[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Off The Beaten Path [Closed]
Jul 23, 2021 18:09:28 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Jul 23, 2021 18:09:28 GMT -5
--For sure! Once I’ve met Windshield and things have begun moving there, it’ll be next on my list. Once I’ve spoken to Raf about it, anyway.--
While it seemed like a fantastic idea, it would be a lot of work for Raf, too. As a human, and the only one who could understand Bumblebee? He would have to come up with ways to help the others understand the differences in tone and pitch for various words and actually teach them how to recognize what was being said. Maybe they’d have to pre-record some words just so they could get used to each sound — gosh though what words would even be useful for them to know? Maybe once they learned the more important words, other things could be taught to the point he could have conversations.
He was getting a little ahead of himself, and realized that things should be taken one thing at a time. While he did want to feel useful again and to keep busy? There was such a thing as doing too much. He already had patrols and school runs to take care of, on top of monitor duty and other errands around the base.
This was a nifty idea for certain, but it wasn’t a huge priority in the grand scheme of things — even if it would be awesome to have the other humans around the base able to understand him, even if it was only a few words.
Just like Optimus, Bumblebee would fall into a quiet lull as they walked. A comfortable silence while he thought over what the lessons would be like, and if it could even be done. At the very least, the conversation with the Prime had got him thinking about something he hadn’t ever considered, and while the goal was only a small one? It was something to focus on.
While he was semi-distracted with his thoughts, he remained alert to his surroundings, especially as they headed straight toward the road. A gentle whir of optics, he watched — looking into the distance for any signs of humans, be it the glint of a moving car or some other vehicle, or some poor soul hitchhiking this far out.
Thankfully, things seemed clear.
The lack of conversation did not trouble him — the words that had been said were more than enough for him to mull over for a while. He knew and understood that Optimus wasn’t one for being social, and was thankful that he’d sought him out at all.
It’d helped. It really had.
The movement from the Prime was a familiar one, though Bumblebee wouldn’t follow suit in his own transformation — at least not until Optimus had shifted. As the Peterbilt settled on dry earth, another sound of transformation sounded as the yellow Scout shifted forms.
Out of respect for the Prime, he would not start moving, allowing Optimus to lead on, even if it was nothing more than a short drive back to Omega, one that Bee had made probably hundreds of times by now.
While it seemed like a fantastic idea, it would be a lot of work for Raf, too. As a human, and the only one who could understand Bumblebee? He would have to come up with ways to help the others understand the differences in tone and pitch for various words and actually teach them how to recognize what was being said. Maybe they’d have to pre-record some words just so they could get used to each sound — gosh though what words would even be useful for them to know? Maybe once they learned the more important words, other things could be taught to the point he could have conversations.
He was getting a little ahead of himself, and realized that things should be taken one thing at a time. While he did want to feel useful again and to keep busy? There was such a thing as doing too much. He already had patrols and school runs to take care of, on top of monitor duty and other errands around the base.
This was a nifty idea for certain, but it wasn’t a huge priority in the grand scheme of things — even if it would be awesome to have the other humans around the base able to understand him, even if it was only a few words.
Just like Optimus, Bumblebee would fall into a quiet lull as they walked. A comfortable silence while he thought over what the lessons would be like, and if it could even be done. At the very least, the conversation with the Prime had got him thinking about something he hadn’t ever considered, and while the goal was only a small one? It was something to focus on.
While he was semi-distracted with his thoughts, he remained alert to his surroundings, especially as they headed straight toward the road. A gentle whir of optics, he watched — looking into the distance for any signs of humans, be it the glint of a moving car or some other vehicle, or some poor soul hitchhiking this far out.
Thankfully, things seemed clear.
The lack of conversation did not trouble him — the words that had been said were more than enough for him to mull over for a while. He knew and understood that Optimus wasn’t one for being social, and was thankful that he’d sought him out at all.
It’d helped. It really had.
The movement from the Prime was a familiar one, though Bumblebee wouldn’t follow suit in his own transformation — at least not until Optimus had shifted. As the Peterbilt settled on dry earth, another sound of transformation sounded as the yellow Scout shifted forms.
Out of respect for the Prime, he would not start moving, allowing Optimus to lead on, even if it was nothing more than a short drive back to Omega, one that Bee had made probably hundreds of times by now.