shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[He leans close into Swifty's embrace, half hiding behind the smaller flier, no matter how silly that probably looks]

Dance not the same as dance.

Thank you, sir.

... Refractor has interest in old... records of long ago. Partially due to need for supplementary voice bits.

 

[A marginally-respectful nod in return-- acknowledging Ref as a fellow Vosian above all the grounders and outsiders, if not someone of any more proper standing.]

[Whoops, that's a laser cannon! Barrage kicks off and transforms midair, dodging the blast. Thank fuck he hasn't let his training slip in the few years since the end of his active combat duty.]

[It's not quite visible in jet mode, but Barrage's voice goes sharper.] Care to repeat that, carrier?

[Lacuna has chosen to be polite just when Barrage is actually getting annoyed. Oh, the irony.]
Barrage of Vos, and somehow I'm not at all surprised you're a colonist.

 

[A distressed click comes from his throat and he reaches out for 'Bolt, but hesitates. Maybe he doesn't want to be petted...]

 

DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT?

I WANT TO FIGHT!!!

 

*So much hugging and wingpets. And some bristling defensive posture of his own, even though he's a bit smaller than every flier save Lacuna.*

 

I mean, given that you all apparently lost all your hot spots somehow, I'd pretty much have to be.

 

Cold-cons exist. MTOs exist. Dead planet doesn't necessarily mean everyone's out of their learning centuries yet.

 

I said I've never met a seeker who didn't treat their wingmates like slag!

Reffy, don't- say things like that!

 

Oh no, obviously! I just thought that had, uh.

Run dry? Triage is a few hundred thousand years old and I thought that was young for someone associated, you know, with Cybertron.

 

Wait, uh, that's as unfair as tall, grim, and jerky here implying insect formers just eat things. Isn't it?

 

Congrats! Now you have. Frag off.

Mm. Mostly, yeah. Still don't actually know how old you are, except that you act like a kid who hasn't quite figured out emotional regulation yet.

 

240.

...it's not that I'm too young to figure out emotional scrap yet.

 

YEAH???? WELL IVE GOT AN ATTACK YOU CAN'T DOGE!!11!!11!1111!1!!!!
[It's time. The H.O.N.K. Mech fires its HoNkER BlAsT 5000. A deafeningly loud honk once again reverberates throughout the undefined walls of the liminal space. The sound is probably loud enough to kill a small troll.]

 

*much dodge*

*such success*

*wow*

 

-from the shudder that goes through Bolt's whole frame he only just stopped himself from turning on her too-
Keep. Out. Of. This.

I'll believe it when I fragging see it!

 

Refractor is sorry. Please. Refractor will protect. don't...

 

Too young to figure it out, no, just... still learning the finer bits. Like 'don't have to stab someone over every little insult'. That comes off a little immature.

[Oh no, loud noises, what ever will he do. Barrage lands beside Lacuna and switches back to his rootmode, apparently unbothered.]

 

-She shrugs, not meeting his optics.-

When you don't make any noise, you've got to go big or go home. Besides, you're fine, you big sparkling.

 

What, am I supposed to just magically summon them here for your interrogation? Go frag yourself with a rusting Worldsweeper you spawn of a--

 

[A much smaller, recon-framed jetformer appears, and almost immediately scowls at Barrage.] Who did you slag off this time and what did you say to him?