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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 15, 2011 18:06:57 GMT -5
Jessica sighed as she watched him ignore her. She winced and hoped that her leg wouldn't snap with each jerk. She was a bit more fragile in that area then other humans and groaned when he disconnected her wheel. She shot him an annoyed look and stated, "Well, now you are stuck with me. Because, you know, I can't go home with my wheel detached."
She actually put across a rather nice deadpan voice. Inside, however, she was laughing. Just a bit. While the loss of the wheelchair was irritating, and the way it was disconnected there was no way to put it back together. She sighed and then lifted her hand. "Well at least I don't have to disconnect my knee. Let me see it and I'll see if I can help you get free of my now detached wheel," she demanded, not bothering to ask and her voice back to the usual manner.
She didn't resist her next thing. "So, what did we learn today?" she asked in a slightly patronizing tone, unable to resist. She had a pretty good feeling that he wouldn't kill her, but she also knew she was pushing it.
No matter how he responded, however, she did add one final thing before she focused on her newest situation. "And you could have broken my leg. Since I was damaged, my legs are weaker then other humans, so the pressure they would break under? It is a lot lower then other people's. Because that's what happens when they are basically crushed and then rebuilt."
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Post by whiplash on Dec 15, 2011 18:23:07 GMT -5
Whiplash flicked his tentacle back and forth once or twice, trying to dislodge the wheel. It remained stubbornly stuck. His engine growled its displeasure once more, but Jessica was speaking again, and this time he figured it would probably be prudent to listen to what she had to say.
She was wrong. He wasn’t stuck with anybody. He could just turn around and leave her here, look for another place to hide. He wouldn’t, though. He didn’t feel like it was worth bringing up. Whiplash flat-out ignored her request to see his tentacle. He could handle that on his own. Jessica pushed her luck a bit too far with her patronizing comment, though. This human was much smaller than him, and couldn’t possibly be physically older. How dare she talk to him like that!
His free tentacle flicked forward, the blade-like prong at the end an inch from Jessica’s nose. It activated, sparking and hissing. The effect was impressive, but he didn’t touch her with it, so the display was harmless. “We learned,” he hissed, “not to antagonize the sting-wieldin' robot.”
He pulled his tentacle back, deactivating its stinging function. “So your legs got scrapped?” He asked. “Did that happen the same time your face did?” Whiplash wasn’t actually trying to be rude this time. It just sort of came naturally to him. While he spoke, he scraped his caught tentacle against the ground, restlessly trying to pry it loose. “Did you get in a fight?” A pause. “Did you win?”
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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 15, 2011 21:44:15 GMT -5
Jessica wasn't surprised when he continued to shake his tentacle around, trying to dislodge it. She figured it eventually would and then go flying, probably breaking things along the way. Or at least go through a window somewhere and break things then. Of course, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at his insistence in not accepting her help.
And she should have known the patronizing tone would have sent him over the edge. That didn't stop the reflexive jerk backwards or even the slight hitch of breath that came from the sudden extension of the stinger. "I'll remember that," she responded softly.
Yeah, pissing off robots in disguise hadn't been her best idea today. Ironically, she also felt it was not the worst.
Luckily, her comment after being threatened seemed to distract him once more. And, unlike other times people asked about the wheelchair and such, she felt she should give him an answer.
And it had nothing to do with being threatened.
"Yeah, my face happened as the same time as my legs. And half my torso, but you can't see that I don't think," she answered and resisted the urge to laugh at the second question.
However, remembering what caused it made her tense and her eyes glaze over a bit. "No. Wish it was a fight. It was a car accident. Rainy weather and being in a hurry don't mix. A guy in a black car plowed right into where I was sitting into the back seat. Crunched down entirely onto my right side and across my legs. Damaged my arms a bit too, see?" she answered and rolled up her sleeves to show the scarring from there.
She grinned. "They called it a miracle that I was even alive," she added cheerfully and then shuddered all over.
"I was awake the entire time in that car. However, I wish it was a fight. Be a more interesting story at least," she finished and shrugged.
She wasn't sure if he listened to her. He seemed to have a tendency to ignore her. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with getting the wheel off? Because that looks really uncomfortable," she questioned, trying to get away from thoughts of the accident.
Either way, she was having nightmares tonight.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 15, 2011 22:09:05 GMT -5
Whiplash’s attention focused on her as she began her tale. At first he continued to make a slight effort to dislodge the wheel stuck to him, but as she went on he went utterly still. His response to her story was a simple, “Huh. I didn’t think you humans were that sturdy.” A pause. “And... you’re not. Least you‘re not dead, I guess.” And that was it. He spared her no sympathy, but nor did he truly mock her. He just accepted her hardship as fact.
He lifted his tentacle in disgust. “No. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just annoyin'.” He exvented. “I’ll get it.” And before he could even finish speaking, he was changing. The sleek lines of the motorcycle lifted and separated, and Whiplash’s form was suddenly a whirring mass of complex machinery.
When it all settled, he stood nearly ten feet. He was certainly nothing special by Cybertronian standards, but he was more than enough to loom over Jessica. He was a lean creature, but not what one would call “slender.” His body was comprised of sharp angles, gleaming black on matte black, with the occasional coppery accent picked out by the California sun. His face was angular and largely concealed by a visor and battle-mask, behind which two backswept arcs of metal curved, like a pair of horns. It became clear now why he was so baffled by her legs--his were digitigrade stance, with elongated ankles.
The visor pulsed green as he reached over with one hand, grasped the wheel in a fistful of wicked-looking talons, and yanked it free. “See?” he held it up for her inspection. “It does work.”
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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 15, 2011 22:42:26 GMT -5
Jessica gave a smile. "We're usually not. And now I'm more fragile then practically every other human out there. And, you know, pathetic," she responded and leaned back a bit on her hands, easily shifting her weight to be comfortable.
Considering she was stuck here until someone found her, she was going to relax and work on not pissing the big guy off. Well, big to her.
She was also expecting him to act macho, but just nodded. "I'll ta-..." she began to answer, only to have him transform.
She really couldn't stop the little strangled sound of surprise as he did so however. Nor could she stop the reflexive motion to pull back from his transformation which forced her to look up, up, up at him, where he was now easily towering over her. And promptly watched him wrench the wheel off his tentacle. "Please don't do it that way with my leg. I like it not broken and attached," she responded, before she glowered at where her leg was still trapped in the wheelchair.
"May we introduce ourselves to each other now, or will forever be knowing each other as 'that tall 'bot that was a bit scary' and the 'weakling human female'?" she asked suddenly, looking way up at Whiplash.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 15, 2011 22:57:29 GMT -5
Whiplash let the twisted hunk of metal fall, and then gave it a kick for good measure. Behind his visor, he narrowed his optics hatefully at it. He only looked back to Jessica when she spoke. Hmm. An introduction couldn’t hurt, he guessed. It wasn’t as if he had anything to fear from this pathetic creature. “Whiplash,” he said, flicking his tentacles and activating them as a demonstration.
He reached down, once again not explaining what he was doing, and then, with surprisingly delicacy for such a large creature, carefully scooped up the entire wheelchair and pulled it upright. He hadn’t freed Jessica’s leg, but he’d set her upright again, and her new position gave her leverage to use her arms to free herself. “I ain’t gonna tear your leg off. It’d make a mess,” he replied gruffly.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 15, 2011 23:15:57 GMT -5
Jessica watched the demonstration and managed to keep herself from raising an eyebrow. It seemed that his name was pretty self-explanatory. This was why she liked the older names, which all explained themselves and one knew what to expect from the name. Not that she was complaining about hers, but still.
It would be nice to have a name that meant something. "Jessica," she answered.
Of course, once the introductions were done, he did his whole 'I'm not going to be explaining what I am doing and am going to do it' thing. She resisted the urge to glare at him as he did that, especially since he just carefully, if with some pain on her end that caused her to hiss and snap out a few more cuss words from the pain. Her leg had been jerked around enough today and it was being particularly sensitive at the moment.
Of course, his response about removing her leg being messy made her want to roll her eyes. "Don't want to bloody up the sidewalk after all," she answered in a flat tone, before she twisted slightly to work her foot out. With a few careful twists, she manged to get free and scrambled away from the wheelchair, using only her arms.
Now free, her leg was now screaming at her. The ankle might be twisted, not to mention the various aches and pains that were flooding through. Like that night so long ago, when everything became so glaringly there, and it hurt even more when she was freed.
Jessica took a deep breath and shook herself, still sitting on the sidewalk. She wasn't sure if she accidentally smacked into Whiplash at the moment and really, right now, she could care less.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 15, 2011 23:30:05 GMT -5
“Jessica,” he hissed, carefully pronouncing the foreign word. He watched her twist about, and added, “No, I don’t care about the sidewalk, but I don’t want your fluids on me.” He shook his fierce head. "That’s disgustin'.”
Then she had freed herself, and was flopping about in a strange manner. Whiplash watched her drag herself to the sidewalk, making no move to help. He did, however, glance upward, his form tense as he took in the empty sky above. He’d been out of his alt mode for a few minutes by now. He shifted back while Jessica was still getting a handle on her pain, so by the time she was seated, he was a motorcycle once more, his tentacles retracted.
He rolled down into the street and maneuvered himself into a discreet parked position near her. “So,” he asked, his tone conversational, “How are you going to get home?” Jessica was seeing something that very few living Cybertronians had: a relatively calm Whiplash. He was still ready to dart away in another direction, either to flee a threat or to meet it, but he wasn’t actively attacking someone, so that was something.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 15, 2011 23:42:32 GMT -5
Jessica did, in fact, roll her eyes at Whiplash's obvious contempt for her 'fluids' getting on him. "In that case, which would be the removal of a limb, it would probably just be blood. Now, if it were my head, there would be the possibility of brain fluid," she answered, purposely bringing it up to disgust him. However, she made sure to keep her voice perfectly calm, as if just keeping him informed of the main life forms, that people counted, on the globe.
Not for nefarious reasons, if only for revenge over scaring her earlier with the stinger.
She had an older brother. She knew how to get revenge and get her parents to support her without the knowledge of it being revenge. Except for Mom because well...moms know everything.
That and it had been her mother to teach her how to do that revenge thing.
At the question, she looked up and was a bit surprised to see him, one, near her, and two...actually sounding concerned. Three was the fact she hadn't heard him transform and that wasn't a good thing.
Instead, she decided to focus on his question and she leaned back on her hands. "I have no idea. I have no way to contact anyone I know and my form of transportation has been destroyed. So...I'm stuck here, which really sucks, mostly because it will be hours before my mother comes looking this way and...in case you haven't noticed, this is a pretty dead area. There hasn't even been a car," she answered with a humorless laugh.
She shifted her body weight. "When will you be heading off?" she inquired, deciding to keep the conversation going.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 16, 2011 0:01:01 GMT -5
“What, is your blood solid or somethin’? I’ve seen human blood. Its red, and it’s liquid. A fluid.” He corrected her a bit snappily. By now she probably should have been used to that tone of voice, though. It was sort of his default method of speech.
He angled his headlight towards her as she spoke, giving her his direct attention. He was inscrutable, silent, as she spoke. “Yeah, I noticed it was a dead area. ‘S why I came here.” It didn’t occur to Whiplash that he was making a tactical error in admitting this. An observant person would easily piece together that his want of a secluded location probably stemmed from a need to hide.
He exvented again. “You really are helpless. I mean, I could tell you were kinda helpless, but this is honestly just kinda pathetic,” He sounded equal parts amused and exasperated. Whiplash didn’t comment on the fact that she couldn’t get home at all had more to do with his destroying her wheelchair than her innate helplessness. “Fine,” he growled, as if she had actually asked him, “I’ll take you home, then.”
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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 16, 2011 0:21:07 GMT -5
Considering how often Whiplash snapped at her, Jessica really started ignoring how he snapped at her. It was a little pointless to get insulted over what seemed to be how he always talked. Or at least talked with humans and, really, she was just going to let it go because it could be oh, so much worse.
When he commented it being a choice, she noted what he said, but didn't comment. She did not ask what he was hiding from, he seemed to calm down somewhat from her last 'not thinking at all about how the giant robot would react to that' remark. She really didn't want a repeat of a stinger show.
She rolled her eyes at his 'you're helpless' rant. Considering it was mostly his fault, she was just going to let him rant about it, even if it seemed to amuse him. However...she had not been expecting his growl. She jumped a bit at that and turned to him, surprised.
She wondered if it was his way of apologizing for wrecking her wheelchair. "It would be appreciated but...I have no idea how to even ride a motorcycle and, if it is anything like the stationary bikes, which it is probably nothing like, I still have difficulty sitting up on those," she responded hesitantly, as if unsure how to approach this offer.
She was also trying not to shout at him, 'And how do you expect me to stay on the top of your alt mode? In case you haven't noticed, MY LEGS ARE DAMAGED!'
Jessica doubted he would appreciate it.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 16, 2011 0:33:34 GMT -5
“Well, if I had my holoform, I could hold you that way,” Whiplash mused aloud, “but that thing’s gonna take a while to recover.” He extended his tentacles once more. “I could hold you with these. Humans do it all the time--what’re they called? Uh… seat belts? You all got ‘em in cars, right? So we’ll just use them like that.”
This statement demonstrated a clear lack of knowledge about the way seatbelts worked. They only secured a passenger If they had something a passenger could lean on to be secured to, but it wasn't as if Whiplash had ever been inside one of those things. “I won’t go real fast. We can probably manage. It’s either that, or I leave you here. I can’t exactly just go waltzin’ through the neighborhood in my other shape can I? No. I’d get shot at, or worse.”
His engine growled grumpily. “So you wane me to just leave you here? Or you wanna give it a go? I’m not going to drop you or anythin’.” He did not exactly reach for her, but extended his further in her direction slightly.
((Seekerwing, if you’d like to jump in, we will pause for you now! :3))
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Firefly
Designated Decoy
We Can't All be Heroes...[A1i:3]
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Post by Firefly on Dec 17, 2011 0:13:15 GMT -5
Another flight out to... Anywhere... Happened to fall on this day, as Firefly swooped down very near to the conversation going on between the two. Now, she wouldn't normally find a random conversation odd, except for a couple of minor details. First: One of the conversationalists was a robot. Second: The other was a relatively young female human. Third: They were, together, in the middle of nowhere. So yeah. She was curious. She looped around, and flew back over them upside down, then choosing the moment she was directly over head, upside down, to transform and flip, landing gracefully - but far from delicately - on the ground.
Sensitive points in her armor shouted from sudden impact, but her curiosity was piqued. Crouching, she still loomed impressively over the two, her normally 44' frame bent down so she was still about half that height, one foot in front of her, knee bent, other behind, the front 'toe' of the foot bent at a faintly extreme angle to avoid forcing her leg on the ground, as her hands were braced against the ground as well, her eyes locked onto the two. It was a very sudden entrance, but if she saw something odd, she wasn't much of one to hang back. At least, not immediately.
With as little of her frame touching ground as possible, she attempted to lean toward the two. Not menacingly - rather, curiously. She wasn't much of one for social deal, but she did give them a quiet hello, almost amusingly contrasting with her entrance. She figured if the human knew one robot, it was safe for her to know two - and she here she was. Curiosity killed the cat.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Dec 17, 2011 4:17:01 GMT -5
Jessica sighed, deciding to not correct him about the use of seat-belts. She was pretty sure that he would work out how to keep her from going flying from what would be her precarious situation on the back of a Transformer motorcycle. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him and gave him a smile. "No, you couldn't go wandering around my neighborhood in your real form," Jessica responded.
She sighed and began to move toward the tentacles. She sighed and held out her hand. "I don't want to be left here. I am just, as you put it, helpless. I am going to need help getting up, let alone ge-..." she began to respond only to be cut off by a fighter jet swooping down.
Jessica let out a yelp and threw her arms up slightly, only to see it transform and land. Her jaw dropped and she groaned.
She really wasn't in a condition to get in the middle of a giant robot battle, but this one was...a lot bigger. "Getting out of here fast might be the best idea for you," she stated, already shifting to give Whiplash the room to get the heck out of Dodge and forget about her.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 17, 2011 4:28:52 GMT -5
Whiplash sensed the jet moments before it swooped into Jessica’s field of vision, and instantly he reverted to his ‘bot mode. He turned, tentacles raised and activated as the jet landed. He didn’t wait to analyze the non-threatening posture of the newcomer, or the quiet way in which she said “hello.” She was here, she was much larger than him, and there was only one way Whiplash knew how to deal with intimidation. Part of it was utterly ignoring Jessica's advice.
“Back off!” He hissed, and immediately launched himself at a Cybertronian that was more than four times his size. He attacked her leg with his stingers. Unless the jet was quick enough to get out of the way of the sudden, violent assault, she would have been on the receiving end of two stings.
It was unpleasant, and the wave of electromagnetic energy would have made the effected limb feel oddly and momentarily disconnected, but the Seeker was so massive that it would have barely been a blip on her radar. It was probably more startling than anything else.
Whiplash backed up. His stingers wouldn’t recharge for another ten minutes. He positioned himself protectively over Jessica, ready to scoop her up or defend her, as need be. It wasn’t altruism that was spurring him to defend the human. It was just instinct--it came along with his squaring off against Firefly.
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