHUGE' mech busily shaking ice off.]
[OH HELLO THERE. He's starting to warm up a little more, and thankfully the first thing that improves is his eyesight, optics now clear of frost.
So he does see you! Nice and quick! ... That's an interesting audio pattern. He looks down at the little mech, before smiling politely, waving down at him]
Hello to you as well. It seems this city is far more populated with our kind than I thought.
Four huddles behind a pole and looks waaaaaaaaaay up, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. No dice, it is just too far away. The little stitchpunk considers his options: He can run away and avoid any potential danger, or he can creep up and explore the best he can, since he isn't sure that he can be seen
[Realizing that he'll be going unnoticed, Four summoned up all the courage he has and scuttled over to the massive foot. So far so good? Well almost, he had to dodge some ice shards that are raining down on him. Luckily his dodging skills are almost unmatched by the others.
Four puts his tiny hands on the side of the foot and looks up, quietly judging how long it would take him to climb all the way to the face. Four likes faces, and he wants to see Skyfire's. The little stitchpunk summons all the courage he possesses and begins his long climb.
Maybe in fifteen minutes he'll get to the hip. Maybe.]
[derpderpderp would you notice something so tiny crawling on you? He's still numb yet! At the very least, Skyfire has stopped moving all that much for now, sighing softly as the wings try to lift at least a little, in an attempt to break off more ice.
.... not happening ow okay no he's just gonna sit here for a little while longer then.
[WHOA! Giant...thing is giant! It's sooooo big it makes Big Mouth look small and he's one of the biggest living things Slouchy's ever seen.
Slouchy's never seen anything quite like it before, either. There are no robots where he comes from; Clockwork Smurf and Smurfette don't really count, since they're made of wood. And...they're Smurf-sized to boot.
Everything here is pretty ginormous compared to the little Smurfling. But this...is ALIVE and MOVING and...WOW!]
HEY!
[Will his little voice be loud enough? He's curious and the best way to get answers is by asking questions.]
[Yeah, dude, I am so small! Like, five-inches-tall-small. Like, please-don't-step-on-me-small. Bet you've never seen anything like Slouchy, Skyfire!
...Not that you really can see him that well or anything.
Slouchy's not much of a climber (he's not much for doing anything physically active), otherwise he might've looked for a way to get more up close and personal. As it is, he just tips his head back, craning his neck to see.
[Oh goodness me that was much louder. You'll wear out your voice that way, son.
It's with a smile that he lowers his hand, resting it in front of Slouchy. He heard you that time but let's avoid having to scream now he doesn't want you going hoarse!]
I feel I can ask the same of you, friend.
I am a Cybertronian. A being from another planet, far beyond this one. Who and what might you be, little one?
I enjoy being fashionably late.big_breakdownJanuary 11 2012, 22:47:15 UTC
[...What the hell? This guy is singularly the biggest bot Breakdown has ever seen. He is even bigger than Megatron! It's not often that Breakdown has to crane his head to see someone's face.
So he'll just stare... because that's the polite thing to do.]
[Excuse him he's still trying to clean ice out of his sensors here. It takes a second or two, but he clues in to Breakdown soon enough, finally glancing down at him]
... Ah. Hello there. ... I am not in your way, am I?
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THIS KID. RIGHT HERE.
Jetstorm is slinking by the well, on his way to go see his twin, reassure him that he was okay... when he stopped, transfixed by the 'SWEETPRIMUSHUGE' mech busily shaking ice off.]
...Many greetings?
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So he does see you! Nice and quick! ... That's an interesting audio pattern. He looks down at the little mech, before smiling politely, waving down at him]
Hello to you as well. It seems this city is far more populated with our kind than I thought.
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[BIG DAMN FLYING MECH=DECEPTICON, RIGHT? HE CAN TALK TO THIS GUY!]
What is it your designation is being? I'm Jetstorm!
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[Spoken with a soft chuckle, trying to scrape the ice off the front of his chassis.]
Jetstorm?
[... Did Optimus say there was some kid who lost his memory around here with that name? ... He leaves it at that.]
I think I might have heard that name before somewhere... I am Skyfire. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jetstorm.
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Like.
Huge.
Four huddles behind a pole and looks waaaaaaaaaay up, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. No dice, it is just too far away. The little stitchpunk considers his options: He can run away and avoid any potential danger, or he can creep up and explore the best he can, since he isn't sure that he can be seen
Decisions, decisions...]
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So you're probably in the clear. He's busy defrosting.]
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Four puts his tiny hands on the side of the foot and looks up, quietly judging how long it would take him to climb all the way to the face. Four likes faces, and he wants to see Skyfire's. The little stitchpunk summons all the courage he possesses and begins his long climb.
Maybe in fifteen minutes he'll get to the hip. Maybe.]
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.... not happening ow okay no he's just gonna sit here for a little while longer then.
Have fun climbing, Four!]
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Slouchy's never seen anything quite like it before, either. There are no robots where he comes from; Clockwork Smurf and Smurfette don't really count, since they're made of wood. And...they're Smurf-sized to boot.
Everything here is pretty ginormous compared to the little Smurfling. But this...is ALIVE and MOVING and...WOW!]
HEY!
[Will his little voice be loud enough? He's curious and the best way to get answers is by asking questions.]
HEY UP THERE! What are you?
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He perks a bit, looking around in confusion. Did... he just hear something?]
.... Hello? Is someone there?
[He looks to the ground, scrutinizing the surrounding area closely and...
oh.
... Oh wow. He freezes, staring down at the tiny blue speck in the snow]
I am sorry, could... you repeat that?
[Because he missed what you said because he was kind of wondering at how incredibly tiny you are oh god]
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...Not that you really can see him that well or anything.
Slouchy's not much of a climber (he's not much for doing anything physically active), otherwise he might've looked for a way to get more up close and personal. As it is, he just tips his head back, craning his neck to see.
Oh, and he can totally be louder.]
I SAID 'WHAT ARE YOU?'
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It's with a smile that he lowers his hand, resting it in front of Slouchy. He heard you that time but let's avoid having to scream now he doesn't want you going hoarse!]
I feel I can ask the same of you, friend.
I am a Cybertronian. A being from another planet, far beyond this one. Who and what might you be, little one?
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So he'll just stare... because that's the polite thing to do.]
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... Ah. Hello there. ... I am not in your way, am I?
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I think you're in everyone's way.
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... I suppose to an extent I am, aren't I? I may be more suited for a less populated area, it would seem.
[Do you hear that wooshing sound? That's the sound of your insult flying far, far over his head and into the night.]
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