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Bumblebee ([personal profile] proveyourmetal) wrote in [community profile] themainframe2014-01-29 04:24 pm

[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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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-03 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[The past could still hurt, even if it wasn't the present. He nods anyway; there's no point in saying so and possibly dampening any good moods further. Better to think about this, than past troubles for either of them. As his perch shivers a little from laughter, Terra's quick to readjust his footing and his balance; falling would NOT be fun! he didn't think he'd be allowed to but better safe than concussion.]

It certainly makes finding you a little easier, if you're nearby. Find hole, acquire giant robot.

[A lot of Bumblebee's friends must have come by to see him by now. He's sure he'd spotted other sentient machines skulking about.. and a couple ponies in alarming colors.

Bumblebee's pause to find the right phrase certainly keeps his attention, though this matter of leaps of faith draws instant uncertainty. Is he going to have to jump off a building or something?]


... What sort of leap of faith?

[Not that he didn't trust Bee of course, but hitting metal could be like hitting ground and at speed it wouldn't be fun...]
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-03 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Blank stare.

Now, Terra's been to Neverland. He did have a solid concept of what throwing yourself at the ground and missing MIGHT entail. Except he's almost completely certain Bumblebee has no pixie dust.

So it's a matter of trust. Terra's not so good at trust anymore, not after repeatedly having that trust abused. So there isn't an immediate response, which might be a little disheartening. ... Except he doesn't see a way this could possibly go badly. Whether or not he was willing to risk friendship, Bumblebee did seem trustworthy.]


.... Alright. Just say when. What am I supposed to jump off of?

[Faith is difficult. But he'll take a chance.]
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-03 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Terra's reaction time is really good, honed by years of training, and that moment is all he really needs - but he also isn't expecting his perch to fall out from underneath him. It's a surprise, but he doesn't think that he's suddenly going to be slapped out of the air. Things will be fine. Whatever it was Bee wanted to show him, it would surely be worth it.

He has no idea at all that Bumblebee's kind can turn into other things.

The sound of machinery and electronics is in no way a warning, and there's no further clue as to what's going on as he's suddenly shrouded in machinery and bounces into a seat instead of hitting the ground. It's a comfortable seat. For several long moments Terra just sits there, clearly not entirely sure what just happened. He's never even seen a car before, not one like this. It's a spectacular introduction. It processes gradually that Bumblebee turned into some kind of a vehicle.

...

.....

That is completely awesome. Shapeshifting self-willed machines! Right about now Terra probably should say something, but once his surprise of being suddenly inside a thing instead of falling through the air wears off, he twists in his new seat to look around in sudden intense curiosity and delight. He doesn't know what kind of vehicle this is, but he does know it's a vehicle. More seats! What's the wheel for? And the pedals on the floor? Glass windshield! Little mirrors - conveniently placed, that's a good way to see what's coming behind you, he's going to use that later for something else.. And that must be why some of Bumblebee's panels were a different color. Now all the color pieces seem to be on the outside.

No, no. Focus. Say something. Don't just rattle around like a marble in the bottom of a jar.]


That's amazing!

[...Well, it's a start, not exactly complex dialogue but it's something.]
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[One of the nice parts about traveling to different worlds is seeing things you've never seen before. Like cars. And robots that turn into cars.

Now all he wanted to know is if this vehicle shape could manage to get through forests.]


I can safely say I've never encountered anything like it! .. you. Anything like you. ... Hey are you able to travel over rough terrain like this?

[No, calling people 'it' even on accident isn't a nice thing and he knows it. Even though Terra really WANTS to poke at things (there's an array of buttons less than two foot away singing a siren's song of poke this you know you want to, but self control about these things is important, and he doesn't.]

Ah? Good. Everyone deserves a fun time. I know of Sora, but I'm afraid the name Raf doesn't ring any bells. A friend of yours?

[It's only when distracted by the idea of whoever Raf was, and Sora, that the impulse to poke buttons fails to be restrained. Radiobutton, what does it do??]
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-09 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
So what are you, like this? I know it's some sort of vehicle but I've never seen one like it before. Almost like the karts Queen Minnie and her friends raced but there's a roof. ..And windows...

[So a little like a kart but not at all, hopefully Bee won't find it insulting.

... Of course having a window rolled down is just a good excuse to half-climb-out as Bumblebee begins moving; he's careful to hang on, but he wants to see the outside too! It's a good thing Terra has both a good grip and a good sense of balance. Hey, is that a handle? ...Common sense means he doesn't pull open the door while partly leaning on it.]


Is Raf here then? I'd like to meet him sometime, if he's such a good friend of yours.

[Bumblebee seemed to be a reasonably good judge of character and expanding one's pool of frie-- allies never hurt any, right? There's only a moment's pause at re-mention of Sora. It comes with a brief chuckle.]

Where did you get 'friends' from knowing someone is there? I know who he is but we're not friends. I've just run across him once or twice.

[It's not something he apparently thinks about much, since his attention is still very obviously mostly on Bumblebee's current shape. It's so neat. He wanted to be able to turn into a .. whatever this was!]
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-09 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[It's repeated carefully. Automotive vehicle. High performance. Sports-cars. Urbana 500 sounded like Urban, maybe this design was for cities? That would explain why its base was so low to the ground.. probably good for speed, not so much good for rocks.

After a moment's consideration whether or not it woudl be a bad idea to climb onto the roof, Terra settles back into the passenger's seat. Whatever else, this definitely beat walking. Why didn't more places have sports cars??]


Hm, I can see your point, but there's something to be said also for seeing missing friends and knowing they're safe instead of just guessing and hoping. But if this really is a warzone.. or will be eventually, it's no place for any young person.

[Kids, younger or older. Terra was barely out of kid-dom himself, and he knew it. Ven wouldn't belong here. He'd love it, all of it, Terra suspected ... but that kind of risk wasn't worth it. He'd just have to trust Aqua would keep them both safe.

Almost absently he reaches for the dashboard and opens and closes one of the small vents there a couple times. Whatever that was for, it was pretty mobile..]


No need to apologize, mixups happen sometimes. When we ran into each other he was certainly...

[Terra's brow furrows slightly, eyebrows pulling together. What's a polite way to put it?]

... Energetic. I can't say I make friends easily myself, but I like to think the ones I do have will last a lifetime. I never thought I'd run into someone else who shares my name though. Do you know what this other Terra's like?
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-09 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Terra's not about to break anything. He's being careful even if he's surrounded by metal. It's still someone's actual physical body, and there's only so much that's even okay when it comes to someone else. Breaking things was simply out of the question. It never occurs to him, and maybe never would, to intentionally cause damage to an Autobot's interior.

Exterior is another matter, if push came to shove. But inside? That just wasn't right. Terra didn't really bother with the idea of honor too much, but it was there anyway. Bee was being kind, abusing that would be the wrong thing to do.

And he is not touching the steering wheel. Or the pedals. He's curious about what they're for but they look more important than vents.

That it is definitely not some other Terra that Bee - and thus Sora - was talking about, he doesn't say. He recognizes it anyway, but saying so ... no. A little anonymity even for a little longer was a comfortable thing, and he was not comfortable with that boy.]


It seems to be that way a lot more than it ever should. The fates of worlds or universes or whatever, in the hands of ... kids. Human kids, robot kids.. alien kids. Look at our Digimon. They're by and large calling in children to save the world. Adolescents and younger.

[It's sobering to an incredible amount, and dims some of Terra's glee at Giant Robot as effectively as sandpaper strips the shine off paint.]

I've seen you in another form. If I had to hedge my bets I'd say in your kind's terms, you're not all that old either. And yet here you are... fighting for something you never asked to. .. 'again', I bet. It makes me wonder how many of those kids all this rests on ever make it long enough to grow up.

[He doesn't. Aqua doesn't. Ven...]

... What a sobering topic.
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-09 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[War always exacts a price. The extinction of a species was a terrible one. Maybe one day there would be hope again for Bumblebee's people, when the fighting stopped and people put their full efforts into restoration, not destruction.]

I know about peace. That's basically it right there. Days chaining into each other, and all the fears and worries you have are about things like what to have for dinner and if your friend wants to go to the beach, or if you'll pass a test instead of whether or not you'll still be alive the next day. It seems so boring on the surface, but ... anyone who's had it I think would always want it back. War takes it all away but on the other hand..

[Terra shifts in his seat a little, brow furrowing. He didn't like talking at length like this, but maybe Bumblebee could use it. War had a way of eroding things like hope.]

It gives us something to really fight for. Our lives might be miserable and full of danger, but somewhere out there are people who get to lead their unworried lives without interruption because of it. Lives get saved, spared the worst of all of it. And maybe one day when the fighting's done, then you can have that sort of peaceful, lazy life too. Maybe then your people can turn their attention and power to finding a way to undo the price you've had to pay.

[Because it was worth it. Surely. Suffering now meant others wouldn't have to. They wouldn't have to fight, risk their lives, possibly die or worse..

The topic turns inexorably back to Sora, and Terra remains silent for a time, thinking it over. He didn't think it was accidental, and Bee was likely very aware he had the right person. Why else would he continue returning to the topic? He didn't want another lecture about why he should like and trust someone he barely knew, someone who seemed a little too eager to push that envelope.]


Sometimes there's only one peace you can bring to someone. And time will handle that long before he comes along. Don't worry about it, or Sora. Things work out somehow, don't they?
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-10 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe if things had been different, if circumstances hadn't been so bizarre, someone like Bee might have gotten a visitor that offered to teach him how to save lives and maintain the balance on more than just a one-war scale. He seemed to have the right sort of spirit for it.

But here, things were a bit different, weren't they?]


No reason to say sorry. It might be a heavy subject... but this is a pretty fun, relaxing ride. Isn't it? Nobody's attacking. Nobody's trying to kill us or the people we care about. [Right now.] For right now, for this moment ... things are okay.
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[personal profile] brokenground 2014-02-11 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Terra's okay with quiet. He's done a lot more talking than he usually does, and some silence afterwards was a comfortable enough thing. He didn't have to fill it with noise.

Besides, there's a car ride to enjoy. His first ever, in fact. There were many burdens to worry about, but none of them could he do anything about right now... so he's not going to worry about it right now.]


... Sure. Waterfalls are pretty neat.

[And it's more map pieces to fill in ... and more time spent fairly comfortably. He had no complaints.

Sometimes peace came in precious little increments, to be enjoyed while they last. Maybe this is one of them.]