10th Transmission - Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Today finds Ironhide prowling the temple grounds.]

[He's trying to decide whether or not to head inside -- as instructed. Does he go in and demand his cannons back? Or does he stay out here and purposefully ignore the summons in order to make a point?]

[Ironhide ends up standing in front of the temple, his arms folded, and scowling. He has sand in his joints, his chest is aching, and he feels like he's been strung along by their captors. They should have been told about what they were facing. And they weren't -- not one bit. He's extremely cranky, in other words.]

[Approach him?]

Comments

/comfort D8

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autobot.

[He snorts as he says that, dismissively. He is not a robot, thank you very much -- he is alive.]

SO SORRY FOR THE GAP AUGH ;A;

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

Auto-whatnow?

You should be B(

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autobot. Sentient mechanical life form. ... From Cybertron.

/begs forgiveness ;^;

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot squints.]

The fuck's a Cybertron?

... /forgives

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide scowls.]

My home planet.

:'3

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Still squinting, Pilot tilts his head. Thiiiiiiis is starting to get really weird.]

Uh huh.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Something wrong?

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot closes his eyes, then ducks his head down and snorts, shaking his head.]

Naw.

[He's seen weirder. He could blame it on Fluid Karma then but, well. There had been a few "interesting" psychiatric diagnoses floating around after The Accident. Maybe they were making themselves known in new and exciting ways.]

So, you gotta name?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good.

[Ironhide regards the human for a long moment, before he snorts, and shakes his own head.]

Ironhide.

DAMN IT OTANA

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

Ironhide?

[It sounds a little like "arnhaid" when Pilot says it.

Weird name but. Well. Giant robot.]

I'm Pilot Abilene.

Bless Otana

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Ironhide.

[And it has a slight, almost English accent when Ironhide says it.]

... And are you?

I have been waiting for ever to do that ICly

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[He says it a little louder this time.]

Pilot. Abilene.

[Damn it back home everyone knew who he was without him needing to say it, he does not appreciate not being famous here. Being worshiped was awesome. :/]

That was wonderful.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Are you? Are you a pilot.

[Geez, human. He thought he was being perfectly clear.]

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[He scowls.]

No dumbass, that's my name.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide scowls right back.]

Then, that is a foolish name to have.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

I didn't pick it, man.

[Pilot stuffs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a slightly battered pack of cigarettes, fishing one out.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then change it. You humans do that all the time.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot stares at him, then snorts and laughs, lighting the cigarette.]

Pilot's just fine. S'how everyone knows who I am.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Everyone?

[You hear that skepticism? He doesn't believe that one.]

SERIOUSLY WHAT EVEN IS THIS

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot just grins.]

i have no idea

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

That is not an answer.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

I'm a pretty big deal, man.

[Careful Ironhide, don't trip on that ego.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Not from what I see.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

Yeah well.

[Pilot doesn't have a smart ass answer for why no one here recognizes him. It's really starting to frustrate him.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, well what?

[Ironhide can't help it if he sounds like a drill sergeant on occasion. Really, he can't.]