8th Shot Fired [video]

[oneeyedterror]

[Look, it's everyone's favourite one eyed 12 year old girl who is actually a 4 million year old robot dude!

... and it looks like as he's talking to you all? Jetstream is braiding his hair, and it doesn't look like Whirl is stopping the digimon.]

Look, I kinda get that humans don't live too long and all that scrap. But you guys make up a lot of frikking reasons to have parties. And some of them are really silly, [Jetstream sort of tugs on his hair, which gets an ow.] no offense to like. Roze and her year party.

[Cause he likes Roze, but everyone else?]

Like "birthdays". Just have a frikking party because you want to, really.

[Another hair yank followed by another ow, and a huff.]

Or just think of something frikking better to celebrate.

[And then he adds, as almost like an after thought.]

Oh yeah and that annoying slagheap Misfire doesn't seem to be here anymore. Frikking pity, really.

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[oneeyedterror]

[His eye narrows a bit dangerously, it is on now Roze.]

That's because Misfire is probably the most frikking pathetic Cybertronian to exist.

... And still be alive.

[fullofthorns]

I dunno. I'd say bein' some bad-ass mega-bot trapped in a little baby girl body is pretty pathetic. [ she mused, tapping her chin and looking at the ceiling. ]

I mean, you're supposed to be some kinda big deal, but you're pretty inflexible and not at all suited for anything like...half covert, even. You couldn't pass for a girl if you tried. Heck, you'd be spotted in no time and blown to smithereens. At least Misfire coulda made it through the front door.

You play it tough and make a lotta puffed up claims but I mean, if you were so good you wouldn't have to bury it under all that bluster.

[oneeyedterror]

You're comparing me to a Decepticon named Misfire.

And I ain't made for covert anything. I used to be a Wrecker, you know what Wreckers do? We went in where no other fragger dared to go and we frikking cleaned scrap up. You don't need to be "covert" for that.

[And he huffs.]

That and it ain't like we have "girls" naturally you know.

[fullofthorns]

[ Screech. Hold up. ]

What?

No girls? Holy bajeezus. What the hell...why the eff are you a goddamn little girl then, you goddamned genius?

[ She sighs and shakes her head, running a hand down her face. ] Dude if you're gonna do somethin', you do it well. If you the best fuckin'...Wrecker, or whatever, then you oughta respectably be the best at anything else you choose to do. Includin' being a girl.

[oneeyedterror]

It's not like we need 'em.

[Well that and the only "female" Cybertronian is crazy and a killer. But Whirl can admire that.]

And it's cause, whatsit. My holoform, it was made to be all fragging intuitive. So it's supposed to be a reflection of my mental state or something like that. I ain't no psychologist.

Why the hell would I want to?

[fullofthorns]

Wait wait. So you're a gazillion year old robot dude, but inside you're a little girl>

Snrk.

Pfft.

HAHAHA. Oh man, that's priceless!

[ It takes a minute for the laughter to subside, hands rubbing at her face as she wheezes for a breath. ]

I-I...haha...I don't know man, maybe just for the hell of it. You gotta have a reason for everything you do?

[oneeyedterror]

Hey now, I know a guy who is six million years old and he's got a frikking baby for his.

[Sorry Tailgate, where ever you are, Whirl's tossing you under the metaphorical bus.]

No, but I don't see why I should do it if I don't honestly frikking feel like it.

[fullofthorns]

What if there were booze involved? Have some girl time, and then drink...and probably fight. not with Wiwako though.Just with me. I mean she can drink, but I wouldn't fight her.

[oneeyedterror]

That's just hanging out, Roze.

[Seriously, it's not girl time. It's being pals time.]

[fullofthorns]

Dude, hanging out and being girls ain't necessarily mutually exclusive. Seriously. Just give it a try. Girl stuff, I mean. Its actually pretty fun, sometimes. I mean look at me - I'm hot and love my body and all, but I like fighting and causin' trouble and I don't usually do girly shit.

BUT.

But, I do enjoy takin' care of myself and lookin' nice. I do my hair, I wear nice clothes and jewelry - some - and wear make-up and all. There's a lot to be said for takin' care of yourself as a girl instead of just as a responsibility.

Definitely helps with confidence, that's for sure.

[oneeyedterror]

[Pffft. Roze you're not going to sell Whirl on anything female.

In fact Jetstream finally speaks up, cause she's been listening in this whole time.]

Miss Roze, it's hard enough to get Miss Whirl to bathe let alone wear something that wasn't what she showed up. It's only very recently she's let me do her hair.

[Whirl huffs] That's cause it makes you happy that I let you do it. And my confidence is perfectly fine.

[fullofthorns]

You just don't wanna hang out, then. [ she remarks, cocking a brow imperiously. ]

I see how it is.

[oneeyedterror]

I'm going to your slagging year party. [SIGH.]

And we can hang out whenever, not like I'm doing anything important.

[fullofthorns]

I'll hold you to that. We don't hang out enough, really. Always some stupid shit happening. Can't get a fuckin' minute to BREATHE.

[ She glares at several of the papers before balling one up and throwing it across the room irritably. ]

[oneeyedterror]

Yeah yeah. You sure you don't need like, any kind of help?

[He's not the type to offer to help Roze, it's a fragging Christmas Miracle.]

[fullofthorns]

Loads, honestly, if you're up for it. Building, painting, decorating, cooking, running stalls. You name it, there's always room for more hands.

[ She arches a brow, looking down at her papers, then back up. ]

Whatcha wanna do, huh? You only drag in the salvage, or you up to building something?

[oneeyedterror]

[Ok that actually makes him think, and he sort of looks down at his hands and frowns.]

Eh, I'm better at wrecking scrap more than building anything. [And there is a subtle elbow jab to just stop Jetstream from saying anything.]

I guess I could paint or something like that. Or heavy lifting if you need it.

[fullofthorns]

Hm. I can use help everywhere. If you nca, I'd like you to maybe talk to the kids around the area too? Might not be my best idea, but you'er an adult that looks like a kid. Think you can get some of the kids on board? make 'em feel useful and get 'em into the spirit of things?

You can start a little army of brats, order them around, build an empire of first gen, squishy Wreckers. It'll be great.

[oneeyedterror]

... If you want a bunch of squishy kidlets you want Wheeljack. He's the one putting human kids in the Wreckers.

[WHICH WHIRL DOES NOT APPROVE OF.]

But I'll see what I can do for ya, okay?

[fullofthorns]

I don't think I've ever actually met Wheeljack, y'know. You and Miss Muffet are the only bots that have given me the time of day.

Anyways...

Sounds good, man. And I'm glad to see you again at length. I don't take my friendships lightly. Shit has just...been nuts.

If you've got questions, talk to Princess or Silver. They're headin' up a lot of stuff.

[oneeyedterror]

I'll try and introduce you. He's a fellow Wrecker and a... Friend.

[There was some kind of hesitation there, he's not the type to admit friendships so easily.]

Yeah, yeah. That and me getting my aft kicked so much and then dying didn't help on my end at least.

[... Princess and Silver. He has no idea who they are, but he nods as if he DOES KNOW.]

[fullofthorns]

Honestly I'm just glad you weren't there for my debacle. Fuckin' humiliating. Anyways, sure. I'd love to meet 'im. A friend of yours is alright in my book.

[ She smiles brightly, shooting a finger gun at the screen and clicking her tongue. ]

Call me if you need anything, alright? Otherwise just pop over to the park and help wherever you see needs helpin'. Princess and Silver will have all the plans and paperwork.

[oneeyedterror]

Uh... right.

[He got to see her digimon ask for help, though.]

Will do, Pinky. Will do.