[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Up! Up! And Hopefully Not Down...
Nov 21, 2019 20:50:37 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Nov 21, 2019 20:50:37 GMT -5
A beaming look, Carbine planted his free hand on his hip in a borderline hero's stance when he was called awesome by the tiny human. Not at all meek or passive with the compliment. After the praise however, there was a question and he grunted some while he thought, eyes squinting in a frown.
"Welllll, we may need to cal̕l ͏fo̧r͡ ̸a̴ bridge. I don't know if it is s-smart to walk ̸al͝l̕ ̛the way back, and I can't fly it, but..."
Just then, Carbine hooked his frame forward some, his spine arching up as metal pushed into the air more. His rotors flared out one ether side, as a whirling hiss was the only warning before the white rings on his back spun and clunked into place as transformation kicked into gear. In just a brief moment a canine's frame wrenched out from seemingly nothingness, a helm ratcheting up and out with a lock, as paws clapped down onto Carbine's shoulders. Soon, Bolo stood proud atop the ex-cop's back, rear paws capped over the metal prongs of his hip for stability.
With the Cassette formed, Carbine wrenched upright into a more comfortable stance, Bolo hopping off and to the side with a grunt before a shake raked across his form. A swift lurch of metal, a clatter as plates shifted, the slap of long ears being flopped side to side... he stretched out his limbs some from being docked, before looking up at Master for guidance, only to then peer at Miko curiously as he had to have been summoned for SOME kind of goal, OR game!!
"Let's go aheaḑ an͞d͢ s͢teal got we k̸zźtt̀ before witnesses."
Carbine's hand lifted at his words, a white finger extending to gesture and make a 'shhh' movement, though the crook underneath the optic projections seemed to imply a smile of some sort. A stifled chuckle rumbled from his chest as his hand lowered. After this, the free hand flicked to Bolo to summon him near, before Carbine gently grabbed the back of the canine's head to guide him towards the slab of Iron Glass.
Bolo seemed confused, not really understanding the goal here, but he complied happily, plodding forward as his muzzle was gently bonked on the edge of the material before he opened his jaw. His teeth were guided to tap down right near the edge, not too far to be a real bite which was extra odd to the toddler like processor. The white panel's of the Cassettes' eyes seemed to angle slightly up at Carbine for affirmation after this, before Bolo's systems roared and he slammed the front prongs of his jaw into the glass with a snarled hiss of the powerful hydraulic press.
A growl, a crackle... the damaged integrity of the glass had zero resistance to the brute force of the bite, as a small chunk splintered out and shattered free, the chunk as well as smaller shards falling to the ground underneath like coarse glitter. After the piece was snapped clean, Carbine let go of Bolo, who stepped back a few paces, ears perking upright to look down at what he had done with a slight wiggle of his haunches.
He still had no clue why Master did that.
"Fr̷ee for all."
Carbine mused, letting Miko pick out what piece or pieces she wanted. Some of the bits were chunky, while others were probably a tad dangerous and sharp. He was trusting Miko to be responsible... hah...
"Welllll, we may need to cal̕l ͏fo̧r͡ ̸a̴ bridge. I don't know if it is s-smart to walk ̸al͝l̕ ̛the way back, and I can't fly it, but..."
Just then, Carbine hooked his frame forward some, his spine arching up as metal pushed into the air more. His rotors flared out one ether side, as a whirling hiss was the only warning before the white rings on his back spun and clunked into place as transformation kicked into gear. In just a brief moment a canine's frame wrenched out from seemingly nothingness, a helm ratcheting up and out with a lock, as paws clapped down onto Carbine's shoulders. Soon, Bolo stood proud atop the ex-cop's back, rear paws capped over the metal prongs of his hip for stability.
With the Cassette formed, Carbine wrenched upright into a more comfortable stance, Bolo hopping off and to the side with a grunt before a shake raked across his form. A swift lurch of metal, a clatter as plates shifted, the slap of long ears being flopped side to side... he stretched out his limbs some from being docked, before looking up at Master for guidance, only to then peer at Miko curiously as he had to have been summoned for SOME kind of goal, OR game!!
"Let's go aheaḑ an͞d͢ s͢teal got we k̸zźtt̀ before witnesses."
Carbine's hand lifted at his words, a white finger extending to gesture and make a 'shhh' movement, though the crook underneath the optic projections seemed to imply a smile of some sort. A stifled chuckle rumbled from his chest as his hand lowered. After this, the free hand flicked to Bolo to summon him near, before Carbine gently grabbed the back of the canine's head to guide him towards the slab of Iron Glass.
Bolo seemed confused, not really understanding the goal here, but he complied happily, plodding forward as his muzzle was gently bonked on the edge of the material before he opened his jaw. His teeth were guided to tap down right near the edge, not too far to be a real bite which was extra odd to the toddler like processor. The white panel's of the Cassettes' eyes seemed to angle slightly up at Carbine for affirmation after this, before Bolo's systems roared and he slammed the front prongs of his jaw into the glass with a snarled hiss of the powerful hydraulic press.
A growl, a crackle... the damaged integrity of the glass had zero resistance to the brute force of the bite, as a small chunk splintered out and shattered free, the chunk as well as smaller shards falling to the ground underneath like coarse glitter. After the piece was snapped clean, Carbine let go of Bolo, who stepped back a few paces, ears perking upright to look down at what he had done with a slight wiggle of his haunches.
He still had no clue why Master did that.
"Fr̷ee for all."
Carbine mused, letting Miko pick out what piece or pieces she wanted. Some of the bits were chunky, while others were probably a tad dangerous and sharp. He was trusting Miko to be responsible... hah...