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014 | [Video][Dated after he arrives in Hospitown]

[So...getting his ass kicked in Tokyo sure did brighten his day. Fleeing isn't exactly an Autobot trait he really likes exhibiting, and with all that went down on New Years Eve...

And all that he LOST there...

The feed clicks on, showing him sorting through what he could grab on his way out--His blanket from Fluttershy, the keychain Sora gave him, a pair of boots, a sweater...and what looks to be a small book with bunnies on it. But none of that was really what he was looking for. He must have left it behind...
After awhile, he gives up, grabbing his jacket.

It wasn't important now.]

I don't know about you, but I'm tired of bein' told I gotta do somethin' by guys who aren't my Commander. If this world wants me to do my job right, can't say tryin' to off me is the right way to do it.

Try sweet-talkin' next time.

....

Anyway, figure if this is how they wanna play this, then we might as well be ready. I'm headin' down to train with my group, get the terrain familiarized. So when the next giant Digi-thing decides we're not up to par, we can shove it up their tailpipe.

Anyone needs me, I'll be at the city limits.

[Private to Ratchet and Bee]

Gonna need to rendezvous with ya.

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Got it. Still in Hospitown Medical center, but Coronamon and I can get to where you're at. Text me coordinates?

Edited 2014-01-08 23:05 (UTC)

Good, figure you'd want the downlow on what's happened.

[He types for a moment, before a soft ping on Bee's end is heard, with the coordinates of Wheeljack's future destination.]

Wont be hard to find me. Just look for a sheep and a...

Moose.

That.

[Uh... Earth organics. Coronamon will have to give him a bit of a hand here.]

Sheep and moose. Right. I'll figure it out.

Oh and just an advanced warning? My digimon - He doesn't mean any harm, but he has a bit of an attitude.

[Yeah, if it wasn't part of their names Wheeljack wouldn't have known what to call them either. You're not alone on that part, Bee.]

Don't worry. You're not the only one not exactly simpatico with their Digithings.

[His are...yeah. There they are.]

Guess you've got your own troubles. They have a lot of... spirit. I'll give them that.

Should be coming up on the coordinates in a breem or so.

[In time, Bee will show up as promised at the edge of town, Coronamon leading the way. Once he sees Wheeljack and the dynamic duo in the distance, he'll get a familiar smile from Bee as they approach.]

[He doesn't say anything after that, letting Bee actually arrive before anything. His Gazimon and Lopmon seem to be chasing each other around his feet, as a way to occupy themselves as the Scout arrives.

Although sticking close to his feet like little cygnets to their swan parent.]

...

[When Bee approaches, there's a two fingered salute, walking to meet up with him.]

Feels like it's been awhile. Not for you, I'm guessin'.

Edited 2014-01-10 01:33 (UTC)

[Bumblebee approaches and returns the salute with a nod of his own. It isn't nearly been as long for Bee, but he's glad to see the other anyway.

He tilts his head. Bee briefly gives him a once over, particularly where Bee had seen the injures earlier. Hopefully Ratchet got a chance to check the guy out. He'll be motioning to Wheeljack's chest in a brief moment of concern.

You up for this?]

[Coronamon gives Wheeljack the once over as well but for a different reason entirely: Coronamon crosses his arms disapprovingly.]

Thought you'd be taller.

[Even as a human, Bee was still incredibly vocal in body language alone. That and he had some practice with Perry. It seems as if he gets the general idea of what's being said, arm rubbing the side of his neck as he smirks.]

I'll be fine. Not like we ever stop for anythin', right? We're Autobots.

[The Gazimon, however, speaks up first at Coronamon's behavior, putting her hands on her hips.]

Says the walking garden gnome!

Edited 2014-01-10 04:36 (UTC)

[Coronamon's chest puffs up indignantly, fur standing on end and tail flame flaring up.] I don't have to take this from a purple throw rug.

[Bumblebee frowns, reaching down and resting a hand disapprovingly on the digimon's shoulder. He shakes his head at his digimon and then gives Wheeljack an apologetic look.]

Telling you, Bee. Waste of time.

[You's larger-than-normal ears perk up slightly, eyes narrowing at the Coronamon. Is it on? Oh it's on. And she would have lept on him if not for the Lopmon behind her holding onto her shoulders.]

[Wheeljack, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be phased by it's behavior. There's a slight head shake back to Bee, followed by a shoulder pat.

Don't worry kid, not your fault.]

So, don't think I've ever sparred with Prime's Scout.

[He rests a hand on Coronamon's head, urging the other silently to hold his sharp tongue. Coronamon just crosses his arms and begrudgingly settles a few paces away. Fine. He just murmurs under his breath.] Who ever heard of a human fighting in place of a digimon. Honestly.

[Bee perks up after that. He limbers up with a few shoulder rolls, and a roll of his neck.

Well, you're gonna find out exactly what it's like Wheeljack. And his expression says as much, a hint of eagerness and competition. He'll extend his hand, palm upward, like an invitation for Wheeljack to take a fighter's stance first.

After you.]

[Wheeljack steps back a bit, smirking a little at the Coronamon as he rolls his shoulders, removing his jacket in the process. He couldn't knock the Digimon too badly for it--it was kind of the way things worked here. But--]

Ever hear of self-defense? Pretty much it. Ya want your partner to be able to hold his own if ya get separated, right?

[And at Bee's stance change, his own does too, hands flexing themselves in a more open, almost defenseless. But...he's a Wrecker. He's known for his all out attacks.

And it's shown in that almost...overconfident way of positioning himself.]

Heh, if you insist.

[And then, he pounces towards Bumblebee, ready to throw some punches. Just how fast can the bee fly?]

We won't get separated.

[Too bad the fight's already started, Coronamon.

Wheeljack initiates the action with the true strength and explosive flare of a wrecker. And Bee just barely manages to get his dukes up before it's coming right at him.

If he were in his own frame, he might try to slip under Wheeljack's strike and into his guard, dealing hits of his own. After all, his autobot body is made for maneuverability- to dodge enemy fire, to slip through enemy lines, to avoid detection. It's weighted in his upper body and grounded solidly by weighted mechanical calves. Balanced.

IF he were in his own frame, he could fly indeed. But Bee isn't in his own frame. And the dodge that he does pull off is awkward enough to throw his whole stance off (PRIMUS!). The male human's center of gravity is higher. It's in his upper chest, a terrible thing to discover in the middle of a fight. The dodge even looks uncoordinated enough that Coronamon stands up on his feet in alarm.]

Hey!

[For the moment, Bee strafes to his right to clear himself some space, hopefully before Wheeljack can deal any more strikes. Even sparring, Wheeljack has enough strength to clear knock Bee on his aft. If he gets the chance, he'll be dealing jabs to the other-- one left and one right. They're less to damage and more to test reflexes and fighting styles.

Test Wheeljack, that is. And his own body.]

[And already the fight brings back so many memories. They might be in human bodies, but everything about this fight is Cybertronian. The energy from the punches, the way Bee dodges...it felt so familiar. And yet so different, as Bee wasn't exactly someone he was used to fighting. He had the speed of Arcee, it seemed, but a certain flair. (Although that could have been because Bee was practically tripping over himself.)

One thing about the way Wheeljack fights, though, is he never lets up once he's in the fray. Those arms soon get back into position, leaping towards him like a spider. Testing. To see the kid's speed. He would have never done this if he felt that Prime's Scout couldn't do it.

But he's smart to get to the right, because it takes a moment for him to regroup, turning and rolling his shoulder. There's a smirk on his lips though, wrists shaking back and forth. If you looked close enough, those eyes were dancing. Wheeljack, for a rare moment that only a few had seen, was having fun.]

C'mon Wheeljack, don't let up!

[She's right--he doesn't have much time to react as Bumblebee shoots those jabs at him, his arms going up as blocks.

So that's his style...fast, sharp jabs.

Interesting.

He retreats back a step, taking turns with jabs as Bee dishes them out, seeing just how the Scout guards himself as well. His punches are definitely slower, but there's a lot more weight behind them.]

[Wheeljack has the obvious advantage at first, relentless enough to keep Bumblebee perpetually on his toes. Hit by hit, blow by blow, Bumblebee adjusts his body. It's a hard and fast learning curve, each failure being met with a solid strike, a loss of footing, or a loss of ground.

His arms are sore even where he's successfully blocked Wheeljack's punches, and his shoulder hurts something fierce (when had Wheeljack landed a hit there?). His human muscles ache from being pushed this fast and this far for the first time. But Bee fights on because there's a glimmer of excitement rising up in his chest with every labored breath.

Attacking, missing, retreating, dodging, sidestepping, strike- hit! Whatever pain he feels is only temporary, fading with each rush of adrenaline surging through his blood. Everything else is background noise.

Caught in the whirlwind of a fight, that same wild glint in Wheeljack's eyes is reflected right back in Bumblebee's.

Driven by impulse and experience, Bumblebee breaks his pattern and whirls around in one smooth move, leg extended in a spinning side kick.

For the first time since Bee's arrived, he's forgotten that he's not in his own world, he's not in his own frame, he's not missing any part of him. An instance of clarity. All that's left is him, Wheeljack and the competitive desire to win.]

[That was how Wheeljack made it so long in the Wreckers. He never let the enemy get a hit in edgewise--although, his strikes were blunt, clumsy, with almost no grace except for his fancy footwork. In a way it had it's own elegance in chaos.

You can't tell from the energy of the fight, but Wheeljack's more than impressed with Bumblebee so far. Speed was definitely this kid's game, and he could play it well, new body or not. More punches missed than they hit, and it didn't take long before Wheeljack could see the strategy going on here.

That moment their eyes lock, Wheeljack knows he's picked the right sparring partner. He just never thought it'd be from Prime's scout. He had to admit he didn't give the bot much of a second glance.

That certainly changed now.

The kick connects, and the Wrecker stumbles back some, almost losing his balance, and DEFINITELY losing the advantage he had.

If you want a hit in, Bee, now's your chance!]

[There.

He sees the opening. He takes it.

The built up tension and intense focus finally finds an outlet. He's moving forward the second his feet touch the ground. He leans into the stride, taking his forward momentum with him into the swing.

His fist makes solid contact.]

[The hit connects, right on Wheeljack's upper chest, just near his injuries. It's enough to send him back a few paces, clutching that area with his hand. It hurt, definitely, more than Wheeljack would ever like to admit.

But where there would normally be cursing and yelling, there were grit teeth, in somewhat of a smile.

Why hadn't he looked into this kid's fighting before? Who knew a Scout could pack a punch like that?]

I...I like it, Kid. You're not bad at all.

Could take on a Wrecker, that's for sure.

[Bee's eyes flash triumphantly, just for a moment. Bee's under no illusions: he knows if the fight goes on, Wheeljack would be the inevitable victor. It was a good fight anyway, one that Bee hadn't even known he'd needed until it was over. Thanks to Wheeljack, he feels a little more at home in this body, a little more like himself. Bruises and all.]

[Absentmindedly, he opens his mouth for a retort, lips moving ("You're not so bad yourself.") until he realizes that nothing's coming out.]

[No time to dwell on the thought, because Coronamon chooses that moment to come between Wheeljack and Bee, as if they were still fighting. He sneaks in between the pair, paws out and looking rather frazzled.]

All right all right, break it up! Break it up!

Edited 2014-01-18 09:25 (UTC)

[Wheeljack's arm shakes, as if sending the pain out his body through that, as he steps forward. There was something about sparring that was universal. And he doesn't realize it until Bee silently moves his mouth.

Words weren't needed for any of it. Bee, who couldn't talk, and Wheeljack, who always said the wrong things...none of that mattered in a spar. Maybe that's why Wheeljack liked it, and wondered why he hadn't seen it in the Scout before.

Although that ends when the Coronamon makes his entrance between them, holding up his hands in defense to it.]

Hey, hey, nothin' like a good spar, right?

[His glance returns to Bee, smirking.]

C'mon, let's go grab some fuel.

[Vanguard just grumbles to himself, hovering protectively close to Bumblebee.

As exhilarating as this has been, he has to shake out his hand too. His knuckles smart from hitting a ~~brick wall~~ solidly built fighter. (Sometimes it feels like humans do just about as much damage to themselves as other people.)

Bumblebee perks up at the suggestion, nodding. Boy he could use a bite- he hadn't known he was hungry until Wheeljack mentioned it. He curls and uncurls his hand before reaching into his pack and retrieving the D-Terminal. He holds up up to Wheeljack in emphasis. Maybe his voicebox isn't up to talk, but he's always found a way to communicate with the others.

He'll send Wheeljack a message.]

Where you thinking? Cafe?

[He looks at the D-Terminal a moment, at first surprised that he was even getting a message, only to relax when he realizes it's just Bumblebee. Despite...you know, seeing him take it out.

He reads it, though, a lip slowly curling up.

Pfft.]

I got somethin' better.

C'mon, kid.

[An arm wraps around his shoulder as he starts walking, nodding for the Digimon to follow.]

Ever hear of a burger?

[Sorry, Wheeljack. If he could think of a less awkward way to communicate, he'd do it in a heartbeat.]

[Bee raises an eyebrow. Burger? He just shakes his head slowly at the taller man. He gives Wheeljack a questioning look as they walk along the path together. His body's scuffed up and sweaty and a little sore, but he still feels pretty energized. ~~All he's had is hospital food since he got here, save him Wheeljack~~]

[The feeling's mutual, Bee. It's been forever since he's fought anything new. Bulkhead was his usual sparring partner, and then Arcee as of recently, sans the whole sickness thing. But now Bee threw something new into the mix.

It was refreshing.

To the perked eyebrow, though, he gives a smirk.]

Trust me. Ya won't want anythin' else.

That's for sure. It's like half his diet...

You make a good argument. I'm in.

Least when we get there, we won't have to worry about Decepticons paying a visit.

[No crashing energon mines, clashing with vehicons- just sitting down and having one of those ... burgers, they were called?]

Edited 2014-01-21 04:08 (UTC)

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[text] lol whoops. misread

[text] no prob!

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