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silenceandpsych.livejournal.com) wrote in
randomplaces2008-05-24 09:29 pm
Entry tags:
Nexus; Blue's Bar; It suckeths having siblings
Silverbolt: *wanders over to the bar in Blue's and sits with his head on the counter*
Psych: *nursing high-grade* 'Sup.
Silverbolt: *mumble* ...sister....
Psych: Know the feelin'
Silverbolt: ...all three in different directions.....
Psych: *shudders* I only have one, thank Primus *slides cube of high-grad over*
Silverbolt: *lifts head slightly and looks at it* samesparked?
Psych: Twins You?
Silverbolt: like I say. Samesparked. It split five times
Psych: Quintuplets? Woah
Silverbolt: *quietly bonks head on counter*
Psych: Sooooo... high-grade?
Silverbolt: What is it?
Psych: High-grade energon? Good to get overcharged
Silverbolt: *intregued* You can do that? Why?
Psych: Because it's better than feeling your sister acting all cutesy with somebody
Silverbolt: *winces* Or swinging your brother out over a cliff
Psych: *snorts*
Silverbolt: Air Raid and Skydive are doing just that. *puts face in hands, then grabs the drink and downs it*
Psych: *snorts* Why?
Silverbolt: *drops the cube and flails slightly* So they could throw him further!
Psych: *fails* *busts up laughing*
Silverbolt: *groans and puts head down again*
Psych: *giggling* *was already kinda tipsy* Why're they throwin' him?
Silverbolt: For the fun of it... *small unhappy sound* And now he's barrelrolling
Psych: At least he can fly?
Silverbolt: urk....
Psych: Urk?
Silverbolt: They're going after him. And barrel rolling.
Psych: *waves a hand* Ah, they're just having a little fun
Silverbolt: Aiiii..... Hey... where's Fireflight? Ohhh... so that's where the overcharge went
NekoHitori: Psych: Hmm?
Silverbolt: She's... smoked
Psych: Smoked?
Silverbolt: Zapped? Singing about flying bunnies
Psych: Whaa?
Silverbolt: She's overcharged
Psych: *snorts* And she's flying?
Silverbolt: Thankfully, no
Psych: Oh. Well, what's she doin?
Silverbolt: She's sitting in Ratchet's lab... he's really giving her funny looks
Psych: Oooooo... The Hatchet's got her...
Silverbolt: The plane she was made from wasn't flight worthy, so he needs to fix her. I just didn't know she was there already
Psych: So how'd she get drunk?
Silverbolt: From what I just drank
Psych: Really?
Silverbolt: *turns and looks him in the optic, obviously totally sober*
Psych: ... No fair.
Silverbolt: I guess we're not totally split yet, or something
Psych: Hmmm... *uses bond to check on Gen*
Gen: *is currently nuzzling Cali*
Psych: Weird.
Silverbolt: *sighs and puts chin on fist as he starts mumbling again. apparently the sisters and brother who were flying have landed*
Psych: You don't act like you're used to the bond
Silverbolt: I'm not used to anything. Six hours ago I was a plane
Psych: *sputters* Six hours? *grabs back the high-grade* Gimme that!
Silverbolt: *nods and goes 0_o*
Psych: Why didn't you tell me you were just a kid?!
Silverbolt: Kid?
Psych: Kid, child, sparkling, youngin', whatever you wanna call it
Silverbolt: I'm new, but I'm not mentally inferior
Psych: Says the guy that got his sister drunk
Silverbolt: ....>_>
Psych: *air of 'told you so'*
Silverbolt: I'm still not a sparkling
Psych: You were just activated!
Silverbolt: And we've seen our first fight, too
Psych: Fight?!
Silverbolt: Yeah, you know, shoot at the Decepticons and don't get shot?
Psych: *does not compute* But... Six hours!
Silverbolt: *quizzical look*
*if Silverbolt looks closely, he should see a lack of faction symbols*
Silverbolt: *sees, but is too new to understand that it has any signifigance*
Psych: *is still mind-flailing* You're... But... Who's bright idea was that?!
Silverbolt: They attacked us, so we fought.
Psych: *still giving him a 0_0 look*
Silverbolt: What?
Psych: You could've ran!
Silverbolt: Great, and gotten shot in the back? It's bad enough Dieheard thinks I'm a lugnut!
Psych: But you didn't have any training! At all! Whatsoever!
Silverbolt: We knew what to do. And we won
Psych: ... *turns back to the bar* Fraggin' war...
Silverbolt: *just looks at him oddly for a few beats, but then takes the cube of low grade that Blue passes him and sips at it* So... you have a twin sister... any older brothers?
Psych: No. Just us.
Silverbolt: Ah. *stares moodily at his drink and resumes wincing*
Psych: Why'd you think I have any brothers?
Silverbolt: I was just wondering. Because we have one. And I don't think he likes me.
Psych: You do? Why?
Silverbolt: Why what?
Psych: Why do you think he doesn't like you?
Silverbolt: Oh. *looks down and frowns at his drink* He looked at me funny.
Psych: ... He looked at you funny. That's it?
Silverbolt: He wouldn't have looked at me like that if he didn't think I was some kind of misfire.
Psych: Hm... Well, who is he?
Silverbolt: Created by the same mech that used the Allspark fragment to create us... only he's made from Prime's spark and tech... he's a hero. His name's Diehard.
Psych: *snooooooorts*
Silverbolt: *scowl* You want to take that energon through the wrong port, buddy?
Psych: Diehard? *starts giggling*
Silverbolt: *scowl turns to confusion* Yeah.
Psych: *giggle giggle* He's... *snort* named after a freakin' movie! *giggle*
Silverbolt: Huh?
Psych: *is now leaning on the bar, giggling madly*
Silverbolt: If that's overcharged... I don't want to play.
Psych: *sneeeeeeeerk*
Silverbolt: *suddenly looks up, over Psych's shoulder, and then snaps to attention*
Deep, rather familiar voice from behind Psych: Is there a problem, Silverbolt?
Silverbolt: No, sir.
Psych: *is still giggling, though is winding down*
*beeeg finger rests on his shoulder as that voice asks with good natured sternness* Do you have a problem with my brother?
Psych: Hee hee. Not at all *snerk* Diehard, was it?
Diehard: *pause, and then quizzically* Yes?
Psych: *starts giggling again*
Blue: *walks by and takes his last drink away from him*
Psych: Hey... *pouts*
Diehard: Are you going to share the joke?
Psych: Oo! Oo! Say "yippi ki yay, @#%$%@"!
Diehard: .... I'd rather not.
Silverbolt: 0_o
Psych: Come on...
Diehard: *frowns at him*
Psych: Some Bruce Willis you are...
Diehard: *hits the wifi for a reference* *brows lift* Ah.....
Silverbolt: Sir?
Diehard: *shares the data*
Silverbolt: 0_0
Psych: Saaaaaaay iiiiiiiiiiit...
Diehard: I don't use profanity.
Psych: *smirks* Well, why the #$%$#%#@ not?
Diehard: Personal choice.
Silverbolt: Wait... Ironhide watches that stuff!
Psych: He would
Diehard: So that's why he said what he did to Menasor today.
Silverbolt: I think so.
Psych: Oh, did he say that you were a Bruce Willis man?
Diehard: No, he used he quote that you asked me to say.
Silverbolt: Just before Menasor blew him into the next county.
Psych: *snooooooooooooooorts*
Silverbolt: And then Superion blew him into five counties.
Psych: *is still laughing at the Ironhide part*
Gen: *slinks into Blue's and makes her way over to Psych*
Diehard: *looks at the laughing mech, then turns and puts a hand on his brother's back* Are you ready to come home now? *notices the femme and gives her a polite nod, but then turns back to Silverbolt. It's pretty obvious that Silverbolt misread that look. Diehard likes his younger brother just fine.*
Gen: *nips Psych in the ankles; time to go, drunky*
Silverbolt: *looks up at Diehard with a bit of surprise at his tone, but then looks at the little green feline femme and back to Psych* You must be his sister. My condolances.
Diehard: 0_o
Gen: Mreeeeeew.
Psych: Hey... No fair with the bitey.
Diehard: *is now looking at brother funny, but then turns back to Gen himself* Do you need any help, Miss?
Gen: *another nip on Psych's other ankle*
Psych: All right, all right, I'm goin'. *makes to stand*
Gen: Mrow. *got it covered*
Diehard: Alright. *slight smile, then turns back to Silverbolt* Come on, before you get any of the rest of the gestalt overcharged.
Silverbolt: *sheepish as he hovers up from his stool* Yes, sir.
Psych: *half-hearted wave* Later, dude
Silverbolt: *nods to him and then he and Diehard turn toward the door, only to stop as Diehard freezes and looks down at himself with wide-eyed dismay* What is it?
Diehard: Do you see her?
Silverbolt: *blinks, then blinks again and starts looking at him closely, checking under the overhanging bits of his armor* Bumblebee?
Diehard: Yes! I just heard her squeak!
Gen: Mrow? *walks over to sniff*
Diehard: *trying to sense that tiny life next to his own* Bumblebee? Say something so we can find you? I can't have crushed her.... *his voice shakes slightly*
Gen: *sniff sniff listen listen*
*teeny tiniest of little squeaks from under the edge of a plate on Diehard's back*
Silverbolt: *checking under his brother's leg armor*
Diehard: *frozen, afraid to move and praying very hard*
Gen: *jumps onto Silverbolts back* *sniff sniff* Mow?
Silverbolt: *startles and turns his head to look at her* Yes?
Gen: *bats at Diehard's back with a paw; under there*
Silverbolt: *flies up in the way she indicated, then glances back for further directions*
Gen: Maow. *listen listen*
Bumblebee: *silent now as she slips into recharge, though her little mouth is busy with her thumb*
Gen: *sniff sniff* *bats back again; there*
Psych: *is watching*
Silverbolt: *pokes his fingers under there, trying to feel*
Bumblebee: *notices* Squeak!
Diehard: *low gasp*
Gen: Mrr!
Bumblebee: Squeak?
Psych: Methinks you found her
Silverbolt: But I can't reach her... how did she get in there?
Diehard: *wishes he knew*
Gen: Mrow? *take off the back armor?*
Silverbolt: *turns automatically to her twin* What did she say, Psych?
Psych: Try taking off his back armor. If you can poke her, she can't be too deep
Silverbolt: Diehard?
Diehard: Do it.
Silverbolt: *looks at it closely* How?
Psych: There oughtta be some sorta panel you can remove
Silverbolt: Okay... but I don't think I have the data I need....
Blue: *hops up on the bar with a sonic screwdriver in hand* Move, kid. That one?
Gen: *bats the panel*
Blue: *waits for Silverbolt to move and then removes it carefully, only to let it and the screwdriver fall as she catches the tiny, rather greasy, chibi.* Wow... you're nearly as little as Tradeoff's Sewercons.
Bumblebee: *sleeepy eyes*
Gen: *jumps off Silverbolt*
Bumblebee: *Sees her and recognizes her and starts flailing and waving and squeaaaaaling!*
Blue: Wow!
Gen: Mow?
Psych: *waves* Hiya, Bee!
Blue: Somebody take this and hand me back the panel and my screwdriver?
Diehard: *looks over his shoulder with surprise* You know her?
Silverbolt: *does as Blue asked, only Bee starts to cry, which makes him go 0_o()*
Gen: *trots back, jumps up, and sniffs at Bee*
Bumblebee: *faceglomps Gen*
Diehard: ... she seems to know you.
Gen: Mrooooow! 0_0
Bumblebee: *pickame pickame pickame pickame....*
Gen: *kitty nibble kiss*
Bumblebee: *pickameeeeeeee!*
Diehard: *reaches around and does so, only to wince as the bittybot starts to wail* We'd better get her back to Dreadnought and Jazz.
Gen: *one more kitty kiss, then jumps down*
Diehard: *holds the wee one near his spark as he looks at Psych* You know Bumblebee? *turning to go as he asks*
Psych: Yep
Diehard: Ah. *decides to ask Jazz and Dreadnought* Well, thank you for helping us rescue her.
Silverbolt: *wincing* Sir, let's just get her back. If they know her they won't mind. Really.
Diehard: *grins at him slightly and nods to Gen, then goes*
Gen: Maow! *bye!*
Psych: *waves* Later
Blue: So, who's paying the tab?
