10th shot fired [text -> audio]

[oneeyedterror]

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[Whoops, looks like someone is having issues with the Terminal device. But hey! It's clicks to audio and the voice is Whirl's but there is something more... Mechanical to it, and it seems a bit further away than usual too.]

Slagging hell. Claw friendly my backside.

We got any good medics around here, cause I need to know what to do when you can't feel your head or hands anymore.

[Of course anyone near the outskirts of town can spot Whirl as he is, 30+ foot tall robot he is, but for now he's going to try and turn the terminal off. Enjoy the sounds of claws scraping and clacking against it and failing to turn it off.]

Comments

[one_shallstand]

[oh. OH. The hands. He hadn't... he hadn't thought of the hands.

Still, Optimus shows no outward sign of his internal monologue]

So. This is your true form... as well as mine.

Are you adjusting well?

[oneeyedterror]

When you've lived a certain way for over four million years, you adjust.

[He seems to be more focused on.... Sizing Optimus up then anything else right now.]

... A few differences, but you do look a lot like Pax. It's creepy.

[one_shallstand]

... I see. Very well.

[he won't comment on the fact he seems to be having trouble with his device just yet]

... Is it? Well, we are different iterations of the same individual, in a way...

[oneeyedterror]

[That's because the Terminal is a piece of shit! Whirl is used to things not being claw friendly.]

It is when I know you're not him. Anything else I can help you with?

[one_shallstand]

No... but if there's anything I could help you with...?

[oneeyedterror]

No, there isn't.

[Grump response, hit a nerve there Optimus because Whirl is going to turn his attention back to his Terminal.]

[one_shallstand]

... are you sure? I'm certain there are issues that we all share with out change in form... like how our partners relate to us, and the issue of lodging...

[he legitimately didn't mean anything to do with your hands, Whirl, just the fact that we're both giant robots right now]

[oneeyedterror]

I haven't seen either of my pests since I woke up, and why do you think I'm out here?

[Seriously Optimus, these are all things Whirl considered. Well, the lodging at least. S'why he's on the outskirts of the town instead of in it.]

[one_shallstand]

I have ensured a place to power down. It is in a building inhabited by several evolved Digimon themselves, and they have given me access to what could be considered analogous to a garage.

It is quite spacious. We could share it.

[oneeyedterror]

I'm fine out here.

[His optic narrows, he kind of doesn't want to stay anywhere near Optimus ok?

It'd be weird.]

[one_shallstand]

... If that is your wish. But in any case, the offer remains... open.

[Optimus looks, if only for a brief moment, sad. But again, only briefly]

[oneeyedterror]

[Optimus, you always look sad.]

Hm, anything else?

[one_shallstand]

... I am afraid not. I will take my leave.

[and he turns to do just that]