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[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.

For the most part.

The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]

So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.

[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]

Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.

[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]

Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.

[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]

Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]

Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.

[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]

You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.

I heard that!

Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.

[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]

By the way, we're movin' out.

[And just like that, her head perks up.]

We are??

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[Smirk.]

I make no promises.

[Her digimon shakes her head slightly.]

Should I be worried about being thought about as a weapon.

Probably not.

[Blackarachnia just shrugs before turning her attention back to the feed.]

It sounds like you give this kind of advice out a lot. So how long have you been stuck here?

Saves me the disappointment of you breakin' one then. Still, I'd hate to have to come after ya.

[You looks into the feed at the other Digimon, rolling her eyes.]

Believe me, it's the least of your worries when it comes to your human partner sometimes.

Well, let's just say I've been here long enough. At least four months. By human terms.

You'd have to catch me first.

[She gives him a once over and grins.]

A spider is never easy to catch when they don't want to be found.

[Dorumon glances from the other digimon back to her partner, rolls her eyes and refocuses on the digimon.]

I'm beginning to realize that.

By human terms huh? Four months is barely anything where I'm from.

[His eyes narrow a moment. No...no that definitely wasn't Airachnid.

But the spider-jab seemed a little...too close to home. He even double checks the link.]

Yeah, not very long by those standards, but I'm not used to so much constant maintenance.

Feels like forever.

[It's not hard to notice the way he seemed to react to her her words and it makes Blackarachnia tense a little, her own eyes narrowing slightly. She's more wondering if she has to worry about this one as her right arm absently goes to her left where there's a sleeve of spider web themed tattoos with what might look like faction symbols in the chaotic mess.]

Then you've never been in a war where getting blown up and being offlined by unstable energon used to be an issue.

[Dorumon notices her tensing but doesn't say a thing.]

[She doesn't match the other spider-y themed one here, so he'll keep his trap shut. For now. But if anything funny goes down...]

Oh I have. I call it an occupational hazard rather than an issue.

It's an issue when you can't get off planet to get away from it.

[She contemplates something for a moment before making a decision. Don't worry, she has no intention of causing trouble just yet.]

Call me Blackarachnia.

Still an issue that's in the eye of the beholder.

[Because...well, he doesn't mind explosions.]

...

Before things get too warm-and-fuzzy, ya don't happen to be familiar with anyone else spider-themed. Right?

That depends on your definition of "familiar". I know who Airachnid is if that's what you mean.

[Her eyes narrow slightly.]

If you're asking whether I'm a friend of hers, then you don't know spiders very well.

[He seems to tense up a bit at that--only to have it lower back down.]

Can't say I'm familiar. I only know about Insecticons. They're bound by a single mind--live in hives.

....I'd rather off myself then live like that.

[She wrinkles her nose though remains tense.]

Spider's tolerate one another. I don't go after her prey, she doesn't go after mine. And I'm not to get on her bad side after what I've heard from the Prime.

At least ya got your standards.

[But his face turns serious at that.]

...

Wait, ya talked to Prime?

Yeah, got a problem with that.

Not sure if I should be concerned or not.

Don't worry, not gonna go off on a vendetta. Just wanna know where we stand, if we're speakin' bluntly.

Fine, if you want the blunt version. Here it is.

I'm a Predacon and I was working with the Maximals before ending up in this slag heap. I've already talked with Prime and his little band of merry bots has nothing to worry about from me.

I've even agreed to work with him more or less. But, go against Airachnid and I'm out. I don't need another slag eating psychopath going after me and attempting to offline this widow.

If I wanted that, I would have stayed home.

[Actually, that's exactly what he wanted. Look, there's even a smile forming again.]

About time someone was just upfront about this scrap.

That's a deal I can live with.

[She can already tell you're going to be a bot that gets on her nerves a lot.]

Good for you.

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