476/Speak For Yourself

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Speak For Yourself
Date of Scene: 11 January 2018
Location: Decagon - Atrium
Synopsis: Hyperdrive is very chatty. Hammerstrike isn't.
Cast of Characters: Hammerstrike, Hyperdrive


Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has found a secluded spot to spend some idle time. There is a look of determination on his face as he puts a cylinder on it's side and rolls it back and forth with a foot. Satisfied with its height, he hops up on it and carefully steps, making it go back and forth until he's found his balance on it. Finally he begins to juggle some assorted small objects which closer inspection might show to be some of his flashbangs.

Hammerstrike has posed:
It isn't long before the secluded spot is less secluded. However, Hyperdrive's audience of one does not look amused. Indeed, the broad, blocky form of Hammerstrike had stepped into the small courtyard adjoining the atrium, and stopped almost immediately upon catching sight of Hyperdrive. He's not scrutinizing the choice of juggling flashbangs, for he had not approached close enough to determine what they were. He seemed more concerned with the trash recepticle Hyperdrive was balanced on.
    "That is not a toy. Put it back where you found it."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is lost in the performance, managing a spin on the cylinder before recatching his flashbangs. He's about to do another trick when he nearly loses his flashbangs. Arms pinwheel wildly before he regains his balance. The flashbangs disappearing wherever he stores them. "How is it a bot yer size can be so sneaky?" He rolls the cylinder forward, ending up closer to Hammerstrike in distance...grinning at the percieved shorter stature of the big mech. "No, its not a toy...its temporarily a training implement....."

Hammerstrike has posed:
    "It's public property. Which does NOT mean anyone can just run off with it for private use," Hammerstrike intones as her slowly crosses his thick arms across his chest. He dips his squared chin somewhat and scowls at Hyperdrive.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive spins once more and flexes down to suddenly launch himself up and end up kneeling before Hammerstrike in a semi-bow before straightening. He picks up the recepticle and grins as again as he rights it and sticks it back in the corner. There's a smaller bin with all the trash in it that he places back inside the cylinder. "I didn't run off with it. I was walkin by and saw that it had been knocked over. I'd picked up all the trash and when I picked up the outer cover, I realized it was perfectly shaped and strong enough ta hold my weight easily without pickin up any damage. So I just sorta borrowed it ta try a few things out. Wonder if there are any that I could get from the sanitation department...."

Hammerstrike has posed:
    Hammerstrike is unmoved. Literally. He doesn't move. He maintains his disapproving glare and posture as Hyperdrive explains. "It's good you picked up the trash. But it's still not a toy." However, as Hyperdrive has obediently put the trash cylinder back where it belongs, he gives a short nod. His work here is done. Hammerstrike turns, heading out the way he came.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive turns and follows Hammerstrike, taking two steps at least for each of his single. "I don't know if I ever properly thanked you fer savin me that day. I may have even said some things afterward that I really didn't mean. But I wanted ta tell ya I appreciated you comin and pluckin me outta the battle. And I'm sorry if I caused ya any grief before or afterwards. I wasn't quite thinkin like myself."

Hammerstrike has posed:
     Slow and steady may win the race, but it tends to invite tag-alongs, apparently. Hammerstrike gives Hyperdrive a measured sideglance as he speaks, before looking straight ahead of him. "I didn't think much of it." Hammerstrike rumbles out a vague response. At least it's not entirely ungracious.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods and paces along. "But I did. And again I'm sorry if I said or did anythin unhelpful...I wasn't myself fer a while after the incident. But thanks ta you and Swivel, I have a chance to actually do somethin with my life other than be a grease stain beneath some con's foot. And also thank you fer keepin those bullies off me. I'm thinkin that people don't appreciate ya the way they should. I know yer not the most talkative or demonstrative of the bots, but yer there when it counts. If there's ever anythin I can do ta help ya, feel free ta call on me. I'll come runnin."

Hammerstrike has posed:
    Hammerstrike's already slow amble dwindles until he comes to a stop. He turns partially, peering down at Hyperdrive as her continues to chatter away. The large mech takes a moment to absorb all of what the minibot had said. "...That's thoughtful..." Hammerstrike says carefully in response. He faces forward again and begins to walk. "...but I don't do my job to be appreciated. I do it because it needs doing." Hammerstrike nods to punctuate his statement.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive stops and listens to Hammerstrike. "There's lots of bots that do their jobs cause they need doin...but they seem ta need the appreciation to the point that if they don't get it, they don't do as good of a job. I'm guessin that's why yer considered so dependable...cause yer not expectin anythin special or any kudos fer what you do. Ya come in, get the job done and head back the way you came. But even though people may realize yer gonna do the job ta the best of yer ability every time no matter what they say, doesn't mean that they can't be appreciative fer what you do. Yer not a drone. Just cause ya don't expect people ta fawn over yer every move like some, doesn't mean ya don't deserve a Thanks from people."

Hammerstrike has posed:
    Hammerstrike's face flashes a cycle of bemusement and mild irritation as he continues to listen to Hyperdrive. On and on the chatterbox goes as Hammerstrike stops by the main desk in the atrium, quietly checking on something before he turns and begins heading for the barracks. When he's quire sure Hyperdrive is done sloshing words all over the place, for the time being, he shrugs his massive shoulders. "Speak for yourself. What do you know of what other people think of me, or what I think or feel?" Hyperdrive gets a wary gaze from Hammerstrike.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shrugs, "I do speaks fer myself when it comes ta totally appreciatin ya. Admittedly what I hear is what people say when they don't realize I'm in hearin range. And most of those get annoyed cause you've stopped them from doin stuff they wanted to or they find ya borin. But I know that ya also don't tell on everyone even when they deserve it as long as they comply with yer requests. And I might not be able ta KNOW what you think and feel. I'm gonna assume that you do have the full range of emotional responses that everyone else does. And I'm sorry if I offend you fer assumin such. But that allows me ta consider everyone similar inside...even stupid cons as long as they're not shootin at me. Yer not a mindless weapon or portable mover of items. Yer a fellow bot and I don't like hearin anyone talk about ya like yer any less just cause ya don't hop up and down fer attention screamin 'look at me!."

Hammerstrike has posed:
    Hammerstrike's optic ridges pinch together as the talking continues. He pauses in the passage that leads to the barracks and just stares at Hyperdrive as he continues talking. "It doesn't take smarts to realise I'm not a thing." Hammerstrike pauses again, seeming unbothered by the reports of people talking about him behind his back. "Look. You said your thanks. Now I'm saying You're welcome." Clearly Hammerstrike has seen the error of his ways in not giving the typical socially expected response. "Can we leave it at that?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins faintly, realizing that he's worn out his welcome. "Sorry...my vocalizer kinda outruns my processor. " A vaguely worriedly look is replaced by a slight grin. "Hope you have a good night sir....." He turns to go back the way they came and leave the poor mech alone, though the worried expression has reappeared.

Hammerstrike has posed:
    FINALLY! Hammerstrike watches Hyperdrive for a moment, as if making sure he doesn't begin yammering on again. If he notices the worried expression, he doesn't say anything about it. "Good night," Hammerstrike murmurs quietly. He turns to head down the corridor leading to the barracks, shaking his head in bewilderment.