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[protoblues]

I know you think you want to talk to me, but please make doubly sure before leaving a message. Thanks.

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[Action]

[playfultyrant]

[ Oh he's noticed many of the little robots around. Eventually stalking this one out, Quick needs friends... so why not start here?


Stepping making his presence well known as he kneels down to look at the little fellow while he was about.

Can't snatch here, but eventually. ]


Excuse me, child. Do you have a moment to spare? I'm looking for Friends of a certain, Quickman. [ He holds a little concern in his voice. ]

I have not seen him in some time... and I have been away.

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[protoblues]

[ Who in the sweet name of Einstein is this guy? Quick never mentioned him before. Blues furrows his brows as he looks up at Megatron and frowns. He crosses his arms, trying to affect a neutral appearance even though the loss of-- even though--

It hurts, still. He's not sure it'll ever stop hurting actually. ]

Yeah, you must have been away for quite a bit then. Quick is gone. Sorry to be the one to break the news.

[playfultyrant]

I had spoken to him briefly, I had hopes I could help him with something but... it seems I'm too late... has he gone home then

[ Oh pained face of youth, they must of been close hm. ]

[protoblues]

No.

[ Help Quick with what? ]

No, he's dead.

[ Died protecting him from Heat. Heat who got to come back and have a second chance. Blues hopes he's making the best of it. ]

[playfultyrant]

[ With a voice full of pity... ]

That is... shameful.

I must of been too late. [ he sets a hand down next to Blues. ]

I'm sorry for you loss, you sound like you cared deeply for him... and you have my sympathies.

[protoblues]

[ Shameful? Too late? Blues doesn't like that. He doesn't like that at all. And he is very careful to not react the way he wants to. He doesn't let the anger and annoyance bleed through to his expression. He drops his head, hiding his optics behind his bangs, and lets his next vent shake like he's overwhelmed. Near tears. It's not hard to do.

Who is this? What did he know about Quick?

Did he have something to do with Heat going after Quick the way he did? Is he part of why Quick didn't get a second chance? ]

Thank you.

[ Soft, a little shaky. He looks at that offered hand but doesn't move towards it. He has a feeling that if he steps too close something terrible is going to happen. Actually... he fires off a quick text from his internal comms just in case. ]

He was my best friend. I miss him every day.

[playfultyrant]

[ he lifts the hand and prods a finger to Blue's hair, brushing it in false attempts of comfort. Smart boy, he takes his hand away with a soft smile lacing his face.

A best friend... cute]

He was lucky, I can tell. It does hurt to loose ones you love and care for. I understand in some ways.

[protoblues]

[ Don't cringe don't cringe don't cringe. He holds himself very very still when the larger mech's finger touches his hair. Oh, he hates it. He hates it so much actually. He feels, abruptly, like prey trapped under the stare of a predator. A deer caught in the headlights of a car. Or perhaps closer to a dog snatched by an eagle. Not defenseless but completely out of his league all the same.

He needs to leave. But he needs to leave in a way that doesn't draw too much attention. ]

I like to think I was the lucky one.

[ But if he leaves he won't get answers either... ]

How did you know Quick again?

[playfultyrant]

We stumbled on each other some time back. I offered to give him tips on handling us larger mechanoids since you all are so small, you could of used some tidbits on defense. He wanted time to think on it.

[ Megatron's hand hovers just over him, fingers posed in a manner to say he could pick him up any second. ]

Not to say you are totally helpless, but pointers are always helpful.

[ His optics glow a light tint of green over his orange hues. Taking over almost as he stares with intense study. Face with that half smile, fingers clicking ever so slightly in anticipation of ...something. ]

[protoblues]

[ Oh he is most definitely in trouble. Cut your losses, Blues, it's time to go. ]

Funny thing that. Wasn't even one of you bigger bots that took him out.

[ Look calm, appear calm. He's casual as he sticks his hands in his pockets. He takes a deep breath as he closes his fingers around the energon candies that Nickel gave him. He's gonna need the boost to outrun a bot that much bigger than him. ]

War builds though, what else can we do, huh? It's written in our code.

[ Give him nothing of use. Make him think you're something you aren't. Be smart about this Blues or you aren't making it out of this meeting. He pings Elec with a live feed of his coordinates and smiles at the Megatron as he pops the first candy in his mouth. Casual casual casual. ]

Sorry to cut our conversation short, but my friends are expecting me at Mac's. See ya!

[ Bite the candy. Feel the rush of Energon in his already topped-off systems. He steps away and out from underneath Megatron's hand, walking quickly. Fear makes his systems run faster, harder. He shoves the other two candies in his mouth and barely tastes them before he's running. ]

[playfultyrant]

[ The glow of green on his optics travels down his face like an infectious rash. Never run from the godly, they like to make chase.

In a mist of green one of Antler's arms disappears from his body and makes its dismembered wall for Blues to run into.. oh this was coming to gether so nicely hm... the way his body works now, such a divinity for him alone.

There's a laugh behind as the giant makes his steps foward. ]

I was having such a nice chat with you, little one. Why the rush... your friends can wait.

[protoblues]

[ He smacks into the wall of Megatron's arm and hisses as he bounces back. ]

Shit.

[ Shit. Fuck. He needs to learn more languages so he can swear in more ways. That isn't the focus here now actually. Think Blues, think. But Gods all he can think about is the rush of his fuel pump and the spin of his core and the wild mix of fear and anger bubbling inside of him.

He spins to look up at the Cybertronian. The fingers of his right hand twitch. He is not defenseless. He will not go down without a fight. ]

Who are you? What did you do to Quick?

[ He just knows that this mech had to be involved somehow. He knows it. Quick is dead and gone and this guy is holding Blues captive and... God help him he's scared. Blues is scared. ]

[playfultyrant]

It's alright puppet. I'm not to hurt you, I want to talk alittle longer... I've done nothing to hurt your friend, I told you I only wanted to help him.

But he's gone now, so why don't I help you instead? [ The giant stands so casual, stepping forward. While his arm reaches towards Blues' back, pinching him between fingers.]

Don't struggle, we don't want to damage you. I want a better look.

[ the disembodied arm starts to lift.]

You might call me, Megatron... One might name me Galvatron someday... but here I am always, Antlers.

[protoblues]

[ "But he's gone now, so why don't I help you instead?"

Blues freezes. Deer in headlights. Don't move don't move it can't hurt you if you don't move.

"--write that rebellious streak out of him--"

He is not something to be displayed and looked at and held like a damn toy. Antlers didn't want to damage him? Good luck with that, Blues was already damaged goods. ]

I don't need your help.

[ He shifts his arm, the buster coming up and whirring dangerously as he points it at Antler's face. ]

Put me down, and let me go, or we're both going to find out really quick what an overcharge of energon does to a robot master's systems.

[playfultyrant]

Little one, why don't you listen to me~ [ He shakes his head disappointedly.]

Why do you all assume I'm here to commit the worst deeds? I want you to be happy and safe, you look so sick and tired...

Do you really want to risk your own death... what a wasted life that'd be, Quick would be so upset I would think if he was here... what other loved ones would cry out for you?

but no... listen little one. Listen- [ He slowly starts to lower him to the ground. But twists his fingers absently to put Blues off balance]

[protoblues]

Maybe if you didn't sound like the world's worst serial killer people would believe you.

[ His mouth curls in a silent snarl and he doesn't lower his buster at all. The energon is starting to kick in. It pulses in his lines and feeds into the buster, making it glow brighter and brighter.

And then he laughs. Wasted life? Who would cry for him, indeed? Sorry Antlers, he has friends now. He's not alone, not anymore. He's not some lost bot looking for a place in the jungle to die peacefully.

He can smell ozone.

Blues is not alone.

The time for words is passed and he twists with the fingers. He doesn't need balance when his target is so big after all. So he shoots his buster directly at Megatron's face. ]

[playfultyrant]

[ Blast! Right into the corner of his optic, he twists his head to the side hissing and gritting his teeth, baring sharp fangs. The glow of green starts to fade and the dismembered hand floating starts to curl itself to hold the full body of the unruly brat.

He starts walking closer. ]

How dare yo-

[electricevolution]

[ Elec has been monitoring the tracking information Blues sent him. He only moved a little right after he sent it and then not at all. It pushes Elec harder. He has a brother who's in trouble. A brother he hasn't known long, he doesn't know well. But it doesn't matter.

He runs along the tracks that the human sized shuttles use, gliding practically on the charged lines. His internal generators whirr as he builds it up inside him. He can always pack a punch but it takes him a few minutes to wind up to the biggest punch. Stormfront is out of her case and on his back and by the time he closes in on Blues' position the smell of ozone clouds around him as the air burns and wall along the track smolders with scorch marks of his passing.

He doesn't stop as the sight of the monster antagonizing his brother appears around the corner, he runs, leaping off the rails and swinging the guitar in front of him. ]

Blues duck and roll!!

[ His bare fingers strike the strings and he releases the electricity he's built up into it. Stormfront roars and amplifies, blasting a blinding wave of electricity forth, strait at Antler's woefully exposed back. ]

[protoblues]

[ He hits Antlers in the optic. Blues knows immediately it isn't going to be enough to deter him. No, it only served to make him angry. But the smell of ozone is getting stronger and Blues can feel the energon racing in his lines and he pops off a potshot on that hand closing around him.

And then, blessedly, he hears Elec.

Blues hits the ground and rolls on command, popping back up out of the blast range of the electricity. ]

Nice guitar, Elec.

[ Is this the time? No. Is this Blues way of coping right now? Absolutely. He's also not waiting around as he kicks immediately into a run. ]

He can detach his arms and do weird ghosty shit, heads up!

[playfultyrant]

[ The blast hits him nearly square in the back, brisking off his wings and snapping him forward losing concentration and his little toy.

He stumbles to his balance and huffs angrily putting his arms out to aim at both these little dolls and the outer limbs disintegrate into that green ghastly mist speeding for his targets.

Sure he has no arms currently and thus a disadvantage in some way....

But they deserve this. And he will be ever so gentle after he roughs them up alittle. ]

You forced my hand, know this!

[electricevolution]

[ Elec ignores everything Antlers says. Obviously nothing worthwhile is going to come out of his mouth right now so why bother? ]

I'll let you play it later!

[ He howls in glee as he hits the ground running. Now this is what he talking about! The light, the fight. His generator crackles and hums in his chest, seemingly just as pleased as he is to get a real workout. He fingers dance over the strings and the electric fields around him tremble. It'll take a good moment or two to built up for another attack after that last one so now is as good a time as ever to field test that other technique he's been working in with Rock and Nova Storm.

The air buzzes and Elec seems faster then before. ]

You feeling it bro?

[ A field of energizing electricity and sound that pumps you up! Move faster, hit harder, ride the wave. It's not perfect yet but it's good. ]

Blast him!

[protoblues]

[ Oh Blues can feel it alright. Between the energon and the pulse of whatever Elec is doing, he can certainly feel it. And it makes him grin.

He throws himself into a slide, turning as he does to pop back up with his buster aimed and ready. There's that most again but he ignores it for the moment.

No, his target is much more precise.

He aims at Antlers' other optic and fires off two quick, overpowered shots. Hopefully one lands and blinds their opponent. ]

Come on!

[ He reaches for Elec with his free hand and books it back down the hallway. ]

If we cut into somewhere small he can't grab us.

[playfultyrant]

[ The blast is enough to crack even the metal plating. Megatron fluffs up his wings stumbling back but the misted arms are still searching for their targets.

Even as the light dims in one optic he steps forward, flexes and then laughs. Letting his mist do the work. ]

Come now, forgive me little ones. [ He picks up pace. ]

I only wished to talk, why must you treat me as the bad guy here... let's start over~

[electricevolution]

[ He dives and rolls under a massive ghastly hand taking a swing for him and grabs Blues hand instead on the up. His core is POUNDING. ]

Not exactly an excess of small places around here!!

[ Small places... the vents, they're too high but... but... ]

Keep running I got an idea!

[ He squeezes the other robot's hand, the residual power from his booster pulsing in it as he sends a quick inelegant comm to a friend. ]

Gonna see if I can summon a ninja from the ceiling.

[protoblues]

Unfortunately.

[ The pain of being in a big ship for big robots. No hiding places for the little guys. But he squeezes Elec's hand back, even as a startled laugh slips out of him. ]

Ceiling ninja? There's a ceiling ninja?

[ He turns just enough to pop a shot off at once of the clouds of mist. He doesn't actually think it'll do anything, but he's hoping the plasma will be enough to burn off some of it. He has high hopes and low expectations here. All that matters is they keep moving and stay out of reach of Antlers.

Blues knows, he knows, if they get caught they won't be coming back. ]