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

[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]