Bumblebee (
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[Video // Second Transformation]
[For all you night owls out there, Vanguard decides that now (just five minutes past midnight in an abandoned house at the edge of HospiTown) is the perfect time to voice his displeasure.:]
As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.
[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]
I'm not scared. I'm annoyed
[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]
Can we just go now?
[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]
[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]
[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]
What're you doing-!?
[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]
-can't take it from me!
[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]
[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]
As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.
[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]
I'm not scared. I'm annoyed
[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]
Can we just go now?
[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]
[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]
[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]
What're you doing-!?
[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]
-can't take it from me!
[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]
[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]
audio;
[The former BP unit was totally prepared to launch into curious questions, but, the end of the transmission sort of changes that.]
What happened!
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[Vanguard, however, seizes it and turns it to video. He's not nearly as composed. He's talking quietly at least, as if he's afraid something will hear.] This thing came flying at us, screamin' like a banshee! I'm havin' a heart attack here.
[video]
That's--
[whoa wait what -- who is that.]
Thing? What kind of thing?
[video] lol. edit city. sorry.
I dunno! It was all white and floaty and scary looking. I ain't never a ghost in person before.
[A pause before he redirects his attention back towards the person on the line.] Hey you. Uh. What's your name?
[video] IT'S OKAY
[Seriously, birdbrain, that's the best you can do?]
[He seems to shrink back a little, at the question.]
... Kagerou. Who are you?
[video] IT'S OKAY
Kagerou, you ever run into any of those things before? You know. Ghosts?
[video]
[He actually bows a little, head and shoulders.]
I'll remember.
[Then he shakes his head.]
No. There weren't any where I was built.
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Where you were... built? What, you some kind of robot too?
[Vanguard blinks. He doesn't notice Bumblebee look off screen. And then move off into the dark.]
[video]
[He tilts his head.]
Your partner left.
[video]
[Suddenly, it registers just what Kagerou has said.] What!?
[He stands up, looking off frantically around for his partner and failing to find him in the room.]
Where'd he run off to?!
[video]
He went over that way. On the screen.
[video]
[Some time later- about ten minutes, about- before the video comes back on again. Vanguard is back with the D-terminal and he looks sufficiently frazzled, but no longer panicked.]
Are all you robots this reckless?
[video]
[Just when he thought sitting here was a waste of time, the feed is back. Hey! That's good, right?]
Reckless? [He grimaces, and looks at the cast on one arm.] Maybe.
What happened?
[video]
He just went off and decided to have a chat with it.
[More like 'listen,' since Bumblebee can't really speak.]
[video]
Is that bad?
[No honey "chat" means talk, get up to speed on social skills here.]
[video]
A chat? You know what a chat means, right?
[It's almost like dealing with Bumblebee when he first arrived. Lots of questions about things that came completely natural to Vanguard.]
[video]
Is it like... talk?
Talking?
[video]
[Thoughtfully] Kagerou, I got a question for ya.
[video]
[He tilts his head a little.]
What... is it?
[video]
[This is actually a relevant question. Because he's not about to ask this guy to go traipsing around if he's got like two broken legs.]
[video]
[He looks down at his arm, and nods slowly.]
The mechanic put me here. He said I was damaged. Badly... so did others. Even though I don't remember it.
[video]
Well, if you're all beat up, there's no way I'm gonna ask you for a favor...
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... Do I gotta explain what a ghost is?
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What did it want?
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