13th Transmission -- action -- [Backdated to the Event Start]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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.))

Comments

[angha-firebird.livejournal.com]

Yes, me. I would like to learn. Am I not just as able--

[Then their handcuffs clicked together, and Aara stares, frozen. She didn't think that was a good sign...]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide stares at the cuffs for a long, tense moment, before he snarls.] The Autobot's temper has been on a hair-trigger lately, and this?]

[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.]

[angha-firebird.livejournal.com]

[Aara stared for a moment longer, deeply wishing her eyes were deceiving her. When Ironhide pulls his large arm back with his intention clear in every line of his metal frame, she tenses, holding her breath and closing her eyes as she awaits the fatal blow. Shock causes her to gasp a moment later when it's the tree that shudders from his massive attack, and her eyes open to stare incredulously at the autobot before her.

[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.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His intake vents -- moving heated air out of his systems, pulling in cooler -- are working overtime, giving the impression he's breathing hard.]

[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.]

[angha-firebird.livejournal.com]

[Flinching, Aara stands her ground. She is a little worried about how worked up he seemed, though.]

What is a Decepticon?

[Maybe if she kept the conversation simple, he would calm down?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

My enemy.

[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!