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heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-12-11 01:59 am
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-12-11 01:59 am
14th Transmission -- Action
[Ironhide was out attacking the tree when the snow started. He should have stopped, and trundled on inside. Instead, he stayed put, pounding on the tree and generally hating on the world around him.]
[... There had been much talk of that Christmas holiday, lately. And of course, what should stand out in his mind, but the Elegante. All the more reason to stay out here and pummel a hapless tree until the cold succeeded in making every last joint in his body ache.]
[His fists actually creak when he un-clenches his fingers. That's not a good sign.]
[He heads in, finally, stomping down the pathways with a more pronounced limp than usual. Yeah, it was a bad idea staying out so long. The cold, the lack of maintenance and abuse finally seem to be taking their toll on his frame.]
[A fact which becomes all the more apparent when his bad leg loses its footing completely on the rapidly icing path. There's a surprised sort of grunt out of him before all four and a half tons of giant alien robot goes crashing to the ground with a CLANG of metal.]
[The old 'bot is nothing if not durable, but even his body has to give under the impact of his own weight. When he pushes himself back up again, his leg doesn't respond. The already damaged joint is ... okay, Ironhide has no idea what's wrong with it.]
[But it hurts.]
[And now he's moodily contemplating the walk back to the barracks and wondering if he can just transform.]
[... There had been much talk of that Christmas holiday, lately. And of course, what should stand out in his mind, but the Elegante. All the more reason to stay out here and pummel a hapless tree until the cold succeeded in making every last joint in his body ache.]
[His fists actually creak when he un-clenches his fingers. That's not a good sign.]
[He heads in, finally, stomping down the pathways with a more pronounced limp than usual. Yeah, it was a bad idea staying out so long. The cold, the lack of maintenance and abuse finally seem to be taking their toll on his frame.]
[A fact which becomes all the more apparent when his bad leg loses its footing completely on the rapidly icing path. There's a surprised sort of grunt out of him before all four and a half tons of giant alien robot goes crashing to the ground with a CLANG of metal.]
[The old 'bot is nothing if not durable, but even his body has to give under the impact of his own weight. When he pushes himself back up again, his leg doesn't respond. The already damaged joint is ... okay, Ironhide has no idea what's wrong with it.]
[But it hurts.]
[And now he's moodily contemplating the walk back to the barracks and wondering if he can just transform.]
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[There's a slight huff as he leans against the door he's just pushed up.]
But I also know Starscream, and his plans tend to have holes in them. Or he reacts impulsively, changing things without having the whole situation... Which, admittedly, can sometimes be useful, and other times will just complicate things.
[Jetfire, on the other hand, had always hoped for that sort of change. He'd changed once, maybe he would again? And here were proof of the beginnings of such a change.]
That's all I'll ask. It's your decision.
[Jetfire nods and steps away from the door. Still, he looks over Ironhide once again, frowning slightly. But he says nothing.]
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[Okay, Ironhide, you're just arguing for the sake of arguing right now.]
... That is something all Starscreams have in common, seems like.
[He can't believe a Decepticon would change. Obviously, he didn't get the chance to hear the story behind the Jetfire in his own world, or he might think a little differently.]
Yeah. Sure.
[A pause, while he starts to drag himself into his room.]
... thanks.
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Well, yes, but getting to that point would be a tad more complicated than just demanding he come out and present himself for a beating, yes?
[Jetfire has a hard time not rubbing his faceplates at that. How is that a plan at all?!]
Mmm, they would have to, I think, share something to even remotely share the same template across differing realities, I think.
[His smile is more thoughtful than amused at the thought that it would be that trait the various Starscreams might share. Then he looks up again as Ironhide passes him into the room.]
No problem at all, Ironhide. You know where to find me if you need to.
[Jetfire briefly lays a hand on the nearest bit of plating before he withdraws and leaves to go back to his own room, letting Ironhide have his space, even if what he needs is a medic. Or at least someone attempting to repair him.]