We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Post by Raf Esquivel on Feb 2, 2019 17:11:07 GMT -5
Raf had been tense when Javelin entered the room, and like Miko, had tried to prepare for a possible sudden shifting of position. A tighter grasp, getting a little lower so he couldn’t be flung off...but it seemed the large cassette was settling down. He mentally sighed in relief.
He looked up at Miko and nodded when she asked if he was ok. He still felt anxious, on edge, but at least he knew Javelin wasn’t about to be attacked now – at least not the way things were going.
“I’m ok,” he said lowly, feeling a little guilty. He didn’t like having others worry about him.
He gently patted Bolo’s neck again, and with another “Good Boy” , he turned his attention to Javelin.
Raf hadn’t had the chance to really meet her, so to him she was new. Larger than Arcee, she was a dark blue with purple accents and pale biolights. She was close to Bee’s size – to Raf that was a good size, not too big, although compared to Raf, still large.
It got awkwardly quiet for a minute, and Raf wondered what to do or say. He wanted to know more about what was happening....he actually wanted to be out there...but at the same time he knew he didn’t. He didn’t want to see everyone so hurt, and yes, energon could make him and Miko very ill.
“We’ve been teaching Bolo some things,” Raf suddenly blurted, wanting something, anything, to talk about, “I don’t know what Carbine taught him before, but...we’re teaching him some things. Do you want to see?”
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Javelin’s mind was caught between her duties here, and what she knew was taking place back in the medibay. A part of her was embarrassed at her reaction to being told she might have to stay there and help. She felt bad about abandoning Carbine there, but….she had a hard time with hospitals. The sounds, and the smells….brought back memories she didn’t want to deal with.
Couldn’t deal with.
The voice of the young male brought her back to the present, and she focused on his small face. She tried to avoid eye contact with Bolo, not wanting to push him away from the apparent easy feeling the cassette had at the moment. She made certain to keep her own body relaxed as well.
“I’m not sure what Carbine taught him, but I’m certain learning more wouldn’t hurt. The more he knows the better for everyone. Sure, show me what you’ve taught him!”
Things were tense for a few extra moments, it hanging in the air like a heavy blanket that draped over them all... but just as soon as everything had gone wild a short few moments prior, it was starting to calm. The children settled, Miko called him a good boy, and Raf was talking to Javelin in happier more abrupt statements. The few pats from the small female did cause Bolo's more settled posture to shift slightly however, but it was far from becoming more aggressive again. A faint wiggle of the rump, a tiny squeak of metal against metal as it inched back and forth slightly with the small movement... Bolo loved his praise, and it could always make him happy rather quick, his tongue flicking out to lick at his snout again.
Miko got him there.
Jumbled words, barely grasped phrases... as with any conversation Bolo didn't really grasp what was being discussed, picking out a couple things here or there, but overall missing the point. He did know his name though, and every mention of it caused his ear to flick around on its pivot to listen and see if they needed him for anything, only to rotate back forward to Javelin when it didn’t seem to be followed by an order of any kind.
Miko smiled brightly at Raf once he confirmed he was okay, giving a brief nod and a cheerful thumbs up, before her hand went back to resting against Bolo. She hadn’t seen what’d gone on in the Control Room, just the horrible aftermath - including Bee’s severed arm - so making sure that Raf was okay - and remained okay - was a top priority for her!
Things had settled in the room - and it was a little awkward now. What to even talk about? What’d happened? They’d already asked if everyone was okay, and it wasn’t like they could really do much to help out the situation any except stay out of the way. She just hoped Carbine had remembered to tell Bulk where she was - the last thing she wanted was for him to worry too because she hadn’t gone back downstairs!
Raf broke the almost-awkward quiet, and she’d nod enthusiastically at his words. They hadn’t managed to teach Bolo a whole lot, but the fact he’d listened to them was super neat and held potential for fun! The talking and affection seemed to perk Bolo’s mood, and as he wiggled his rump she couldn’t help but grin.
“Well we were trying to teach him to let us ride him - but uh, don’t tell Carbine that!” she laughed “For now though uhh.. Raf did you want to show her the... s h a k e thing?“ she spelled the word out, not wanting to say it and have Bolo get confused from his laying down position. She hoped his puppy brain would be able to work out that in order to shake his paw he’d have to stand up first, especially as they hadn’t told him to ‘stand’ so who even knew if that’d work! But hey, maybe Raf could convey it to him with ease.
"I think riding on Bolo would be a useful trick,” she agreed, “As long as you didn’t do it when something dangerous was going on. Bolo might forget you guys are there and run headlong into a fight.”
On the other hand, it would certainly come in handy if there was danger and the kids needed to ride the cassette out. Having Bolo used to them being on his back, taking commands from them, might be useful.
Javelin wasn’t entirely sure Bolo wanted to shake with her. The canine still seemed on high alert. He wasn’t showing any signs of anger or aggression, but she wasn’t sure if he had relaxed enough to try a trick. But the kids certainly seemed eager to show her, and she guessed if she didn’t actually reach out too much towards Bolo, just kinda half held out her hand, he might not think she was trying to remove the children.
Appearing confident, but not overly so, Javelin half held her servo out towards the cassette, keeping a distance so the canine would have to move forward to meet half way.
She attempted to encourage him, “Good boy, Bolo! Shake!”
Bolo was instantly confused as they started to give him directions. His helm rose back up, ears rotating around to listen to whoever was talking at the moment... they all seemed to want the same thing it appeared, but it didn't make sense to him. His gaze almost seemed extra blank in the way it stared across the room at Javelin, trying to piece together the words and what the context could be for the scenario at hand.
Shake? But why? Why would they want him to try to shake? They were back on his shoulders!
And he wasn’t wet...
Given the fact the one asking was out of his range behind him, and the other asking was across the room, Bolo translated it as the other word.
A roll of the weight, a snort of air filtering through vents that paired with a low rumble of systems going active again... the large canine eased one paw up into a slap at the air slightly, before his forepaws moved out and away from one another a bit further, toes planting down to curl once more slightly over the edge of the berth while his hind legs pulled out a bit for stability. At first, it may appear as if he were planning to stand upright, rocking his weight before popping up, but instead he remained low, and his helm hooked forward straight before a rather violent motion claimed his body.
A twisting of the head that slapped his ears from side to side, sliding down to a lurching twist of the torso and rump... Bolo shook alright, but it was more like trying to shake water off of his frame than it was trying to reach up a paw and say hello. He had some insight to the situation however, he managed to cobble together two Lego pieces of sense to not STAND before he did this, as there was a pretty decent chance from the violence of this movement that the children...
Miko couldn’t remember either if ‘shake’ was one of the commands Bolo knew, buuuuut it was like suuuuper baby-basic dog training level stuff, and surely if he knew other commands, shaking his paw would be up there.
If not, well, maybe they could teach him! It’d impress Carbine when he finally got back! He did say they could teach him things, after all!
She’d nod enthusiastically in agreement at Javelin’s words - hearing from another Cybertronian that riding on Bolo would be useful? Well, that pretty much cemented the idea that they should totally do that at some point. Even if Javelin’s words came with a small warning, Miko was fairly confident that she could hold on tight on the offchance Bolo did go hurtling into danger.
As Raf gave the command, followed by Javelin repeating it? She’d hold her breath, holding on a little tighter - knowing Bolo would have to move to a stand to shake his paw.
There was movement alright, but it wasn’t what she was expecting. Bolo seemed confused by the word - hesitant in his slight shift. But it was the helm hooking forwards that was the signal that-
A frantic yell. They weren’t that high up right now, given Bolo was still laying down - the distance from where they were to the berth below was still scary, but it wouldn’t hurt them if they landed properly and jumped right-this-instant. If he’d been STANDING? It’d be game over, broken legs for sure from this height! But this... This was better than the alternative of being thrown with no control.
She was higher up than Raf was, and it was a split-second of panic and fear. Looking down, the berth looked like it was way further than it was. They couldn’t hesitate, she knew what was coming - and the moment Bolo’s helm began to twist into motion, she yelped and jumped, landing with a thud on the berth below, her thick combat boots taking much of the shock - dropping to her hands and knees.
She was rattled, but she was okay. How did Bolo get that mixed up?! What possible use could that form of ‘shake’ be good for?!
After a moment of catching her breath, she’d fearfully look back to the giant casette to see if Raf made it off in one piece.
Post by Raf Esquivel on May 18, 2019 14:11:31 GMT -5
Luckily, Raf had also noticed the helm lowering faintly. It looked a lot like how his aunt’s dog look just before he shook. And at that moment he realized that Bolo had completely mistaken the word shake with...well..shaking.
His hands tightened onto where they clutched the metal of the cassette for support. He first had an idea of attempting to just...hold on and try to ride it out. Maybe if he crouched really low, he could-
Hearing Miko’s yell of warning instantly destroyed any hope he had of trying to hang on. Miko was brave. She was tough. If she was jumping, there was no way he’d remain hanging on.
Instinct kicked in. Unlike Miko, Raf never even looked to see how high they were. It was blind faith in the amazing and courageous girl he had made as a friend. He trusted her. If she said to jump, he’d jump, and just...really hope everything ended up ok.
Half flailing as he fell, eyes squeezed shut – everything was still sort of skewed with the broken glasses anyway – he landed. Unlike Miko, Raf had little coordination. He half landed on his hip with a thud, and managed to bounce around to end up on his butt, then flop over onto his back.
He lay there, gasping for breath, arms and legs spread out, like a little beached starfish, eyes still screwed shut for a moment, before he cautiously opened them, and looked around.
Bolo was so high above them. He turned his head, to see Miko looking towards him, eyes widened. He gawped back at her, eyes equally wide, in a sort of stunned expression....
Then burst into laughter.
Thumping his head back onto the bench, Raf laughed loudly and with a sort of release of tension. Almost a purging of emotion, but still mixed with a child’s delight and amusement at the insanity of what had just happened. He just lay there, a small child with one cracked lens in his glasses, hair sticking wildly up from his head, sweater vest and shirt rumpled, laughing almost helplessly.
Javelin had remained there, hand out, waiting for Bolo to do something cute. She assumed this was something the children had taught, and while still nervous, she had been assuming there would be something enjoyable and light hearted to lighten the mood.
When Bolo had lowered his head, Javelin had thought for a moment the cassette had been able to jump down from where he had been standing. She had almost been ready to call out, to tell the children to hang on, or to even put up her hands in an attempt to block the cassette.
Instead, she heard Miko yell to jump, and she started to panic.
Where were they jumping to? Weren’t they very high up for such small creatures? How easily did they smash their little inner frame? Oh God, everything was going south so quickly.
She had just been about to roll forward onto her knees, hands out, in an attempt to try and catch them before they hit the floor, praying Bolo wouldn’t assume she was going to harm them and chow down on her servos – when she saw the young female jump to the bench, and the smaller male join her.
Venting a faint sigh of relief – but only faint, it was still a rather far fall for such soft creatures, Javelin inwardly winced at hearing the double thud of them hitting the bench.
She remained still, not sure if she should try to go to their aid, or stay back, still unsure of how Bolo would react – when she heard one of the children burst into laughter.
Human laughter – it was so similar to their own, there was no way anyone could possible mistake it for anything else. Javelin smiled in relief, settling back onto to the floor, letting out a deep vent.
Bolo's shake was aggressive and fast, sharp lurching movements side to side that ended just as swiftly as they had begun. He knew however only mid way through the action that there were problems. A scrabble of tiny bodies along his back, a yelled cry to jump... he knew that word! And he knew that there was probably a problem with what he had done because of the fear laced within it. This just stressed him out a bit, as he did what they asked! But it was wrong? He didn't really understand, nor did he have a chance to really TRY to understand.
As the two humans fell with a thunk, Bolo had a similar reaction to Javelin. A want to help, a want to try to catch them, keep the two little things from becoming injured. He wanted to do anything though didn’t know what, his shake abruptly stopping while his helm started to reel around, mouth slightly agape incase he actually DID need to try to grab one before the tumbled off the berth to fall.
Once again like Javelin, Bolo seemed surprised but relieved at the laughter.
Master laughed a lot, that sharp cackle that barked out... it was so recognizable, jittered with popping sounds, sometimes joined by others making similar noises. It was joyful, happy, it meant good things, and it seemed the human was now laughing away happy despite the momentary panic sensed previously. Rolling right into the moment and not dwelling on what could have been, Bolo's processor moved past the incident in an instant, his helm reaching out.
A heavy heft of air, a sniffled push, the large snout of the dog gently poked against Raf's stomach, a few snorts of air pressed out that paired with a wiggled shift of his body. It was almost as if he was trying to join in with the laughter, his rump shifting with a small wiggle, before he pulled his helm back and pressed it out at Miko. Another nudge, a similar sniff of air...
He was just happy they were happy! And he seemed relaxed around Javelin now, more focused on the kids.
Raf made it down in one piece. Good - that was good!
But there was a weird moment of quiet in the moments after he made contact with the berth. This would either be followed by Raf letting them know he was okay, or attempting to stand up and reveal he’d landed badly and broke his leg, followed by bucket loads of tears! She would cry too if that happened, the last thing she wanted to do was have Raf get hurt due to one of her ideas!
Was he okay? He looked kind of stunned.
Then laughter. So much laughter that was honestly refreshing to hear after what’d happened today! He was okay! A hand moved to her chest as she let out a small ‘whew’ of relief.
Pushing herself up into a stand, Bolo moved before she did - and she could only watch with the worlds biggest smile on her face as the pup gently nudged Raf’s stomach. From here she could see his butt wiggling, before he turned to face her and nudge her in turn.
“Awww Bolo! We’re okay!” she cooed. Was he worried about them? Was he checking they were both in one piece? Was he even capable of things like that? He was pretty amazing, so maybe!
As he nudged her, she would lift both hands to gently rub at his face where she could reach - being careful in case his nose was super duper sensitive!
Then, she would turn to Javelin, throwing up her version of an enthusiastic thumbs-up with one hand - a loud and proud metal salute.
“We’re okay!” even if Javelin could see them moving from over there, maybe Raf flopping down like that had her worried, and she wanted to make sure she didn’t rush over to check and somehow turn Bolo into attack-mode!
Post by Raf Esquivel on Aug 24, 2019 16:14:22 GMT -5
Raf continued to laugh, as Bolo’s metallic snout pushed at his belly, and he raised both hands to lightly pat at the nose. He slowly got to his feet as Bolo turned and sniffed Miko, and moved forward to stand beside her.
He looked up at Miko, smiling ruefully, “Guess that wasn’t the best word to use.”
Raf walked over to Bolo, reaching up to lightly pat wherever he could reach, “Good Boy.”
Looking over his shoulder, he looked at Miko, then at Javelin, “Maybe it’s better if we let Carbine decide how Bolo should play with us. If I’m understanding it right, he can tell Bolo things a lot easier than we can? Because they’re sort of...joined? If we can come up with some tricks to do with Bolo, and tell Carbine, it would probably be a lot easier for him to...um...download the training to Bolo.
Maybe we should just stick to fetch and things like that. But we’d need something big enough for him to carry, but that we can lift.
Does he have any toys?”
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Javelin herself was relieved when she saw the smaller of the two children pick himself up and walk to join the other one. He didn’t seem to have any structural damage, so vented a soft sigh of relief.
She wasn’t sure if Bolo had calmed down enough to let her get any closer, so for now she’d remain where she was, and not push anything. Maybe later, if he continued seeming relaxed, she’d give a faint test.
“Fetch might be a good idea, yeah,” she agreed, “And I’m sure there are lots of other games you all could play when you’re out of this room. With more room, I mean. Like....maybe you two could hide something and have Bolo try to find it? Test his scenting technique. I’m sure Carbine would love to have a chance to show off Bolo’s tracking skills. Make it something really dirty, too, so Carbine has to get all messy getting it from Bolo.” She laughed.
Javelin tilted her head as she thought, “I...I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bolo with a toy...he might have something in here, though. Look around, see if you can find something lying around Bolo might like to play with.”
Going through her head of the things she had downloaded from the internet, she knew human versions of Bolo...”dogs”...often had soft things that made prey-like sounds when they were squeezed. She wondered if Bolo had anything similar to this, and if not....if they could make something.
Yay the humans were happy! Everyone was happy! And he got snout itches yay!
Bolo continued to relax, listening as he did before, trying to understand, trying to know if he was being told anything. As always, there was a lot of rabble, a lot of things that he just... didn’t know or had no frame of concept on. Familiar sounds, pitches and words, but nothing that made SENSE... until a couple stood out just enough.
Play? Fetch? Toy?
Bolo knew these words, and toy stood out a couple times. It was one thing to hear it once, and it was another to hear it a second time. Perking up the first, he seemed curious, but when Javelin mirrored the word framed by a bunch of other nonsense, Bolo would ease up into a stand. A long stretch, the canine's forepaws gripped at the front edge of the slab of metal while his rump pressed up into the air a moment. Long cables that ran down his sides to connect his chest mass to his hips stretched and turned a bit, a soft creak of the lines getting pulled some before he shook slightly and then hopped off of the table with a thunk.
After hopping down, luminous yellow eyes rose back up to look and make sure the humans were still up there safe and sound, sniffing at the edge of the bed a moment, before he glanced over at Javelin, and then would meander in the far end of the modified room. There were some boxes, makeshift storage containers made from excess crates from supplies that were brought in. One had a pallet that was acting as a cobbled lid, but it did little to deter the Cassette.
A shove, a clunk of wood rattling, Bolo stuffed his head inside the box a moment, before pulling back out with a mangled length of odd pipe that had some sort of red flecked inside. The pipe appeared to be specialized for a certain application, a broad gauge that most likely wasn’t the cheapest of thing, but it wasn’t as if it could be salvaged in any way at this point, for there were dents and crimped marks running down its length. The thing was flexible to an extent, but metal glinted at its end where multiple pieces could be bolted together securely.
Perhaps it was presumptuous for the not so little animal to believe this was of interest, but Bolo had a few words he actively could listen for, and a few others that he readily would try to hear well because it wasn’t just something the others wanted, it was something HE liked as well. Toy, treat, food, play, game, just a few of his favorite phrases. 'Work' was another he really liked too, actively out and about, but if he could work by protecting the kids AND play? Heck yes he would love it. With this clunking through his mind ((Although in far more simplistic terms)), Bolo would meander back to the berth.
A rattle of metal against metal, a flop and nudge with a snout... Bolo placed the pipe up by the kids, nudging it towards them some as if they could even do something with it. It was probably about eight feet long, the interior being about ten inches in diameter, while a flange of metal ran around each end, one crimped badly. The interior was coated in red rubber, while the exterior looked like a woven black rubber, some frayed marks that exposed it was multiple layers of crosshatching fibers.
For those who were rather learned in atypical items, or just clever and figuring out clues, it may be recognized as a form of hosing used to transport chemical products, the inside red coating keeping a chemical from damaging it. It probably was missed.