6th Transmission - Audio / Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

-- Eugh! Filthy... wretched...! Off me!

[Well. Anyone who was wondering where the hell Ironhide went off to, look no further for your answer. There are crashing sounds as the big Autobot tears his way out of the jungle. Underbrush is trampled, trees actually punched -- despite the fact that it doesn't really help matters.]

Where is that energon...

[He does sound displeased, more so than usual. Tramping around the jungle, getting stuck, and deprived of fuel for a long while doesn't do wonders for the old 'Bot's temper. And the rain isn't helping matters.]

I hate this place.

Comments

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

It's behind the forge, robot.

[GOSH, Ironhide!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am aware.

It was rhetorical.

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

Good. I was worried I might have to hold your hand and lead you to it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Eugh.

Rather file my fingers off.

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure someone could arrange that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Why am I not surprised you would suggest that.

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

[THAT WAS A TEENAGED BOY YOU ALMOST TRAMPLED 'HIDE.]

An excuse me would've been nice you know!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[At least this one doesn't have a pet rodent -- oh wait.]

... You were in no danger.

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

[Of course he wasn't! He has amazing spider powers. I mean...what.]

Uh huh. So do you normally stomp around like a bulldozer or is today a special occasion?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide grunts, and peels something green and plant-like out of his shoulder joint.]

Special occasion.

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

[Riiight.]

Well what's the haps, Tin Man? Somebody steal your oil can?

[heavyweaponsbot]

There is no tin in my construction...

[Ironhide isn't really up to date with all the cultural references.]

No. I have damage and my medic is not here. This wet is going to make me rust.

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Didn't realize you were tin-phobic.

[Whatever.]

What kind of damage? I'm not a mechanic, but I might be able to help you.

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

Really? I rather like it. The rain is nice, and no one is trying to kill me here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is getting in my joints.

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

Then cover your joints. Whatever you mean by that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Does not work like that.

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

Well then you're out of luck, then.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You are so helpful.

.... do you mind if I tag you late because I can't pass this up

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[So Fluttershy is going about her business trying to count the birds around here and OH MY GOD IT'S A BIG THING CRASHING THROUGH THE JUNGLE GROWLING. With Ironhide's metal exterior, he bears a passing resemblance to a small dragon, and his actions don't help rectify that impression.

With a squeal of terror and blur of yellow, she jumps into the bushes and hides.]

... oh my god this is like my childhood. *___*

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He continues to swat at his armor, pulling out bits of sticking vegetation, and swearing in Cybertronian...

But then there's movement. Sound. His head snaps around, and he just barely catches the yellow blur.

He blinks.]

Eh... what...?

[What was that?]

i know huh 8D

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Fluttershy's really bad at hiding. She mewls.]

IT'S AMAZING

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stares toward the bush. And then...

Pokes it. With a toe.]

AMAZING AND AWESOME

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

EEEK!

[Fluttershy startles backwards, wings flapping in panic - straight into a tree, knocking her head against the trunk. Falling down, she lands on her butt and holds her head between her hooves.]

Owwie...

[Hey Ironhide, ever seen a small yellow pegasus with pink hair?]

YES.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide... just stares. At first, he's not at all sure what he's seeing. And then it... seems to be some kind of tiny horse.

A tiny... talking horse.

With wings.

His expression turns into a sort of scowl.]

What is this?