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vatheon2012-01-03 04:40 pm
technokalissues) wrote in vatheon2012-01-03 04:40 pm
Entry tags:
First Repair
Characters: Scorponok and you
Location: Plaza, tucked off in some random corner
Time: Midday
Style: Will match
Status: Completely open to all
Scorponok reset his optic sensors, and then sent a scan out. It… didn’t make sense. One second, he was watching Dinobot about to blow up at Lord Megatron like the idiot he was, and then the next-
Well, the next, he was here. Wherever the frag ‘here’ was. His scan was actually more conclusive than he’d thought it would be. He was underwater, in a secure environment with no signs of leaks or, for that matter, energon. Cautiously, he transformed, looking around. This- this wasn’t good. He didn’t see anyone else around, not Megatron, not Dinobot, not even Waspinator or- primus forbid, Tarantulas. His claws clack, and he has to consciously stop it, Megatron hated it when he did that. He forced himself to calm and deployed his drone, which had reformatted to look like a flying insectiod, similar to Waspinator’s new alt. The sight of his greatest accomplishment calmed him a bit, and he spent a few minutes ensuring that their link was working properly and the water that was dripping everywhere hadn’t interfered with it’s internals.
Eventually, he sat down on the floor and pulled out a toolkit from a storage space in his arm, starting to tinker with the internals of his drone. For as long as they were left undisturbed, the only movement from his area was the slight twitches of the tips of his claws, and the occasional flutter of his drone’s wings.
Location: Plaza, tucked off in some random corner
Time: Midday
Style: Will match
Status: Completely open to all
Scorponok reset his optic sensors, and then sent a scan out. It… didn’t make sense. One second, he was watching Dinobot about to blow up at Lord Megatron like the idiot he was, and then the next-
Well, the next, he was here. Wherever the frag ‘here’ was. His scan was actually more conclusive than he’d thought it would be. He was underwater, in a secure environment with no signs of leaks or, for that matter, energon. Cautiously, he transformed, looking around. This- this wasn’t good. He didn’t see anyone else around, not Megatron, not Dinobot, not even Waspinator or- primus forbid, Tarantulas. His claws clack, and he has to consciously stop it, Megatron hated it when he did that. He forced himself to calm and deployed his drone, which had reformatted to look like a flying insectiod, similar to Waspinator’s new alt. The sight of his greatest accomplishment calmed him a bit, and he spent a few minutes ensuring that their link was working properly and the water that was dripping everywhere hadn’t interfered with it’s internals.
Eventually, he sat down on the floor and pulled out a toolkit from a storage space in his arm, starting to tinker with the internals of his drone. For as long as they were left undisturbed, the only movement from his area was the slight twitches of the tips of his claws, and the occasional flutter of his drone’s wings.
/tags the hell out of you 8D
Hi, don't mind Silver just staring at you. After his run-in with rattrap over the network, he wasn't sure what to think of robots, let"alone another one in the damned bubble. Still, he knew that he's either have to ignore it completely, or adjust to the fact that yes, Vatheon was dragging in robots now.
He'd do the adjusting. Easier than sticking his head in the sand and ignoring this. "Hmph. Has anyone told you about the idiotic place this is, yet?"
I am an idiot and should have timed my apping in to a time when I didn't have midterms
"No, why?" Because if he was going to respond to the strange person, he was going to do it as angrily as possible.
That was the plan, anyway. In all actuality, he just sounded sulky.