[ Rung's miniatures are so very precious to him, and while Skywarp frequently messes around with them STILL he takes very good care to treat them gently.
Much to his surprise he discovers one of the miniatures out and about and ambulatory! He must be a good citizen and return the miniature to it's rightful spot.
Despite the miniature's insistence that it, he, was NOT one, Skywarp plucks him up all the same and teleports from the hall to Rung's quarters and deposits him into one of the cute little playsets up on a nice high shelf. Then teleports out with a smile and a little wave.
In fact Rung must be loosing tract of his toys in an awful way because before long Skywarp finds ANOTHER one which he quickly picks up and brings back to the room as well, popping him onto the very same self. Well perhaps this one was the one he met playing hide and seek a little while ago but now the game has changed.
[Blues squirms and kicks up quite a fuss as he's manhandled away from what he was doing and then teleported. He hasn't used a teleport system in a long time but he still remembers the sensation. It was nothing like this. He did not like this.
He stumbles as he's put down on the shelf and spins around, shaking a fist at the Cybertronian that picked him up.]
I'm not a toy!
[And then before he knows it, a second robot master is dropped next to him. Blues reaches out as if to help steady the little guy and scowls at Skywarp.]
Excuse me! You can't just--!
[Aaaand the cybertronian was gone.]
What. The hell. Hey, are you okay?
[He turns to the smaller robot master then, frowning a little.]
[Heatman instantly popped his head and limbs inside his box as soon as he was nabbed while going to go meet with Gold Arm, and rocked his box with his shivering. Spirals of flame lick up the sides of the box out of his nervousness as soon as a hand touched his box and somebody spoke, while from inside it a small, nervous voice can be heard]
Oh! Oh no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!
[Various small metal pieces and a nearby wax figure shaped like a robot that was just his size start to melt as he pokes his head out of his box, and upon seeing the horror show that is a melting wax face and a nice person getting set on fire that he did, Heat withdraws back into his box with a wail]
[ it's any wonder how Skywarp keeps getting in when Rung fucking sleeps in the damn room. And while he was taking a slow power nap to recharge among his notes... he is stirred up from the sound of bickering noise.
And crying...?
He's up with a start knocking over his books and sitting up trying to locate the sound of children wails.
Did someone come in seeking help.. Did he miss the door opening...
Then in a turn he looks at his shelf ans sees a flicker of fire about. ]
!!! Oh! [ He'll question nothing as he gets a small cannister fire extinquisher and sprays it without too much thought into the shelf in a panick...
Then realizes.. ]
BLUES!! My dear child I'm so sorry!! [ He's not yet noticed the lighter is a child as well. ]
[ The moment the fire touches him, Blues hisses and jerks back. He stumbles a few steps, knocking into one of the other miniatures. It wobbles and he reaches to steady it, swearing under his breath, but it's quickly heating up just as fast under the force of the flames and there's a melting wax figure and the other robot master is wailing and--
Cold foam blasts him in the back and Blues goes head over heels, sprawling across the shelf and staring up at the one above him. The lighter is still crying. His head hurts. His arm and hand hurts. Oh hey look at that his synthetic skin melted on his hand. ]
Ow...?
[ He blinks a few times and then slaps his other hand against the shelf. He makes no move to get up yet. ]
[More gut wrenching sobs come from inside the box, though they briefly stop entirely out of shock when he feels something strange hit his box, and-]
[Yes, the fire is put out, but his box is sent skipping and skidding back to hit the wall and bounce off it until he clatters onto his side. That, and the cursing, get his crying starting right back up again]
[One of his arms pokes out of the box just to clutch onto his lid and hold it shut]
Oh no oh no oh no oh no... Mister Gold Arm is gonna be mad please don't tell him I hurt anybody I'm sorry I'm sorry-!
OH!! [ Rung reaches in so carefully and scoops Blues into his hand with all the care of some benevolent entity. Then with his soon free hand plucks carefully the little lighter up and turns his hand over so both children had their own individual spot. ]
I'm.. I'm so sorry little ones. Oh Blues, dear. How bad is it?
And you, sparkling, I didn't even notice you...
[ He moves from the shelf. The likes can be cleaned any other time. He just hurt two children with his extinquisher... he feels so terrible and sets them careful on the table. While he then quickly snags a wash cloth and water. ]
[ Blues hisses again as he's picked up, and there come the tears. He stifles them as best as he can, rubbing at his eyes quickly and smudging it away. ]
I-I'm okay. I'm okay. It doesn't hurt that bad. More surprised than anything.
[ He rubs at his eyes again and sits up in Rung's hand, looking up at him with a weak and watery smile. ]
Nothing that Doctor Nickel can't fix I'm sure. Just a little synthetic melting.
[ He flexes his burnt hand in example. It's not pleasant to look at. The skin has melted together in gooey strings and it flexes weird and pulls in strange ways as he moves it. ] Oh that looks way worse than it feels. [ It also hurts way more when he moves it actually. Oh boy that hurts a lot. ]
Hey, lighter man, you're alright. Rung isn't gonna hurt you. You got dragged here by that cybertronian just like I did, no one here is mad at you. You don't gotta worry about gettin' in trouble from anyone here.
[Heatman goes utterly still when he's picked up again out of self defense, but then he's talked to gently and set down again, and-]
[And this is the first Cybertronian he's genuinely interacted with up close, and Heatman stares between him and the bot that's his size for a wide-opticed second or two before he slowly emerges the rest of the way from his box. Or at least... his arms and legs do. His head remains mostly hidden by his lid, barely poking out]
But I melted you, and- and- and now you're hurt, I know what my fires can do, Dr. Wily programmed me with projections and statistics and pictures...
And I didn't mean to burn your things, either... [He mumbles it up at the really big bot] I don't like breaking things most of the time, and- and I just got scared, I thought maybe-
[A sniff, but also he sits back down again after trailing off into silence. Now that he's used his powers, however unintentionally, his internal heat has started to skyrocket too, and he pants a little as he fans at his own face]
Oh sweet child. [ He says to heat, dabbing a wet cloth on him to clean up the foam. He's so careful and precise, its obvious why so many of his models and collection are so well maintained.
He looks at Blues. ]
If you're sure its not that bad... then if you're able, there is a little cut up cloth next to you you can use to wipe the foam off.... I'd offer to your little friend but I think his arms and body make him a little harder to tend to himself...
Oh sorry sorry... I shouldn't be over looking you like that, Sparkling. Is it okay if I help clean you off? [ His hand suddenly frozen there with the dabbing cloth hovered over his box top. ]
[Blues grabs the cloth near him and starts to carefully wipe off the foam. He is even more gentle with his burnt hand--he'll have to stop in and see Nickel for it--but at least it isn't too hard to wipe off. He's pretty sure he's been in worse stuff before. Mud. Swamps. Amazon jungles. You know, the usual.
He looks over at Heatman and frowns a little when he notices the panting.]
You got scared and lashed out. It happens. I'm not angry. Are you okay though? You look like you're running really warm and that ain't good for your internals.
[He pauses then, his brows climbing under his bangs.] Dr. Wily? You're a Wilybot?
[He blinks up at the much larger bot, having not anticipated the question at all. He's only a month old, and usually when his brothers had decided to do things for his physical benefit they just did it first and asked him later, if at all. It was a strange feeling, to be made aware of a boundary you hadn't even been aware was an option]
Um?
[He retracts slightly inside his box again as he thinks, then re-emerges when he's had a few seconds to think. He's found himself leaning into the careful touch anyway, so maybe...]
Yes? Yes, you can. Just um, be careful of the dial in the back? Don't turn it, please? It's important.
[His optics track to the bot he's burnt, and Heatman since again at seeing him, though the reassurance definitely helps]
If you're sure? I don't know, it- That's what happened last time I got scared, too, but people keep being nice, like Rock and mister Gold Arm...
[He then nods again without really thinking about it. He's been getting that, from time to time]
I never really like fighting until I decide I want to, but Dr. Wily, he-
[His mouth trembles, but this time it's against the force of his own coding threatening to silence him for being disrespectful about the doctor, so he changes what he was going to say at the last second] He knows best, so- so maybe I just need to get tougher. That way when I go back, I'm not such a- [Sniff] Such a crybaby anymore.
[He really was getting overheated and uncomfortable, but it would probably be fine. He wasn't comfortable asking either one of them to adjust his dial for him, but he'd gone most of his existence so far (his ENTIRE existence, technically) without knowing about it at all, so...]
[ Rung carefuly goes back to dabbing away the foam on the little AI. He does realize what the dial is and that he can avoid it quite easily. ]
Very well, now lets have a name from you. And Blues is right, you didn't mean any of this. Any of my models can be fixed but I can't remove the frights it gave you.
You just sit right there. And done, the foams all off you... [ That's concerning... what ever got stuck in the little bot's throat must truly bother him.]
Blues, can you explain what happened... how did you two end up in here.
[Blues frowns further and drops the rag he used so that he can scoot his way over to the Wilybot.] Hey. [Gentle, gentle. Quiet. Now that the Wilybot is clean, Blues reaches out with his already burnt hand--he figures it cant get more injured--and lightly pats the top of the Wilybot's lid. It stings, but he ignores it. He's had worse pain.]
I mean it, alright? You don't have to be scared here. Definitely not here with Rung. He's a good mech, one of the first ones I met when I got yanked on board. He means well. And there's nothing wrong with crying. Dr. Wily is just nuts.
[He hasn't interacted with Dr. Wily since he was first built but he knows enough. That little bit of interaction was enough when paired with the news. This Wilybot likely doesn't know anything else though. He turns his attention back to Rung then and nods.]
We got nabbed by a Cybertronian, someone that could use teleporting tech or... something like it. It didn't feel like a teleport like I've done before, but it was definitely a warp of some kind. I was walking down the hallway, minding my own business, and then they just scooped me up, brought me here, and dropped me off on that shelf. A minute later, they showed up with our little lighter friend and dropped him off too. [His mouth twists into a scowl.] I think they thought we were toys.
I-I'm Heatman. [It comes out a mumble, and he retreats back inside his box again while they talk until he hears that last part]
Aren't we, though? [He asks it between sniffles, even as he reaches out a hand of his own from his box to grasp onto the wrist of the one on his lid without looking] We're tools. We were never meant to be people. That's why crying is-
No, its not a waste of time, its a needed process to let out all that pent up emotion. [ A stern lightest tap to his top. ]
I will not hear that talk here, you are a person especially when you are here. Heatman I can tell you're a very young sparkling and you're already through so much. I'll try and make things smoothed out for you here.
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Action: Here and Gone again (Plus Blues but unwillingly)
Date: 2024-01-12 12:14 am (UTC)Much to his surprise he discovers one of the miniatures out and about and ambulatory! He must be a good citizen and return the miniature to it's rightful spot.
Despite the miniature's insistence that it, he, was NOT one, Skywarp plucks him up all the same and teleports from the hall to Rung's quarters and deposits him into one of the cute little playsets up on a nice high shelf. Then teleports out with a smile and a little wave.
In fact Rung must be loosing tract of his toys in an awful way because before long Skywarp finds ANOTHER one which he quickly picks up and brings back to the room as well, popping him onto the very same self. Well perhaps this one was the one he met playing hide and seek a little while ago but now the game has changed.
He vanishes again into golden mists.
He has done a good deed today. ]
HEY EXCUSE ME
Date: 2024-01-12 12:32 am (UTC)[Blues squirms and kicks up quite a fuss as he's manhandled away from what he was doing and then teleported. He hasn't used a teleport system in a long time but he still remembers the sensation. It was nothing like this. He did not like this.
He stumbles as he's put down on the shelf and spins around, shaking a fist at the Cybertronian that picked him up.]
I'm not a toy!
[And then before he knows it, a second robot master is dropped next to him. Blues reaches out as if to help steady the little guy and scowls at Skywarp.]
Excuse me! You can't just--!
[Aaaand the cybertronian was gone.]
What. The hell. Hey, are you okay?
[He turns to the smaller robot master then, frowning a little.]
OH BO OH GOSH OH NO
Date: 2024-01-12 12:39 am (UTC)Oh! Oh no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!
[Various small metal pieces and a nearby wax figure shaped like a robot that was just his size start to melt as he pokes his head out of his box, and upon seeing the horror show that is a melting wax face and a nice person getting set on fire that he did, Heat withdraws back into his box with a wail]
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Date: 2024-01-12 12:45 am (UTC)And crying...?
He's up with a start knocking over his books and sitting up trying to locate the sound of children wails.
Did someone come in seeking help.. Did he miss the door opening...
Then in a turn he looks at his shelf ans sees a flicker of fire about. ]
!!! Oh! [ He'll question nothing as he gets a small cannister fire extinquisher and sprays it without too much thought into the shelf in a panick...
Then realizes.. ]
BLUES!! My dear child I'm so sorry!! [ He's not yet noticed the lighter is a child as well. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 12:54 am (UTC)[ The moment the fire touches him, Blues hisses and jerks back. He stumbles a few steps, knocking into one of the other miniatures. It wobbles and he reaches to steady it, swearing under his breath, but it's quickly heating up just as fast under the force of the flames and there's a melting wax figure and the other robot master is wailing and--
Cold foam blasts him in the back and Blues goes head over heels, sprawling across the shelf and staring up at the one above him. The lighter is still crying. His head hurts. His arm and hand hurts. Oh hey look at that his synthetic skin melted on his hand. ]
Ow...?
[ He blinks a few times and then slaps his other hand against the shelf. He makes no move to get up yet. ]
Ow what the fuck!?
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:01 am (UTC)[Yes, the fire is put out, but his box is sent skipping and skidding back to hit the wall and bounce off it until he clatters onto his side. That, and the cursing, get his crying starting right back up again]
[One of his arms pokes out of the box just to clutch onto his lid and hold it shut]
Oh no oh no oh no oh no... Mister Gold Arm is gonna be mad please don't tell him I hurt anybody I'm sorry I'm sorry-!
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:07 am (UTC)I'm.. I'm so sorry little ones. Oh Blues, dear. How bad is it?
And you, sparkling, I didn't even notice you...
[ He moves from the shelf. The likes can be cleaned any other time. He just hurt two children with his extinquisher... he feels so terrible and sets them careful on the table. While he then quickly snags a wash cloth and water. ]
oh hey it's grandpa
Date: 2024-01-12 01:22 am (UTC)[ Blues hisses again as he's picked up, and there come the tears. He stifles them as best as he can, rubbing at his eyes quickly and smudging it away. ]
I-I'm okay. I'm okay. It doesn't hurt that bad. More surprised than anything.
[ He rubs at his eyes again and sits up in Rung's hand, looking up at him with a weak and watery smile. ]
Nothing that Doctor Nickel can't fix I'm sure. Just a little synthetic melting.
[ He flexes his burnt hand in example. It's not pleasant to look at. The skin has melted together in gooey strings and it flexes weird and pulls in strange ways as he moves it. ] Oh that looks way worse than it feels. [ It also hurts way more when he moves it actually. Oh boy that hurts a lot. ]
Hey, lighter man, you're alright. Rung isn't gonna hurt you. You got dragged here by that cybertronian just like I did, no one here is mad at you. You don't gotta worry about gettin' in trouble from anyone here.
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:36 am (UTC)[And this is the first Cybertronian he's genuinely interacted with up close, and Heatman stares between him and the bot that's his size for a wide-opticed second or two before he slowly emerges the rest of the way from his box. Or at least... his arms and legs do. His head remains mostly hidden by his lid, barely poking out]
But I melted you, and- and- and now you're hurt, I know what my fires can do, Dr. Wily programmed me with projections and statistics and pictures...
And I didn't mean to burn your things, either... [He mumbles it up at the really big bot] I don't like breaking things most of the time, and- and I just got scared, I thought maybe-
[A sniff, but also he sits back down again after trailing off into silence. Now that he's used his powers, however unintentionally, his internal heat has started to skyrocket too, and he pants a little as he fans at his own face]
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:43 am (UTC)He looks at Blues. ]
If you're sure its not that bad... then if you're able, there is a little cut up cloth next to you you can use to wipe the foam off.... I'd offer to your little friend but I think his arms and body make him a little harder to tend to himself...
Oh sorry sorry... I shouldn't be over looking you like that, Sparkling. Is it okay if I help clean you off? [ His hand suddenly frozen there with the dabbing cloth hovered over his box top. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:51 am (UTC)Yeah, yeah I've got it.
[Blues grabs the cloth near him and starts to carefully wipe off the foam. He is even more gentle with his burnt hand--he'll have to stop in and see Nickel for it--but at least it isn't too hard to wipe off. He's pretty sure he's been in worse stuff before. Mud. Swamps. Amazon jungles. You know, the usual.
He looks over at Heatman and frowns a little when he notices the panting.]
You got scared and lashed out. It happens. I'm not angry. Are you okay though? You look like you're running really warm and that ain't good for your internals.
[He pauses then, his brows climbing under his bangs.] Dr. Wily? You're a Wilybot?
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Date: 2024-01-12 03:46 am (UTC)Um?
[He retracts slightly inside his box again as he thinks, then re-emerges when he's had a few seconds to think. He's found himself leaning into the careful touch anyway, so maybe...]
Yes? Yes, you can. Just um, be careful of the dial in the back? Don't turn it, please? It's important.
[His optics track to the bot he's burnt, and Heatman since again at seeing him, though the reassurance definitely helps]
If you're sure? I don't know, it- That's what happened last time I got scared, too, but people keep being nice, like Rock and mister Gold Arm...
[He then nods again without really thinking about it. He's been getting that, from time to time]
I never really like fighting until I decide I want to, but Dr. Wily, he-
[His mouth trembles, but this time it's against the force of his own coding threatening to silence him for being disrespectful about the doctor, so he changes what he was going to say at the last second] He knows best, so- so maybe I just need to get tougher. That way when I go back, I'm not such a- [Sniff] Such a crybaby anymore.
[He really was getting overheated and uncomfortable, but it would probably be fine. He wasn't comfortable asking either one of them to adjust his dial for him, but he'd gone most of his existence so far (his ENTIRE existence, technically) without knowing about it at all, so...]
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Date: 2024-01-12 06:14 pm (UTC)Very well, now lets have a name from you. And Blues is right, you didn't mean any of this. Any of my models can be fixed but I can't remove the frights it gave you.
You just sit right there. And done, the foams all off you... [ That's concerning... what ever got stuck in the little bot's throat must truly bother him.]
Blues, can you explain what happened... how did you two end up in here.
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Date: 2024-01-12 07:29 pm (UTC)[Blues frowns further and drops the rag he used so that he can scoot his way over to the Wilybot.] Hey. [Gentle, gentle. Quiet. Now that the Wilybot is clean, Blues reaches out with his already burnt hand--he figures it cant get more injured--and lightly pats the top of the Wilybot's lid. It stings, but he ignores it. He's had worse pain.]
I mean it, alright? You don't have to be scared here. Definitely not here with Rung. He's a good mech, one of the first ones I met when I got yanked on board. He means well. And there's nothing wrong with crying. Dr. Wily is just nuts.
[He hasn't interacted with Dr. Wily since he was first built but he knows enough. That little bit of interaction was enough when paired with the news. This Wilybot likely doesn't know anything else though. He turns his attention back to Rung then and nods.]
We got nabbed by a Cybertronian, someone that could use teleporting tech or... something like it. It didn't feel like a teleport like I've done before, but it was definitely a warp of some kind. I was walking down the hallway, minding my own business, and then they just scooped me up, brought me here, and dropped me off on that shelf. A minute later, they showed up with our little lighter friend and dropped him off too. [His mouth twists into a scowl.] I think they thought we were toys.
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Date: 2024-01-12 09:38 pm (UTC)Aren't we, though? [He asks it between sniffles, even as he reaches out a hand of his own from his box to grasp onto the wrist of the one on his lid without looking] We're tools. We were never meant to be people. That's why crying is-
[Another sniff]
It's just a waste of everybody's time.
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Date: 2024-01-23 04:40 pm (UTC)I will not hear that talk here, you are a person especially when you are here. Heatman I can tell you're a very young sparkling and you're already through so much. I'll try and make things smoothed out for you here.