Ep 2 - Readjustment Blues (Closed)
Nov 25, 2014 4:52:50 GMT -5
Post by Dart on Nov 25, 2014 4:52:50 GMT -5
Dart continued walking. The path she knew by heart, she led him carefully down an embankment, taking time to pick their way carefully down. As Buffalo spoke, the courier listened, but a growing look of honest bafflement had appeared on her face.
Okay, she had to simply wonder if he was pulling her leg. Dart liked horses. She'd always been drawn to them, and loved to watch them. However, she was confused about this revelation. Why would there be even a creature like that on a planet where everyone turned into vehicles? Why would you need a beast of burden when you had fellows like Buffalo himself.
In fact, why would you think of climbing on top of something with a brain when heck, you could just transform and drive down the road and save yourself the trouble of accidentally getting tossed head over heels and promptly stomped on.
Other fauna, she'd heard of. Mostly in oaths though. She struggled to think if she'd ever heard this term from anyone over the years; the answer was no, she hadn't. Okay, back to- they called them Zap-Ponies? Dart had heard about retrorats and petrorabbits, turbofoxes and-
Blue optics dimmed under the shadow of her helm. She lost her train of thought and lifted her nose, turning her head back and forth as if trying to catch some far off distant scent to pull in and analyze. When that faint drift of carrion rose up, she immediately turned back to keep her nose aligned with the breeze.
The snap of his fingers sent her spoiler perking up to the sound. The courier swung her head back to him as the crunch of shrub under his hoof-like foot drew her attention fully back. When Buffalo pointed at her chest the courier instinctively shied aside and rolled her shoulder to protect those deep gouges over her sigil. She caught herself immediately; he hadn't come closer or poked her, but over the last few months there were times where things tapped along the damage at odd angles and hurt. Dart didn't want someone accidentally bumping her too hard. Running at speed was bad enough at times.
Then she was embarrassed and ducked her chin. He'd only pointed at her lightning bolt. She forgot about the paint job to be honest. Right now she was suddenly grateful the mark wasn't on her hip. That totally would take the meaning of Pony Car and put it into the toy aisle covered with glitter, no thank you.
"No no, it's okay, I mean, no no, why would I kick you, sir? " she frowned.
The big mech seemed genuine in this comment, in some memory of something he'd seen long ago. It didn't feel like a mean thing to say, there wasn't the curled lip or dismissive "you glitchy thing", and his gesture echoed that. Dart's hands fell to her sides and her fingers wrapped around the top of the hip panniers. She clicked the latch with her fingers.
"S'okay," she said quickly. "My fault. Got distracted by - they have lightning bolts on them? Really? Zap Ponies? I've never even heard of them, sir. That's all. They sound..."
"Amazing," Dart admitted. Her spoiler pricked over her shoulders slightly in genuine interest. "Were they racers, then? Where did you see them? Back on- Cybertron, I mean home, sir? Or a different place?"
Okay, she had to simply wonder if he was pulling her leg. Dart liked horses. She'd always been drawn to them, and loved to watch them. However, she was confused about this revelation. Why would there be even a creature like that on a planet where everyone turned into vehicles? Why would you need a beast of burden when you had fellows like Buffalo himself.
In fact, why would you think of climbing on top of something with a brain when heck, you could just transform and drive down the road and save yourself the trouble of accidentally getting tossed head over heels and promptly stomped on.
Other fauna, she'd heard of. Mostly in oaths though. She struggled to think if she'd ever heard this term from anyone over the years; the answer was no, she hadn't. Okay, back to- they called them Zap-Ponies? Dart had heard about retrorats and petrorabbits, turbofoxes and-
Blue optics dimmed under the shadow of her helm. She lost her train of thought and lifted her nose, turning her head back and forth as if trying to catch some far off distant scent to pull in and analyze. When that faint drift of carrion rose up, she immediately turned back to keep her nose aligned with the breeze.
The snap of his fingers sent her spoiler perking up to the sound. The courier swung her head back to him as the crunch of shrub under his hoof-like foot drew her attention fully back. When Buffalo pointed at her chest the courier instinctively shied aside and rolled her shoulder to protect those deep gouges over her sigil. She caught herself immediately; he hadn't come closer or poked her, but over the last few months there were times where things tapped along the damage at odd angles and hurt. Dart didn't want someone accidentally bumping her too hard. Running at speed was bad enough at times.
Then she was embarrassed and ducked her chin. He'd only pointed at her lightning bolt. She forgot about the paint job to be honest. Right now she was suddenly grateful the mark wasn't on her hip. That totally would take the meaning of Pony Car and put it into the toy aisle covered with glitter, no thank you.
"No no, it's okay, I mean, no no, why would I kick you, sir? " she frowned.
The big mech seemed genuine in this comment, in some memory of something he'd seen long ago. It didn't feel like a mean thing to say, there wasn't the curled lip or dismissive "you glitchy thing", and his gesture echoed that. Dart's hands fell to her sides and her fingers wrapped around the top of the hip panniers. She clicked the latch with her fingers.
"S'okay," she said quickly. "My fault. Got distracted by - they have lightning bolts on them? Really? Zap Ponies? I've never even heard of them, sir. That's all. They sound..."
"Amazing," Dart admitted. Her spoiler pricked over her shoulders slightly in genuine interest. "Were they racers, then? Where did you see them? Back on- Cybertron, I mean home, sir? Or a different place?"