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

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

[Despite the INTERESTING flight, Bee's still in a rockin' good mood.]

You know, Whirl- with our forms back, we can get around this place a lot faster. No more walking unless we want to take a stroll.

[Action]

[oneeyedterror]

And? If you want to wheel around everywhere I ain't gonna stop ya.

[Look at how much he's not caring here, Bee. Look at it.]

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

Oh c'mon. Admit it. You're just as excited as I am to be back in your own body too.

[Action]

[oneeyedterror]

... Eh, not really.

[Whoops, didn't mean to say that outloud. Gonna just pretend he didn't say anything.]

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

So flying me around and spinning me like a top in mid-air.

Transforming into a helicopter.

That was all just a chore, huh?

[Action]

[oneeyedterror]

No, that was fun.

[But he is going to grip one of Bee's shoulders with a claw.

Probably a bit tighter than what is comfortable.]

But some things aren't worth it.

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

Whirl? Hey - [It isn't quite painful, but he does feel the pressure and the strain of metal under his claw. The humor gradually drains from his expression and he might grasp part of Whirl's wrist before he glances up at Whirl's face. RUDE.]

What are you talking about?

[Action]

[oneeyedterror]

Eh... Nothing. [Letting go and shaking his lamp head. In fact he's moving to leave now.]

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

[He'll run a servo over the metal of his shoulder. No damage. Just... enough to cause confusion. What was that about?]

My shoulder [There you go again, Whirl. Bee never knows what to make of you. If Whirl starts to leave, Bee may just start to follow.] doesn't agree with that being nothing.

[Action]

[oneeyedterror]

Didn't know shoulders could talk.

[And that's all Whirl is going to say about that, as he quickly transforms and takes off.

One good thing about being a flier, he doesn't have to try to hard to lose a carbot.]

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

[There really isn't much Bee can do as Whirl transforms. He can't say he feels like the conversation is over.]

Whirl, come on. Get back here.

[There's little force behind his words, and he knows Whirl likely won't listen. He tries anyway.

We ain't done talkin, man.]

[Action]

[oneeyedterror]

[Whoops, can't hear you Bee.

So still flying away, totally ignoring the other Autobot.]

[Action]

[proveyourmetal]

[Bee will just watch the other depart with a sigh. One of these days, Bee will figure out how to get him to talk without clamming up or jumping ship. That day isn't today, apparently.]