themainframe | [3rd Transformation // Anon Text // Optional Action with Bumblebee]

[When Bumblebee first emerges from the damaged apartment of 010 in his robot form, 16 feet of towering metal and living machine, Vanguard is filled with immeasurable awe an wonder.

In an hour, when he finds himself sitting in the car form of his partner, playing session after session of video game inside his cabin, that wonder becomes joy. In three hours, when Vanguard goes to tell off some insolent digimon on Bee's behalf but Bumblebee speaks up on his own first, gently resolving the situation with his own voicebox. All he feels is confusion. Six hours later, when Vanguard has to step outside and get his feet on steady ground after one of Bumblebee's races, it's irritation. The final straw happens when Vanguard finds himself held in the giant, protective metal hand of his robot partner, narrowly injured from a reckless Chosen. Saved. Protected. Lovingly guarded.

Then... it's just anger and resentment.

He leaves Bumblebee to talk with companions just beyond the hole in their apartment (hastily covered by the staff with a sheet of plastic). Bee doesn't need Vanguard to help translate his feelings to the friends he encounters outside. He laughs, and dances and transforms just fine on his own.

So the digimon retreats to their room just a few paces away. It takes ten minutes for it all to boil over. In the back of his mind, he knows he's going to calm down and regret this later but... he's not thinking about that at the time. He angrily jabs an anonymous message into the D-terminal.]

+ [Anonymous Text] +

All you Chosen. You think you're so impressive.

You could hardly take care of yourselves when you got here. You couldn't figure out how to eat, sleep or walk. Some of you couldn't even speak. We chased off digimon three times our size to keep you alive. We kept you safe on the journey down to HospiTown.

We did everything we were supposed to. We're your digimon. We were made to meet you and fix this world together.

So much for partners.

You can take your real forms and just

Just go home. We didn't need you either.

[The moment he presses send, he experiences a moment of hesitation. Of something beyond anger. Regret? He crosses his arms and tries not to think about it.]

[ooc: Vanguard (Coronamon) will respond to text anonymously while Bumblebee will react to action outside the hospital.]

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Well, it is kinda dumb.

... I think I get what you mean, and I really think you should talk to Mister Bumblebee about it.

[Yeah okay, he deserved that.]

Like I got a choice, with your big robot over there able to spill his guts to Bee whenever he wants.

[He thinks to himself for a moment, with a small 'Hnnnn']

What am I even supposed to say? "Bee, I hate your big dumb robot form, but you need to be happy and not leave, ever."

Edited (html) 2014-01-30 19:12 (UTC)

[Everyone always deserves it.]

Do you really think he'd do that? He's like...

[SHRUG, she's having a hard time reading Whirl now that he's "normal". It's weird and awkward. And he's finally speaking up, oh boy.]

What you just said seems fine, unless you're a coward about that kind of thing.

Edited 2014-01-31 01:02 (UTC)

[He goes quiet for a second as his cheeks puff out angrily]

I'm not being a coward, I'm just... being cautious!

He probably wouldn't leave if I said anything.

[More to himself than the others.] Probably.

[His voice gets strong again.] But still! There's a reason I went all anonymous instead of dumping it all on Bee.

Sounds cowardly to me.

[Whirl is a judgey asshole.]

Hoping someone would agree with you, kid?

I'm not the only one feeling like this - I'm just the only one who bothered to say it out loud. [A little, yes.]

[Pfffft, Whirl is going to laugh at you again. Thankfully Jetstream is going to take over now.]

So... How many 'mons have agreed with you so far?

[Give him a second.]

Well there was one that kinda...

Okay, not really that one.

Oh. There was one that was a little...

[He trails off. THINKING SO HARD.]

So... No one agreed.

[Jetstream doesn't believe you at all.]

[He will just rest his chin on his paw, effectively smooshing his own face in a defeated pout.]

...No. Not really...

Edited 2014-02-03 01:36 (UTC)

I thought so.

You should really just talk to Mister Bumblebee. When you're calmer that is.

[Motherly tone of voice, and wow why does Whirl has her as a digimon.]

[A sigh.]

I think I'm all out of angry.

This may be as calm as I'm gonna get.

[He may look off screen at the hole in the apartment. Bee is likely outside talking with friends.]

Then go talk to him, shoo!

[He nods, slowly. Jetstream's won this battle in the end, and he even slips off the bed and takes a few steps towards the exit.

But he stops, looking down at the terminal. He's trying to figure out what to say to Jetstream.]

Um. Look. About our talk...

Edited 2014-02-04 11:38 (UTC)

[Jetstream brings a finger to her lips, and smiles at the Terminal.]

It's our little secret until you say otherwise.

[And she means it, she'll even find a way to keep Whirl quiet if she has to.]

[He nods. Jet, he appreciates that more than you realize.

AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, THIS IS DIFFICULT FOR HIM TO SAY. He struggles with it for a bit.]

Uh. Don't get a big head about it or anything.

But thanks...

[Enjoy her confused look/tone of voice at the getting a big head comment, Vanny.]

Why would I? I'm just helping.

... Nevermind.

I'll see you around, I guess?

Yep, see you around and... Take care of yourself and Mister Bumblebee.

[Don't worry Jetstream. Thanks to your little pep talk, they'll both be just fine.]

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