| Bugged | |
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| Date of Scene: | 07 November 2018 |
| Location: | Rodion |
| Synopsis: | Blast Off meets Harbinger. |
| Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Harbinger |
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off is feeling like the world is just a tiny bit better of a place now that he FINALLY has his weapon back. Yes, much better. As he waits to hear news on Vortex's latest mission, the shuttleformer finishes his own errands, then decides to head towards Maccadam's. A nice celebratory drink is in order, the sniper reunited with his gun! Yay! He keeps it safely tucked in subspace, though, don't want it stolen again. With a flick of his wing elevons, he makes his way to the bar at a brisk, yet somehow still aloof, pace.
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger is still adjusting to the surface world, even after all the time she has spent there so far. At present she is making her way through Rodion on the suggestion of one of the few Autobots who are actually willing to speak to her, the click-click-click of her many legs propelling the Cyber-Ant on her way at a good clip... her path instictively shifting as she picks up the faintest scenes of those coming to and from Maccadam's.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off continues on his way to the bar, glancing down at a datapad and reading something as he walks along. The shuttleformer keeps an optic out for potential enemies but beyond that, doesn't seem very interested in the people buzzing along by him. Just don't invade his personal space!
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger 's walking slows slightly as something, and she looks arond before coming to a dead stop as something.. SHINEY!!!! Mind blanks on any other thought at the moment, and the Cyber-Ant scuttles over to Blast-Off, getting right up to him and leans in to sniff at his wings, antennas twitching like made before she broadcasts suddenly.. and loudly, <<SHINEY WINGS!>>
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off reads his datapad, getting lost in the text a moment before looking back up for the routine glance to make sure that no one- wut. What the frag? The shuttleformer stops stiff, violet optics wide, then huffs, startled, at the sudden broadcast and steps back. "I beg your pardon!?" He kicks out a purple rocket foot, not aiming to hit the ant but shoo it away. Of course, his shiny wings wave along with the foot, since they lay along his legs. "Shoo, bug! I'm busy."
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger just dances around Blast Off as he tries to shoo her off, completely ignoring it as she tries to stay close to the now moving wings, mandibles snapping in her excitement though clearly not trying to bite at them.. yet. <<Shiney metal! Harby likes shiny things... Give Harby small bit of shiny wings?>> And at some point she gets a bit too closer, half rearing up and putting a few of her front legs on Blast Off's side as she tries to get clsoer and sniffing.
- Blast Off has posed:
"Hey!" Now Blast Off is starting to get unsettled, still stepping back as the ant keeps pestering him. He tries shoving her away. "Stop it! What?" He goes to kick out at her, then withdraws his leg as she comments again on shiny wings. Said wings flatten closely to his leg and he takes TWO steps back. "Stop bugging me, bug, or I'll give you a shiny burst of laserfire!"
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger almost cheers as the wings are settled lower onto Blast Off's form, the Cyber-Ant dropping back down onto all four and still keeps scuttling around, her abdomen with the stinger on it's end wiggling around as if it was a tail. <<But... it's too shiny.. don't take it away!>> She pauses a moment, her optics never leaving the Con then starts going the other direction suddenly to get back around Blast Off.
- Blast Off has posed:
"What? Hey, no... get away from me!" The shuttleformer huffs loudly as he continues backing away and turning around, coming up to a wall. Now Blast Off starts kicking at the ant, "I said, get *back*, you foul.... whatever you are!" Kick kick kick!
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger gets clocked rather firmly in the head, the Cyber-Ant rolling a few times before she ends up back on all her feet, her antennas drooping low and she almost sounds like she's pouting <<You kicked Harby! Harby no bite! No reason to kick Harby>> And she flops down on her rear, her forelegs only thing keeping her somewhat sitting as she stares at the bad bad mech.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off remains with his back to the wall, staring at this impetious creature. "Well, you kept invading my personal space and threatening to eat me, I'd say that IS a reason to kick someone away!" HUFFF. His armor plates ruffle in indignation as he studies the ant. Hey, wait a minute..." Violet optiocs narrow as Blast Off leans forward, squinting at something gold flashing under the ant's throat. "Wait a minute..." His hand drops down to where his subspace is, fingers tensing. "What *are* you, anyway?"
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger tilts her head far to the side and looks at Blast Off, huffing a bit, her mandibles and antennas twitching, <<Harby is Harby! Harby has said she is Harby before! Are you audios bad? Am told that should be looked at>>
- Blast Off has posed:
"MY audials are *just fine*!," Blast Off huffs back at the ant, "It's YOU who simply is hard to understand!" He sniffs haughtily, still glaring at this odd bug. "You don't greet people by running up and invading their personal space and trying to EAT them!" Those optics narrow again, "In fact, it would be enough to make me think that you're an... Autobot..." he adds quietly, squinting at that flash of color along her throat again.
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger is sitting at a angle that make it easy to see the symbol on her thorax, while not very big.. it's bright gold coloring stands out against the dark black of her armored body, <<That is what they are called Harby believes..>> There is a pause, her head tilting the other other, <<Harby is sure that was name.. Harby believes>> Then his words registre and somehow a Ant manages to look indignite, her antennas standing up high and mandibles clacking evne louder <<HARBY DID OT BITE! JUST LOOKED AT SHINEY WINGS!>>
- Blast Off has posed:
Aha!!! She IS an Autobot! The Combaticon's hand twitches as he thinks about bringing his weapon out of subspace, but.... right here along the streets near Maccadams doesn't feel like the best place to start shooting right now- and the ant *did* finally stop. Blast Off remains tense and ready, though, eying her carefully. "I KNEW it! You Autobots like to EAT people? What is WITH that?!" He's... had some unpleasant experieces with monsterbots, ok? Blast Off draws up straight now, arms clutching towards his chest protectively. "FINE! You didn't BITE! But you almost did!!" There's a huiff, and he suddenly points one of those hands at her. "ANYWAY. What on Cybertron is an Insecticon like *you* doing as an *Autobot*?"
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger 's body is twitching a bit now.. the anger the little Ant keeps buried down DEEP clawing it's way up before she almost growls <<HARBY DOES NOT EAT MECHS!!>> The air would almost seem vibrrate with the volume put into that yell and she shifts and transform to her robot form, a clawed hand point at Blast Off, her voice.. almost musical in tone, a far cry from the audio device she had to use in her other form, "Harby would never desend to the level of those... those BEASTS!"
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off jerks back slightly as Harbinger growls back at him, eventually transforming into robot mode. One black hand braces against the wall as the other remains half-poised to grab his weapon from subspace. "Well, then... GOOD!" the shuttleformer's chin lifts up and he straightens once more. "Most excellent, I detest the eating of mechs... especially *me*. I've had quite *enough* of that, thank you. I mean, how primitive can you get?" HUFF.
He crosses his arms now, studying Harby. "Harby, is it? And how did you wind up with the Autobots?"
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger 's body shakes with her restrained anger... antennas and mandibles never being still, always flick and flicking as she lowers her arm, both her claws hangs clenching as she stares daggers at Blast Off, her optics scanning him over briefly before she almost smirks a bit, "Harby was saved by Bot. From THINGS bearing that!" A claw flicks at Blast Off's own symbol, "They not act like beasts like those who wore THAT!" She pauses as if she was trying to get her breath back, before she growls a bit, "Harby wonders.... a shuttle calling others primitive? Harby finds this funny."
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off huffs again, optics narrowing. "Beasts? You exaggerate, surely..." Unless she's talking about Soundwave's datasticks. Or the Insecticons. Or.... *ahem* He waves a hand dismissively, "Pshaw. You're..." Then she makes that quip about *shuttles*. Blast off stops, limbs stiffening, optics growing dim, expression (what can be seen of it) rather... flat. "Excuse me? How so?" He asks, tone quiet and edged with ice.
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger stalks forward.. and somehow adds a bit of sway to her hips, <Blame the Bot femmes!> but stops a few steps away, "Harby was clear. Shuttles haul things. Shuttles simple things." She raises a hand and fflicks it over, <<So Harby wonders why a shuttle would call others primitives."
- Blast Off has posed:
"WHAT?!" The shuttleformer's armor plates flare out in indignant outrage, optics blazing, hand ducking down to get his gun...wait, no, still probably not a good idea. BUT BUT BUT....."How DARE YOU- How can you- what on Cybertron would possess you to say-" The stuttering shuttle flails his arms at the ant, "How can...WHAT???!!!" OMP!! This nearly breaks his brain.
OKAY. Deep breath. Blast Off sucks in air through his vent, standing tall and splaying his hands out flat. Calm, breathe, peace. Yeah. His arms go stiffly to his sides as he begins his lecture. "FIRST OFF. Space shuttles are FAR more sophisticated than that. FAR more. We are actually, to put it frankly, rather amazing! We rocket through space at thousands of miles per hour, flying wherever we choose, saving your *groundpounder* afts time and time again, and never breaking an oil sweat!" His finger comes up to point in the air. "You're stuck here on this planet, while *I* can fly anywhere in the universe! Now WHO is the primitive one?"
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger raises her claw and points at Blast Off's cheek, <<Then why Harby see oil sweat there?>>
- Blast Off has posed:
Erk. "What?" Blast off suddenly looks rather mortified, his pointing hand whipping to his face to brush the tips of his fingers along his face. What? But.... He wipes and then stares at the fingers. "I..." Hmm. Optic ridges furrow down as he examines them. "I... don't see any sweat!!" Though he hastily wipes his fingers on the wall. *ahem* "I..." He makes sure to brush at his forehead, too, before continuing. "That's absurd! I'm FAR more sophisticated than some groundpounder! You are simply *jealous*." Yes, that must be it.
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger arches a optic a bit, smirking as she watches the quick checks for oil swet, "Yes... Harby wishes to carry things all over. Harby was a queen. Harby has others do carrying" She points a claw at the ground, "There enough here to satisfy Harby's interests." Then that smirk grows even more, <<Only some groundpounders? Harby thinks someone has low standards>>
- Blast Off has posed:
The Combaticon's optics narrow and, if she could see it under his faceplate, his mouth turns to a sour pout. "*Some* groundpounders prove themselves worthy. Almost on the same level as a spacecraft! Maybe, possibly, even... there. Then again, *others*..." and he says that last word pointedly, "...OTHERS prove themselves clueless guttersnipes sniffing around trashpiles and invading people's space!" He huffs, "What kind of Queen? Queen of the Uncouth?"
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger takes another step closer... not /quite/ invading Blast Off's space but not leaving much room either. "Harby was Queen of her Hive. Harby survied fighting other hives. Harby fought her own Queen and won." Finally, another half step to step into that precioius space of Blast Off's, "Harby earned her title through blood and fire.. What has a shuttle done to belive it has the right to call a Queen Uncoth?"
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off remains still and stiff, studying the ant. Robot. Groundpounder, whatever. He watches every step closer, too, his trigger finger twitching from time ot time, but this time he doesn't step back. Hmm. "I've done plenty. I've explored distant galaxies you could hardly even imagine, made contact with realms beyond any groundpounder's comprehension. I'm a Combaticon and a sniper extraordinaire, with long distance shots that few sparks here on Cybertron could even *hope* to achieve. I've laid waste to towns with my orbital bombardments from distances my targets couldn't even *see*..." He stops and *hehs*, "You see, to me, Autobots so very far below me on the ground are the equivalent of...well, *ants*."
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger raises her hand up, the claw tips moving along Blast Off's side, never quite touching and eventually her hand raises up and passes infront of his face before pulling back, "Harby has no desire to see the galaxies.. Harby has focus on here and now. And to fire from afar? A coward's way.. to fight from afar. Perhaps the shuttle needs distance so has time for " There is a bit of a clack.. as her other hand had raises up and snipped her claw on that arm is held low on Blast Off, "But the shuttle should remember.. a ant might be /small/... but it packs a bite one will not forget." She turns and stalks away, transforming back into her Cyber-Ant form and click-click-clicks away.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off tenses, watching her closely as she gets IN close. There's once or twice he almost looks ready to spring away, that trigger finger still twitching, but he remains still. Then, with a clack of claws, she turns. The shuttleformer's optics, still narrow, watch her every step, even as his chin lifts. There's a sense of ...what? Quiet observation combined with suspicion and distain. Still, she seems to know how to carry herself.... "Also remember, ant, that this shuttle is like a turbo-bird in the sky, one that can strike at an insect from afar... and you'd never see it coming. That's not cowardice, that's *skill*."
Hmph!! The shuttleformer huffs as he turns sharply on his heels to walk away.
- Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger 's voice carries a bit <<Mmm... Harby shall see who see's who first.. Shuttle.>> as she fades away from view.