11th Transmission -- 4TH WALL EVENT

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why are the birds speaking.

[Ironhide can be found sitting outside of his artichoke pod and casually throwing rocks at one of the aforementioned birds in irritation.

The bird does not shut up.]

Comments

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[Ricalna hears the sound of rocks being thrown so he rounds the corner annd...]

What-A robot!?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Who are you?

[1/3]

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

Why should I tell you!?

[He moves fast, reaching behind his back to grab his guns...]

[2/3]

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[Only to feel air?

Wait a minute...]

[3/3] Done!

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[OH SHI-]

I'm unarmed right now!

[zydrateanatomy.livejournal.com]

I might suggest that you cut back on the dosage .. unless that's what you're aiming for?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just looks at the stranger, his good optic narrowing.]

What are you talking about?

[zydrateanatomy.livejournal.com]

Cut back on the dosage? Well .. in your case .. fumes .. perhaps fueled up with low grade instead of premium?

Maybe they're talking for the same reason you're talking?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No, really, he has absolutely no idea what that's supposed to mean. He scowls at the stranger, his engine kicking on with a low, annoyed growl.]

Are you calling me overcharged? Speak plainly!

[zydrateanatomy.livejournal.com]

If 'overcharged' translates into 'high as a kite' .. 'hopped up' .. then , yes.



Or are you always this cheerful?

[rankyandcranky.livejournal.com]

Just to annoy you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then I will take even more pleasure in silencing them.

[rankyandcranky.livejournal.com]

Now, now. Couldn't you just..... turn your own ears off or something?

[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[Yes, that is the extent of his statement.]

[rankyandcranky.livejournal.com]

Hey, come on. Even I can do that. And you're a robot.

[enduringevening.livejournal.com]

I would usually guess it is a Spirit, but it is far too unintelligent.

['Sup Ironhide. Richter is just going to stand beside and slightly behind you and watch you throw rocks.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Who are you supposed to be?

[enduringevening.livejournal.com]

I am Richter. I am one of the new arrivals here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

What, they brought in more again?

[enduringevening.livejournal.com]

There are several more that came here besides myself.

[Richter crosses his arms across his chest. He feels rather weird without his weapons.]

[notasselfish.livejournal.com]

[So, if Coby wanted to run away from battle, then Helmeppo would run away with him. He's his friend, and that's what friends do. Or at least, that was what they did. Except now Helmeppo is nowhere near the battlefield or Marineford, and... well, it's all pretty confusing.]

OI! Coby! Where are you?!

[So, now he's just trying to find his friend and figure out what's going on except - oh hey, giant robot. That looks nothing like the pacifistas or much of the known technology that Dr. Vegapunk has built.

Helmeppo's just... going to stare for a bit because what kind of cyborg or robot are you man.]

[Action]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it would be better to listen to what they were saying, Ironhide. It may provide a clue as to the nature of their 'talents' - And is likely to be more informative than tossing stones at them.

[Action]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Sorry, Ratchet. He's checked out completely, just hearing that voice.]

[And staring. Like he's just seen a ghost. He goes very still and straightens up. Some sand falls out of his joints.]

... Ratchet?

[Action]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet tilts his head slightly, quirking an optic ridge at the reaction.]

Is there a problem?

[Action]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No. Now there isn't any problem at all. He shakes his head though, and steps forward, clasping a heavy hand on a neon shoulder.]

Where have you been?