Ironhide (
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-12-03 11:09 am
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13th Transmission -- action -- [Backdated to the Event Start]
[Ironhide took one look at the little metal cuff dangling off of one big hand, and... promptly chewed on it. Hey, it was metal. He eats metal. More or less.]
[When that failed, he snarled at it, as if trying to intimidate it into submission. Again. A failure.]
[So, with nothing accomplished, the big Autobot stomped out to the tree he and Xanth rigged up as a punching bag. And that is where he can be found -- beating the tar out of the quintain.]
((ooc: Aara is flagged to be handcuffed. Anyone else is free to bother.))
[When that failed, he snarled at it, as if trying to intimidate it into submission. Again. A failure.]
[So, with nothing accomplished, the big Autobot stomped out to the tree he and Xanth rigged up as a punching bag. And that is where he can be found -- beating the tar out of the quintain.]
((ooc: Aara is flagged to be handcuffed. Anyone else is free to bother.))
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[Making her way outdoors, Aara began to wonder what would happen to her if she took angha form with the metal still wrapped around her wrist. That is--unfortunately--where she stumbled upon Ironhide beating the living tar out of a quintain. Brows rising, she edged closer, not realizing she might be sealing their fate.]
You are not upset with the tree, surely.
[Then Aara spotted the metal mixed among all his metal, and gasped, pointing with the hand that had its own metal cuff around it.]
You wear one, too!
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The cuff? Yeah. It is useless.
[It jangles and bangs against his wrist as he keeps going.]
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I wonder why we have them, then.
[She tugs at the metal a little more, but her attention is captured once again by the large robot's movements. She steps closer, curiosity getting the better of her.]
What is it you are doing?
[There must be a purpose for all the energy he's putting out, surely.]
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[If he's short with her, it's mostly because he hasn't been feeling particularly well lately. Everything aches, he wants nothing more than to recharge for days...]
[So instead, he's pounding the scrap out of the quintain.]
Working. Keeping the joints smooth.
[Except it's not really working. He pauses, and turns to glower at her.]
Did you want something?
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Can you teach me?
[She held her breath, waiting and watching. She didn't expect him to say yes, but... her hope was greater than she thought it would be.]
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[He turns slightly to look at her. Yes, he can train almost anyone. But... they were all soldiers. Or other Autobots.]
[She is neither.]
Why are you--
[And that's when the handcuffs click.]
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[Then their handcuffs clicked together, and Aara stares, frozen. She didn't think that was a good sign...]
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[This is the last straw.]
[He very nearly wrenches his arm away from her -- only to remember doing so would damage the human's frail framework. So instead, he rears his free hand back, and slams it hard against the tree with an outraged bellow.]
[The towering black bulk is pissed.]
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[It's a moment before she's able to find her voice. There is soft inflection in her tone.]
You did not harm me.
You did not harm me, and yet you could have.
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[He turns to her and glowers.]
Of course not! What do I look like, a Decepticon?
[No, he doesn't expect her to know what that means, and yes, he's still yelling.]
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What is a Decepticon?
[Maybe if she kept the conversation simple, he would calm down?]
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[He snarls again, shifting his weight. He wants to pace, to move, and he can't, if he's tied down to this organic.]
This needs to be removed. Now!