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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 15:46:44 GMT -5
"Easy now, 'Feuer. Just doing what it was created to do. How would you feel if you were destroyed for what you were made to do?"
He gave the other a devilish look. ”Thought it was my turn ta’ ask a question, Mistah T. Ta’ be honest though I wouldn’t care if I got destroyed for doin’ what I was made ta’ do. Means goin’ out ina explosion which is the best way ta’ go. ‘Sides, gotta be something better after death. Or mayhap it’ll just get me outta this place, bit o’ relief, y’know?”
Feuer quit his rambling, deciding that talking to some random bot about this was not the best way to do things. He had another dilemma anyway. Now he had to ask two questions. At least in his mind he did, Feuer wasn’t too sure how the other would react to him counting the attempting to calm him as a question.
Well he already answered it. So it counted.
”Rightio then. Why do you giggle so much?” Because the giggling was starting to make Feuer stand on edge, even if he originally felt somewhat comfortable around the mech. ”And why Earth?"
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 16:06:54 GMT -5
Or mayhap it’ll just get me outta this place, bit o’ relief, y’know?”
"I know." He understood, of course. If Solarfeuer was the same way about his bombs the same way he was about racing, then of course he knew. ”Rightio then. Why do you giggle so much?”
"Well... I giggle so much because..." Why did he giggle so much? He had to think about this. Was it because he was so happy? No. He was never really happy in the first place. Wait. That was it. "Because I try to be happy even though I'm not. Because I have this crazy idea that maybe the all the giggling, the laughing, then teasing will somehow make me happy. But, y'know, whatever. Crazy says as crazy goes, right?" Yeah, right. He drawled, and the lie detector said nothing... for a moment. Finally, after downloading this information, it said "Truth" so innocently that Thunderstruck gawked at it for a moment, the device sitting comfortably in Solarfeuer's hand.
And why Earth?
Why earth indeed... The voice whispered, and Thunderstruck didn't even flicker an optic as he said "The racing was dying out on Cybertron. I'm sure you heard it all over the news. Or maybe not. They started closing down race tracks, and everyone just lost interest in racing. I think the war was starting to take it's toll on them. Anyways, I came to earth because it had racing. Illegal, legal, what's the difference? It's all the same to me. Just need... to race, y'know? You know how you are with your explosives? 'Cause, y'know, I saw you ogling that explosion earlier-- just a little. Well, I'm like that with racing. Gotta have it.."
Once again, the lie detector said Truth, and his lip twitched, but he said nothing. "My turn. Why are you a neutral?" He asked, leaning back against the jagged stump of the broken tree, this time grateful there was nothing left to break.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 16:47:02 GMT -5
“Crazy says as crazy goes, right?"
His hand tightened on the device as it spoke in that soft voice, telling him that T was completely and utterly serious. Interestingly enough, Feuer found himself agreeing with the other. Forcing yourself to do something in hopes that you would become something sounded an awful lot like how he used to act. It brought back memories, that it did, and Feuer almost missed T’s answer to the next question.
He could hear each emotion in the other mech’s voice as he spoke of the end of racing back on Cybertron. Feuer felt extremely out of the loop then, having not been to his home planet in so damn long. In fact, the last time he saw it the war had just started and he had been running from recruiters and academies. His optics dimmed and fingers gripped the lie detector tighter. A soft gasp escaped him when the device bleeped and truth flew out of it like an escaping bird.
Feuer put the object down. ”Mm, I know exactly how ya’ feel. You’re right about the whole explosives thing; don’t know what I’d do with out ‘em. Probably have died long before ‘cause there ain’t nothin’ else worth doin’ in life.” His words trailed off as he finished speaking and counted back on how many questions they had asked. Only three each, which meant a lot more before he could figure out the others name.
"My turn. Why are you a neutral?"
”’Cause it means I don’t gotta care for things. Let’s me live my life as a bot with no strings, free as a bird the fleshies say.” The device hesitated before it let out a reluctant truth and Feuer smiled. ”What about racing makes it that way for ya’?”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 16:56:25 GMT -5
”’Cause it means I don’t gotta care for things. Let’s me live my life as a bot with no strings, free as a bird the fleshies say.”
Thunderstruck nodded in understanding before smiling-- just the slightest, at Solarfeuer. It seemed honest enough, though Thunderstruck felt like he was hiding something. With a shrug, the racer thought none of my business.
”What about racing makes it that way for ya’?”
Thunderstruck shifted slightly, bending his legs so he could rest his chin on his knees, letting out a soft hmm. "That... it's not the thrill. It's not the speed. It's... like flying. I've always wanted to fly. Couldn't, though, because they had "standards", and that Autobots weren't suppose to fly. Don't like being judged, y'know? So I kept to the wheels instead. It makes me feel better. Sorta.. calms me. Washes the stress of war away. Even though you're moving over 200 miles an hour, somehow it just makes me live it on my own terms without having anyone bother me."
A soft, awww came from the device, and Thunderstruck scowled at it. "Shut it."
With a giggle, the lie detector said "truth".
"So... ah. What type of explosives do you make?" Thunderstruck asked, slightly intrigued.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 17:25:05 GMT -5
As T spoke Feuer shifted, moving from his previous sitting up position so that he was splayed across the ground, tilting his head to the side so he could watch the other as he spoke. A finger made circles in a pile of ash from what he assumed used to be a tree Feuer wondered why the hell no one had come to check things out yet. Maybe they were still worried that a fight was going on. Or perhaps the other ‘bots were busy.
Feuer chuckled at the device’s response to T’s answer. The machine was definitely going to get on both of their last nerves by the end of this little game, but they could still have fun with it before one of them crushed it.
"So... ah. What type of explosives do you make?"
The orange mech shot up slightly, resting his upper body on his arm at the mention of explosives. His eyes wide, Feuer rambling incoherently on the finer aspects of each and every explosive he could think of for a few solid minutes before he shut his mouth and grinned sheepishly at the other. ”My bad,” he snorted. ”Anyway I make all types o’ explosives. Big ones which I’ll occasionally trade off to someone who needs a few for their side, little ones that I keep for myself and explode when I’m feelin’ down. And ones like the one I just used on ya’. Those be special ones, not fer anyone else because they’re just so damn deadly if used wrong. I think m’the only one who knows how ta’ use ‘em without killin’ someone, for sure. And yet I still ended up with some shrapnel in me, s’really stupid.”
He cut himself off after that, not wanting to bore the other mech. Now to think of another question… he really needed to stop drawing blanks. ”So… got any family?”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 17:51:30 GMT -5
And yet I still ended up with some shrapnel in me, s’really stupid.”
Thunderstruck smiled a little, though it was shaky. The memory of the shrapnel in Solarfeuer's side made him shudder, just the slightest. ”So… got any family?”
"Yes and no." He said mysteriously, burying his face into his knees with a sigh. A voice slipped in it's two cents with a "Sorry, honey. Try again!" and he scowled, lifting his head to glare at the lie detector. "I liked you better when you didn't have an attitude. He received no response. Then with a sigh, he added "I have a family-- well, had a family. They're dead now. Little sister and a creator. Nuff' said." Thunderstruck shrugged it off and grinned, though the expression didn't quite reach his optics.
A soft Truth was heard.
"Onto a happier subject, Thunderstruck said, "Let's limit the number of questions to five. We're wasting daylight." Then a period of silence went by, then Thunderstruck said
"...I have no idea what to ask." He said sheepishly, ducking his head behind his knees, grinning widely. "..But, er, you got a girl, 'Feuer?" He asked, lifting his head again, then craning it back to look at the sky and it's fluffy white clouds.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 19:21:13 GMT -5
Whatever cheerful mood he had been put in by his rant on explosives fizzled out like a dud by the mention of T’s departed family members. Feuer himself never had any siblings. And while he hadn’t been home in a while he still felt it in his spark that his creators were online and kicking.
”Oh don’t be foolin’ yourself,” came the soft whisper in reply as T finished speaking. The machine pinged truth this time but Feuer had come to realize that the other mech had no intention of lying during this game. The device was just an annoying reminder now that the depressing words they shared really were true.
”Sure,” he said with a slight shrug at the suggestion to cut down the question limit. He’d learn the others name sooner that way, so there was no issue on his part. Then silence over took the two bots and Feuer was free to his thoughts, only to be pulled out by a question he never expected.
"..But, er, you got a girl, 'Feuer?"
He gave a dry laugh before responding. ”Don’t know if ya’ noticed yet, T, but I ain’t exactly the type o’ bot to go around makin’ ties like that. Carin’ ‘bout others just ain’t in my programming, y’see. Keeps me down when I could be out there doin’ things worth doin’.”
They each had just one question left now. There was no way he was going to waste it on something stupid, Feuer wanted one last look into the others thought process. ”Why’ja ask ta’ play the game, ya’ got nothing better ta’ do then chat it up with random bots who tried ta’ kill ya’?”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 19:33:03 GMT -5
”Why’ja ask ta’ play the game, ya’ got nothing better ta’ do then chat it up with random bots who tried ta’ kill ya’?”
"Because, even though you tried to "kill" me doesn't exactly stop me from asking a few questions." It was the truth, too, but not all of it. But then again, he didn't have to say all of it, now did he? There weren't any rules about that, as far as Thunderstruck recalled.
"Why do you want to know my name? You're not desperate, I can tell, but you don't seem interested either. So, why?" He asked,
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 19:42:21 GMT -5
Yeah, he wasn’t going to bother seeing the logic behind the other mech’s words. Wanting to ask a killer (he’d say would be, but Feuer had killed his fair share) ‘a few questions’ seemed almost an insane thing to do. Perhaps the other really was crazy. Or maybe he had some sort of twisted logic that made sense in some way.
"Why do you want to know my name? You're not desperate, I can tell, but you don't seem interested either. So, why?"
That was a good question. Feuer snorted, pushing himself up from the laying position he was in so he rested against the tree once more. ”It’s simple. I told ya’ mine and all ya’ gave me in return was a letter. Now I wanna know whatcha full name is because it’ll bug me.”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 19:58:01 GMT -5
Now I wanna know whatcha full name is because it’ll bug me.
"Well, too bad." He said simply, standing up and dusting the dirt of his knees. "You're just gonna have to let it bug you for the rest of your life, 'cause you, my friend, have just been denied!" He grinned widely, showing his pearly white teeth for what seemed like the fourth time that day.
"But y'know, I will tell you my secret, 'cause you deserve it for putting up with me". He suddenly said, titling his head to the side like a owl. "Like I said before, I wasn't a autobot, nor was a 'con. Thing is, though, I wasn't a neutral, either." He stated, lip twitching.
"I'm sure you can figure the rest out, somehow. If not, I'm sure you can just "borrow" a few Autobot data logs, neh?" He said, giggling a little. "Anyway, I don't need to hear your secret, just in case you wanted to know." He added, and then said "Well, seeing as I have nothing left to do with you, I'll be taking this back." He said, nodding his head toward the lie detector and taking a step forward.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 22:23:54 GMT -5
”Ok,” Feuer chirped, kicking the annoying lie detector at the other mech. His face held no emotion of what he thought about the whole thing. There was no evidence that he was disappointed or pissed off. There was no trace of him being curious toward the other bot’s history. A small smile is all there was.
Truthfully yes, Feuer was ticked off at the other. He had sat through the stupid games and bled his spark out a little more than he was comfortable with. The only thing he had to show for it? A strange, sooty covered mech who went by a letter and seemed to have a mysterious past. All in all it sounded like the love interest of a cheesy human romantic novel, like the little ones Feuer saw when he passed by a drug store.
Idly the orange mech brushed off the grime that marked his armor, making a note to swing through one of the ‘car washes’ humans had soon. Ingenious, really, he thought. A quick tunnel that blasted water and something that smelled good (‘soap’, it was called) and got rid of all the day’s muck.
Before he transformed Feuer wondered if he should actually say anything. But there really was nothing to say in his mind. ”Bye” was the only thing he could think of before he bent down and felt the familiar process of changing back into a vehicle. His engine purred gently as he turned and began driving away from the patch of dead park.
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Post by Slug on Aug 15, 2009 1:27:57 GMT -5
Ok
He was no fool. He could see right through that smile of Solarfeuer's. It wasn't so hard to do, seeing as Thunderstruck did the same thing. Put on a smile, and everyone think's you're A-Okay. But sometimes Thunderstruck wondered if it was really worth it...
Bye
Thunderstruck grinned as he watched the other drive away, then said "You look all cute when you're annoyed, y'know that?" And picked the device. Then he realized, with a scowl, it was damaged from Solarfeuer's kick.
"An eye for an eye, eh?" He muttered, shooting a last glance at Solarfeuer's scratched front before he turned away. Then he giggled. Just a little.
"Thunderstruck, dat boy was Thunderstruck~ Couldn't stop his starrrrrin'~!" He sang before strolling off, tossing the damaged lie detector in the air.
Truth~! It coughed in mid air, voice crackling with static. then fell silently into the racer's palm before he idly wondered "Where oh where is thy nearest gas station?" --x
ooc: e.e In the goodness of Thunderstruck's my heart, I had to post thisss. -shot-
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 15, 2009 11:16:03 GMT -5
He tried to ignore the other mech as he drove off, Feuer really did. He turned on the radio and had it blaring the first song that it hit (which led to a very annoying bout of screaming and wailing, Feuer wondered how one could like that type of music). He might have considered turning his audio receptors off but since he was driving that option was turned down right away. He needed to be alert when driving.
It was a shame he ended up hearing the other.
There was no way he was cute when he was annoyed. Madness.
He did feel better when he realized that his kick had damaged the lie detector. Fair revenge for playing that game for no reason. And yes, he silently agreed. An eye for an eye. As the other began to sing Feuer just couldn’t take being near him and floored it, pulling out of the park at a speed that probably wasn’t safe. He just hoped that the fleshies would be smart enough to avoid the speeding orange car.
To his dismay Feuer found himself searching the radio stations across the world for whatever song the other had been singing. And while he knew there was a slim chance that the song would be playing, he still tried. In the middle of his searching (he had come really close and almost whooped when he heard Thunderstruck come off of some rock station) Feuer realized something. The lie detector had said truth. It may have been busted but… it hadn’t denied what the other mech had said.
His holoform grinned.
ooc| and so marks the end of this role play ~
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