Nexus. The Black Dog. So A Guy Walks Into A Bar...

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...with a talking tiger cub supported by one arm and an eeny tiny 'bot cradled in the other. He's moving in about the way that your average medical Bot would if attempting to carry a human infant: that is, very very very carefully and with a slight look of "eek" on his face. "Hang in there, little guy. If anything, we can get you fed here."

"Wooooooow, there are lots and lots of robots here!" Junior wiggles with excitement, voice gleeful. "That's so awesome!"

"This is a Cybertronian bar, Junior. Around here we're like Hobbits at that Human inn. Now remember your promise. No getting underfoot. You gotta stay near me."

"Uhkay."

Daimon is careful to stay out of the path of the larger patrons as he looks around for someone he knows.

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Megatron finds himself snuggling, though he doesn't really understand the action. One small hand closes over a handful of Daimon's shirt as he looks around at all the massive bots, and then he gasps and hides his face against the organic as a white bayformer femme with friendly blue optics comes to kneel in front of them. "Are you here to refuel?"

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"It's OK. It's all right. You're safer than you think." After all, it's your OWN faction that was being urged to kill off their cutelings. I doubt the Autobots are inclined, even toward an enemy. "Hullo!" Daimon's in Dad mode, and cradles the littles a bit closer as he feels the bittybot tense. "Um...well...that would be a start, yes. I don't suppose that you have energon in reall, really tiny vessels?" He lets the femme have a glimpse of eensy metallic squee.

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Archiva's optics widen slightly as she realizes what the tiny spark she'd been reading is. "Ohhhh, a chibi? Or a sparklet? Does he need a bottle? And would you like to sit on the bar or under the plants in the corner?"

There is someone young and furry up on the bar, though a good deal bigger than Junior and Megatron. He's watching the other fuzzy though, with curious blue optics.

Yes, that's the black dog of the sign.

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"I...think...he's a chibi. But he's tinier than I've ever seen. I think he literally just got reprogrammed and...um...I'm still a noob to all things Cybertronian." He offers a sheepish grin.

"Oo! O! Dad! Dad! They have a puppy! Can we sit at the bar, Dad? Can we?" Junior wiggles so excitedly that poor Daimon nearly drops him.

"OK, ok, I guess on the bar is good." He pauses to check on His Bittyness, and then follows the Femme to a seat.

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"He's not really a puppy. That's the boss's creation." She leads him over, then stoops and offers him a hand up as Pooka trots over and looks over the edge.

"Hey," he says in a child's voice, those bright optics on Junior. "Do you wanna play?"

And Megatron is just being very very quiet as he clings to Daimon and hides. No bitty here, nope.

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"That's ok, I'm not really a tiger cub!" Junior squiggles free, hops into the femme's palm and then scrambles onto the bar top to sniff noses with Pooka. "Hi! Okay, that sounds good. I was gonna play with the little guy but I think he needs to calm down first."

Daimon nods as he climbs up as well, cradling the former genocidal dictator carefully. "Take it easy. We'll get you something to drink and give you a chance to get used to the place."

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Pooka does the nose sniff, but then gives Junior a slurp right across the face. "Yay!"

"Remember," says a dark green bayformer femme with optics the colour of dried blood. "He's even more organic than you. Don't feed him energon. Or calcien. Or silicon."

"Yes, Mama." Pooka wags his tail.

There's a very slight nod from Megatron, and he dares a peek, then pauses and frowns at that green femme behind the bar, trying to figure out who she reminds him of.

Nemesis, for her part, listens to what Archiva tells her, and then mixes a mild energon and calcien mixture sweetened with a little carbon. Pouring it carefully into a cup with a lid and a spout, she sets it on one of the human-sized tables that are parked on the bar.

"What about you?" she asks Daimon.

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See pure unadulterated adorable Megatron glee as he carefully accepts the pretty toy and examines it. "Am I a child?"

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"Sort of. You have been...returned to what my spiritual friend Ezra would call 'a state of grace'. You cannot harm anyone, and yet no virtuous person could stand by and allow you to be harmed. And you're cute, which conveys certain advantages.

"You may be feeling a little clumsy in your body, but your mind may find it many times easier to learn things than an adult."

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"Ah whoops." The bitty looks down mournfully at the brolly that is now under the table as his shaky hand betrays him and drops it.

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"Oh, don't worry, I'll have Belle get that." The tiny pony has been napping in his hair again. **Mind, dear?**

Kay! She buzzes down, grabs it in her teeth and brings it back for the bittybot.

"In a way, I envy you. Many people long for a second chance at having everything be new and fascinating again."

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Adoring gaze toward the colourful little pony as he accepts the brolly back with thanks. But then he tears his optics away and looks up to Daimon. "But things are frightening, too."

Over on the other end of the bar, Nemesis has her own fuzzy by the scruff and is offering a hand to Junior so that she can set them and their drinks on the floor behind the bar.

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Belle settles down near Megs, and refolds her wings, letting out a cheery little whistle.

"I'm sorry about the frightening part. But I am afraid that that is your karma, and is something I can't shield you from much. Things will become less scary as you meet more kind people. Not everyone is antagonistic, or out only for themselves."

"Thanks Ma'am! Wow, that must be what a hamster feels like," Junior comments as he hops down from the femme's palm.

Karma indeed, Daimon thinks as he watches them.

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Blackout lets Megatron take the cup, then blinks, her frown turning to surprise as he turns those big optics up to her. She gazes at him for a moment, then gives Daimon a suspicious look as though expecting him to be laughing at her as she closes her hand protectively around the tiny mech and holds him close to her chest. "I should bring him home."

"You can't?" Said yellow femme spark appears, looking surprised.

"You can't?" Pooka stops yapping and looks at Junior with surprise.


((you were talking about chibi-ing Megatron?))

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Daimon shrugs with a little smile. "See? Kinda scary how much squee this guy's packing. Oh. Belle?"

The little horse buzzes up the considerable height of Blackout to give Megs's brella back to him. Daimon watches them, keeping his conflicted feelings to himself.

Junior blinkies, and then runs in a circle in excitement. "Now I can! Hi hi!"


((It was months ago, but recently enough to give Daimon a shot of WTF. *giggle*))

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Blackout allows the tiny construct to give the toy to her miniature master. Then she gently strokes Megatron's tiny back with a finger before once more holding him close as she helps him with his cup. Finally bracing the container against a finger of the hand that's holding him, she reaches into storage and throws several credit chits down on the counter by Daimon.

"That's all for him," she tells Nemesis, then gives the organic a look that mingles thanks with suspicion before turning and walking out.

Bumblebee goes to one knee and holds out her hands toward the fuzzies, reading to scratch and cuddle.


((...I should introduce bittyG1Megs to Daimon sometime. Little guy's innocent, cute, and homicidal.))

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Daimon sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the table. I should have turned him over to the Autobots. He might be adorable now, but he's got a list of war crimes longer than Hitler's. But I just...couldn't.

"Ee!" Giant robots AND cuddles? Yeah, Junior likes this place. He bounds over.


((O_o cute, cuddly and homicidal? Almost like a Jhonen Vasquez character....))

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"You did the right thing," rumbles a deep, hard-edged voice as someone suddenly appears with a swish and a slight flash by his table. "Thanks."


((He's tried beating bittyMotormaster's head in a few times; goes after feet with wrenches. But he's very protective of bittyShockwave.))

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"I did?" Daimon looks up tiredly, glancing now and again at his cub out of habit.


((XD))

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"Very serious and earnest. A white hat all the way through, though he's still got that infamous temper."

"It's a bar," says Pooka, noticing his own waggy tail and trying to bite it. "You can come anytime it's open and your dad brings you."

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"Sounds like my partner." A soft chuckle. "I should bring her here sometime. She has a dear friend whom I believe drinks here a lot. Medic, formerly Mostly Dead?"

Junior looks over at Dad while leaning into pettings. Dad...pettings (and giggling at Pooka). Dad...pettings.

"I'll ask him later then!"

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"No. I don't remember seeing him here. But there's a dead former medic that haunts the place sometimes. And a few live medics." Charlie quirks a bit of a grin at the chuckle and the feelings he can pick up that go with it.

Bumblebee chuckles at the little cat and scritches him some more. ^_^

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"Do you think it'll freak the Cybertronians out to have more of us midgets wandering around here regularly?" Daimon winks, but it's a legitimate question.

Junior is eventually persuaded to Present Belleh, not as quickly as your average pup perhaps. He tries to velvet-paw-grab Bee's hand.

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"A few of the Decepticons might give you odd looks, including the regular Blackout. But most won't care. There are a lot of Cybertronians who are our size and smaller."

Says one big guy to another.

Bumblebee lets him catch her, then hand-wrestles with him gently as she softly plays the recording of a puppy growling playfully.

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"Right, well, I never mind funny looks; I tend to generate them with my own behavior all the time. Or the fact that I've got some of my homezoo with me, or Junior.

"By the way, you want to come for barbecue sometime? Weather's getting nice again."

Junior giggles like a little boy even while he's (gingerly) nomming fingers.