64th Transmission - Text

[heavyweaponsbot]

Weapons are back. My cannons remained... Going to test them topside.

Need some work done. On my armor.

[And that's all there is. There is a lot he doesn't say, a lot he hopes is going to be understood by those close to him. That if anyone needs him, they know where to find him. That he needs to do something, even now, when he doesn't think it'll do any good.

And that he needs to see someone in particular. Even if he still can't say it.]

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Climbing up one of the taller minigolf statues to get a better view, Mikey watches in awe as the cannon fire hurtles across the water. Those are AWESOME.

Even more, Ironhide isn't even flinching. This is the coolest thing ever.]

Those are. So. Cool!

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Now that does manage to get his attention. Ironhide fires one last shot from the plasma cannon, before lowering his arms and glancing Mike's way.]

How long have you been here?

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Like, three hours.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... You were not.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Was too.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He narrows his optics.}

... I do not believe that.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Dude, it's like a ninja thing.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[STILL LOOKS UNIMPRESSED.]

Uh huh.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[You get to deal with all Mikey's clinginess until his brothers have more attention for him, Ironhide.

He grins innocently.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just stares at him for a long minute, and then turns back to the rail to start shooting at nothing again.]

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Awww. Mikey's face falls.

He hops down from the statue and pads over closer to Ironhide to watch.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[When Mike gets closer, he stops, lowering his arms again.]

You should not be so close to the blasts.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mikey freezes.

Oh.

He can read between the lines, it's just that usually he's too much of an attention whore to acknowledge that someone wants him to leave. But this time, he thinks he gets it.]

'Kay. Have fun and stuff.

[And in a blink he's darted back down the stairs to see if he can find a brother to hassle.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just... stares. He moves to stop the turtle, reaching after him.]

Wait--

[But it's too late. He'd only meant to keep Mike out of the way of potential danger.]

... all right.

[He doesn't bother trying to shoot anymore. It feels like something is sitting on his spark, while he stands there, suddenly feeling more alone than ever.]