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themainframe2014-01-29 04:24 pm
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[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.]
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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[ he doesn't get it at all, okay. lots of things in his life happen to be like that at the moment. ]
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Did you talk to Terra about this at all?
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[ which is true! ]
And that we are connected to each other.
[ also true! ]
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But your world is complicated.
Especially its relationships.
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[Here, Sora. He'll roll down the windows for you. Get some fresh air to help you think.]
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I still believe it'll work itself out. M'just getting impatient, I think.
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Just don't let your impatience blind your decision making abilities.
[He speaks from experience. Believe him, Sora.]
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Why is it you kinda sound like this old sage with a bottomless pit of wisdom to share?
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That would be Optimus, not me.
While I was human, Sora, I wasn't much older than you.
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[ and okay, the second half of that is just teasing. ]
And your Optimus guy... He's not like you guys.
[ Sora may or may not have tried to talk to him like twice. not much reaction to anything there! ]
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He's our commanding officer, and our teammate. But he's also something called a Prime. I'm not sure if there's anything even remotely similar for humans. Raf and Jack tried once, and said that maybe he's... a cross between a 'Pope' and a 'President'. Only far more powerful, and with the wisdom that goes back millions and millions of years.
Optimus is our leader. He's our hope.
I'm not exaggerating when I say that Optimus' spark is worth a hundred of mine.
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[ assuming DI is not a part of Earth here. so yeah... no idea if that is supposed to mean something but.... ]
But kind of sounds like someone I know. Maybe not millions of years, but then again...
[ Yen Sid, man. how long HAS that guy been around to know everything... ]
Wheeljack's mentioned him, I think. Not by name, but it sounds like you're talking about the same person - being your hope and all.
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But yes. Wheeljack was probably speaking of Optimus. If you ever meet him, you can trust him with your life.
He cares about humans as much as I do.
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[ tell him more, Bee. he never gets this kind of thing from WJ. ]
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Religious.
Hmm. How to put this.
Spiritual.
Believing in a higher power, or believing in something beyond just what we physically see.
It's faith.
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No, I kinda meant religious how.
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[ and should he mention what WJ had said about all that stuff... ]
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I guess it just means people believe in him.
[You'll have to forgive him. He's never spoken about this to anyone and it's difficult to really describe in words how important Optimus is to the Autobots and many Cybertronians.
He should. Bee would probably like to hear.]
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[ there's a pause as Sora remembers that conversation. sounds to him that maybe then WJ kind of believed it to... just too shy to admit it. ]
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