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[buzz doesn't really vibe with possums-- he's not one to roll over and try to hide from the problem in front of him but this? this unfolding helltruck? right now he is feeling as close to a trash rodent as he ever could.

he stays in toy mode until ironhide pokes him, his brain finally catching up. this is the autobot-- has to be. he releases himself with some difficulty and skitters backwards even more, trying to give ironhide the best glare he can while also still being... pretty scared. he's usually better at hiding it, or... usually genuinely stupidly over confident.]

Don't poke me! [he tries to snap, though there is still a lot of fear in his tone. he sure is feeling like a balloon that's slowly being deflated right now. or rex? probably more like rex. there is some defiance in that tiny body, though. journeying to al's, standing up to lotso (even if it ended poorly) and running across a carnival to save woody and forky weren't all flukes.] You're huge! You can't just poke people smaller than you or throw them around!

[There's... there's an honest to Robot Jesus growl that rumbles out of the old bot's chest when Buzz starts snapping at him. Ugh, really? He's going to be lectured by this little thing? Being?]

And yet, I did.

[So there, tiny plastic man. Take that. He crouches in silence for a few moments longer, regarding Buzz with that one-eyed stare. His eye flicking back and forth to take in the full... uh. tiny splendor of his new conversation partner.]

You are also a tiny plastic man. You know the cowboy?

[he keeps his... two eyed glare on ironhide, not that it really does much. this is definitely the autobot.]

Yes. [he says, curtly. still backing up. rides out a weird desire to run up ironhide's arm and jump off his back to sprint away before he can turn--something that big can't be agile at all. tactics, he tells himself repeatedly, along with the fact this is a known ally.

whys he have to be so big though?? this is viscerally uncomfortable, along with all that knowing this is someone from a faction in actual space is making him feel. can't really write this one off as a deluded toy, can he?] He's my best friend. Said you helped him.

[he's an ally he's an ally he's an ally he could crush you with one finger he's an ally he's an ally]

...I hope you didn't throw him.

I have. And I will, should it be necessary. I have said I will deal with any who threaten him.

[It's the truth, too. He did say that. Woody sort of waved it off, but he totally said that. His eye narrows a bit, still studying Buzz at close range. Finally, he seems to be satisfied with his assessment, and stands up straight again, grimacing in the process.]

[Stupid stiff joints.]

I did not. But he did not climb all over my plating. So it was not needed.

[You were mistaken for a rodent, Buzz.]

I didn't climb all over your plating. I barely touched you.

[sorry, ironhide. he's still a little literally and figuratively sore over being tossed onto the pavement and scared into briefly blacking out.]

Unless plastic is far more of a threat to you than it seems like it would be... [okay now he's just being petty.

but--] You're Ironhide. The Autobot.

Edited 2019-09-21 10:04 (UTC)

Skittering about like a rodent counts.

[Look, they can both be petty. Ironhide has the excuse of being old. And therefore tired. He folds his arms over his chest, good eye narrowing.]

Yes. So you have heard already.

[So that means Woody already knows there's another plastic man running around.]

[this giant ass cranky baby... buzz doesn't bother to dignify that with a response, though it's certainly the first time he's been called a rodent. rude.]

He didn't mention the car thing. [buzz didn't really know the transformers toys as well as woody did-- their whole over-serious deal kind of turned him off. the leader one was fun to talk to, if not also incredibly depressing.

there's a bit of an awkward beat.] You're really from space?

Did he not?

[He sounds skeptical. But oh well. Not important. They know now, right? Right. Problem solved.]

[A nod. Short and sharp.]

From another planet. Yeah. Why?

[while he's vocally unclenching, he's still pretty clearly... not... on board with ironhide's size, not that he can do anything about it. it's like the little toy is trying to take in and keep track of all of ironhide's tiny little movements, which is-- there's a lot of them. why's the robot gotta have so many moving parts? michael bay, why did you do this?]

What--

[he cuts himself off after a moment as he shifts back a little more towards the wall of someone's driveway at the edge of the pavement. seems like part of him still expects ironhide to bring a hand down on him at any moment. buzz might not be a rodent, but he's sure feeling like a flighty little rabbit right now, still constantly reminding him that not only is ironhide an ally, but one that helped woody, too.]

--What's space like? [he gets out, finally. buzz knows enough about his own canon now to know it wasn't really... represented entirely... accurately.]

[Why is this tiny plastic man so much more antsy than Woody? They're about the same size -- though this one appears slightly smaller. Maybe it's the lack of a hat. Who knows. Different models, maybe. It's not something Ironhide is terribly interested in exploring.]

[So instead, he just watches Buzz skitter along. His scarred eyebrow twitches upward slightly. Curious. Really, this plastic man is behaving as if he expects to be blasted to bits. So the question about space is a bit of a surprise.]

Cold. [He says, simply. And honestly debates leaving it at just that. Like an asshole.] Cold and vast.

Places between solar systems are bigger than one can imagine.

Edited 2019-09-23 23:02 (UTC)

[probably for the best; buzz has no interest in touching on that topic. he'd just deny it outright.

but as big ironhide is, he has to wonder if space makes him feel small, sometimes. just looking up at the sky can make buzz feel pretty insignificant if he's in a bad enough mood.

possibly a strange, over personal question, but one that comes nonetheless:] Do you miss it?

[it's been so long since he realised his memories of it weren't real, but...]

Edited 2019-09-23 23:41 (UTC)

Difficult to miss something empty.

[Which means "no". He doesn't miss the actual "space" part of being out in space. The dark and the cold. No thank you. Terrible for his old joints. He does miss the companionship.]

[Misses the other Autobots. Loud as some of them were. Obnoxious as some of them were. There's no connection here like there was with them. But those are things Ironhide will not willingly examine in any capacity.]

Why?

Just asking.

[difficult to miss something empty, difficult to miss something that never actually left. even if you thought it was going to.

ugh.] I'm a space toy, but I've never actually been to space.

[he says by way of light explanation, though leaves out the part where he was deluded and thought he was from space for a while. that's-- yeah, if no-one ever finds that out, buzz won't mourn it. super embarrassing.]

...Is it just you here? [he had kind of assumed, but their whole thing was being in disguise. hell, he's not even sure ironhide would tell him truthfully if there was.]

A 'space toy'? Explain.

[No really, he's curious. But Ironhide is... Ironhide. And words are a luxury. Or they were, before he was separated from those who preferred to use more of them. Namely, from Ratchet.]

[Boy he would have a field day with this.]

None of my kind are here, no. And none of the Decepticons have followed, either.

[Sadly. He would have liked to run them into a few poles.]

[he can respect that. buzz himself isn't exactly a toy of few words, but he's certainly not as talkative as some of them are. same with most military-esque toys, he's noticed. put buzz and the seargent in a room for a couple hours and you'd probably only get a few sentences out of them both before they deemed all that was necessary was said.

buzz offers no real explanation, just taps the purple button on his collar that makes his astronaut helmet whoosh up.

doesn't take a genius to work out decepticons are the bad guys.]

Probably for the best, [he says, conversationally.] we have enough problems here without... them.

Bah. A few Decepticons would be nothing but a good workout.

[Sorry, Buzz, that's probably not the answer you were looking for. But it's definitely a very Ironhide Answer. Danger? No, he can pound it. That always sounds like a fun time. And a good way to work off frustration.]

[He rolls his shoulders. And looks down to regard the toy.]

Where are you staying?

[it's not, but it's still An Answer. honestly, he'd rather hear that ironhide is more than willing and capable to defend people should his enemies show up.]

...Around. [look, ironhide may be a Certified Woody Friend™ but buzz still isn't entirely keen on telling people where he's gonna be. them knowing he can even move is more than enough. why must he be observed!] It's quite easy to find safe places when you're this size.

[not a lie? briefly, he wonders if ironhide has space in his cab. then he thinks, weird. that's weird.]

You know. The opposite of what it must be like for you. [nice. smooth. nice one, lightyear.]

[Definitely more than willing. He's a little bit itchy to go toe-to-toe with some sloppy, angry Decepticons. That would make the irritable charge in his systems fade, he's sure.]

[this size, Buzz says. And Ironhide's one working "eyebrow" starts arching up to the top of his helmet. It only gets worse as Buzz just continues putting his plastic foot in his plastic mouth.]

I am capable of surviving. Unseen. If need be.

[Buzz Lightyear, he turns into a car.]

[buzz thinks back to the explosion of metal about five minutes ago when his tiny little hands barely ghosted past ironhide's door.

unseen. right.]

Edited 2019-09-27 17:22 (UTC)

[he doesn't say this. it seems like it would be a VERY BAD IDEA.

also: he's aware of the irony of the fact he's also meant to be unseen, but also fucked that up. though he thinks this time, he can get a pass.]

Well... thanks for not crushing me when you transformed. That was very skillful of you. It's fortunate we met in circumstances that weren't dire, which seems to be a rarity around here.

[...from what he's heard. still haven't really hit something real bad himself, yet.]

[Don't u fuckin start with him MRS NESBITT.]

[But yes, that is probably for the best that Buzz does not actually say this. At best it would make Ironhide stomp off into the sunset. At worse, there might be some angry posturing involved.]

[What Buzz does say sounds remarkably diplomatic. Enough to where he snorts, shaking it off. Disarmed.]

Nothing terrible has yet happened. Do not see what all the fuss is about.

[He only says this because the Death Dome barely fazed him. Combat, duels to the death? No big deal.]

[you think mrs nesbitt won't try and BEAT YOUR ASS, OLD MAN!!!

good-- he's glad that worked. it wasn't a faux-plactating attempt, either. he genuinely means what he said. buzz is no fan of duplicity, no matter how insignificant it might seem. ...unless it involves a younger toy and santa, but that's case by case.]

I believe there were several severely traumatic events for the humans here over the last few months. [since they started showing up, actually, but he hasn't gone back that far yet. all he knows is it's not recent.] Your increased bodily resistance and strength must be quite the advantage in a situation like this.

[less of a compliment, more of a basic observation.]

Did you hear about that Dome? [woody's mentioned it; has not mentioned how widespread or if ironhide was in it.]

They are... less suited to tense situations. I have seen this.

[Ironhide's been living that war trauma life since before dirt was invented. Listen, that may be hyperbole but it's close enough. Since heck if we know any actual numbers here. Point is, the war has been life, and when your former commanding officer has started eating your peoples' souls...]

[Your tolerance or your ability to deal, get skewed.]

I was there. It was less than pleasant. But survivable. The humans refused to work as a unit, to their downfall.

[after he asks, as ironhide answers, buzz turns to pull himself up on that nearby wall, using the little spaces between the bricks to climb up. that whole 2ft elevation makes... absolutely no difference. he flips up onto the top to turn back, frowning:] Stress like that can be just as likely to push people apart than bring them together.

[he hasn't experienced anything even one-sixteenth as stressful, comparatively, in his short life, but he does know something about division.]

People don't act like themselves in those times.

It should band them together. Are they not against this place? Are we all not meant to get out of here?

Why fight, when you all have the same goal?

[He waves a hand as he says it, grumbling to himself. It makes no logical sense to the big guy. They're not supposed to be waging war on each other. They're supposed to be doing it to get home again, aren't they?]

[It's foolish. Beyond foolish.]

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