[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Out of the Blue [Closed]
Apr 20, 2019 0:22:29 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Apr 20, 2019 0:22:29 GMT -5
Once he got 'approvals' to help and got a container to store things in, Carbine eased forward, planting the knuckles of his left hand down into the dirt so that he could lean and properly grasp things with his right hand. He would work efficiently, his goal to try to get this part of the interaction concluded as fast as possible without breaking anything in the process. As much as he could draw it out and stall, allowing more room for conversation, there was always a risk when being out and about, even if it appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. With their luck, chances are some humans would be out in some kind of dune buggy like what Odessa had in the middle of nowhere trying to do who knows what at night, and they would get spotted.
Or more Patch would.
Carbine would go anti-chivalrous and probably turn into his Altmode to pretend everything was normal with a police chopper in the desert.
Whatever the case, he would work until she spoke and thrust her hand out towards him, the abruptness of the action causing his helm to crook up a bit along with his rotors while he focused on just what she was doing. It only took a brief moment to realize it was a more proper greeting, and an equally as brief moment for Carbine to decide it was time to play gentleman and do what he did when meeting any new Femme, Autobot and Decepticon alike. ((Other than that one Decepticon, Fuck her.))
Gently, Carbine took hold of Patch's outstretched hand, a light push angling her palm from being sideways in a classic shake posture, to be more palm down resting atop his. While she seemed young, and there was a chance that gestures of old fashion 'romance' and storybook nonsensical greetings may be lost upon her, there was also a chance she may have read some books in her downtime, or seen some old videos and clips from the countless years being functional. As such, with care, Carbine dipped his helm forward to 'kiss' the back of her hand, which ended up being just a tap of glass against back of hand should she allow it.
"I'm Carbine-"
Whether she let him do the comically out of date 'greeting' or not, Carbine didn't let it phase him, seamlessly flowing into introductions as his free hand indicated towards his chest when he said his name, before his posture changed some.
"-and̛ ̴ţhis-"
A push forward, an angling of rotors... the black and white mech seemed to hook his spine up towards the air, the backpack like form surging some away from his body as a set of white wheel like rings pulled apart and flared. The movement was quick, abrupt, the all too familiar sound of transformation filling the air as the backpack pulled away and became very much NOT a backpack after a few moments...
A slap of a paw, a wrench of a figure standing up, a thick neck peeling out from a newly formed chest holding a sturdy helm and long snout... soon, a large canine was standing atop Carbine's back, its front paws planted along his shoulders, while back paws stood on the metal posts that jutted out from his hips. The canine seemed confused a moment, long ears flicking as it looked around, before its attention snapped to Patch, helm crooking a bit in interest.
"-is Bo͡lo!"
The dog card. The cheapest card in the book to catch a ladies attention.
Nobody could resist a puppy!
Or more Patch would.
Carbine would go anti-chivalrous and probably turn into his Altmode to pretend everything was normal with a police chopper in the desert.
Whatever the case, he would work until she spoke and thrust her hand out towards him, the abruptness of the action causing his helm to crook up a bit along with his rotors while he focused on just what she was doing. It only took a brief moment to realize it was a more proper greeting, and an equally as brief moment for Carbine to decide it was time to play gentleman and do what he did when meeting any new Femme, Autobot and Decepticon alike. ((Other than that one Decepticon, Fuck her.))
Gently, Carbine took hold of Patch's outstretched hand, a light push angling her palm from being sideways in a classic shake posture, to be more palm down resting atop his. While she seemed young, and there was a chance that gestures of old fashion 'romance' and storybook nonsensical greetings may be lost upon her, there was also a chance she may have read some books in her downtime, or seen some old videos and clips from the countless years being functional. As such, with care, Carbine dipped his helm forward to 'kiss' the back of her hand, which ended up being just a tap of glass against back of hand should she allow it.
"I'm Carbine-"
Whether she let him do the comically out of date 'greeting' or not, Carbine didn't let it phase him, seamlessly flowing into introductions as his free hand indicated towards his chest when he said his name, before his posture changed some.
"-and̛ ̴ţhis-"
A push forward, an angling of rotors... the black and white mech seemed to hook his spine up towards the air, the backpack like form surging some away from his body as a set of white wheel like rings pulled apart and flared. The movement was quick, abrupt, the all too familiar sound of transformation filling the air as the backpack pulled away and became very much NOT a backpack after a few moments...
A slap of a paw, a wrench of a figure standing up, a thick neck peeling out from a newly formed chest holding a sturdy helm and long snout... soon, a large canine was standing atop Carbine's back, its front paws planted along his shoulders, while back paws stood on the metal posts that jutted out from his hips. The canine seemed confused a moment, long ears flicking as it looked around, before its attention snapped to Patch, helm crooking a bit in interest.
"-is Bo͡lo!"
The dog card. The cheapest card in the book to catch a ladies attention.
Nobody could resist a puppy!
...even if said puppy could maul faces...