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.
After quickly standing up from his crouched position, Blurr looked over to Cassandra and smiled, a souvenir? That was kind of her to offer out to him. He didn’t really even think about wanting to get anything for himself. He was too busy learning about human items that were for … well… humans– that he didn’t think about himself for once.
However he didn’t even get time to think before a squealing human child interrupted his thought process. His head immediately snapped his head over to the kid that was reaching upwards towards the boxed cars dangling off of the pegs. He took a minute to study the small vehicles and it dawned on him that it was just like the one toy that the kid had dropped earlier when they first entered the store.
That was probably the only thing he could recall actually wanting since he step foot here… not that he knew the small cars were actually sold in Wal-Mart.
Blurr turned to Cassandra, looking at her in the same excited way the kid looked at his mother. “I want it.” He stated, clearly mimicking the kid’s word choice as he pointed to the Hot Wheels. He was clearly just playing around, and didn’t mean it in any rude way…
“Also I want his shoes, except in blue. I’ll do that once we get back to the- uh.. house.” He added as he gestured to the kid with his thumb. Those were some pretty rad shoes, honestly. Blurr would love to walk around with lit up shoes.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Sept 29, 2023 18:41:27 GMT -5
The child's protests only grew as Butch smiled and stepped over to the Hot Wheels, stepping around the young boy. His mother quickly shooed him out of her way, bringing him further down the toy aisle as Butch scanned the bagged cars. A quick scan revealed something that looked like the Nissan Blurr could turn into, and Butch walked back over to him with it in hand. She held it up for him to inspect.
"How about this one?" Butch asked. "It looks just like you, only silver. We could always see if there's a way to paint it to look blue, though. I take it that's your favorite color?"
Glancing at the now-disappearing child, the boy's squeals being heard from the next aisle as his mother shushed him, Butch asked, "Yeah, those are some interesting shoes. I could see you wearing them." She didn't dare say that most light-up shoes she'd seen people wear were by children. Butch was a firm believer in people finding fun at any age, and if a millions-year old robot wanted light-up shoes? Then he wanted to wear light-up shoes. Hell, he could decide to wear a pink frilly dress and Butch would try to find him one that fit - well, fit his holoform, at least.
But then again, he could always change his appearance to mimic wearing one... she thought. Now she was getting off track.
Blurr didn't hesitate to reach out and take the small little car from Cassandra and he casually examined it. It did look like him… almost exactly. He didn’t seem to mind the protesting child at all, he was much too fascinated by the tiny amount of detail on the toy. It was amazing.
“Is it that obvious?” Blurr joked with a smile. “Blue is if flashy color, especially my shade of blue. Sometimes you just have to make a statement, you know? Put yourself out there so people recognize you!”
He let out a hum of curiosity, painting it was possible and preferable.
Blurr finally lowered the car from his view and glanced down at his shoes, twisting his ankle to stare at their design from a better angle. “You think so? That’s funny because I thought the same thing.” the Wrecker said, flexing his ego ever so slightly. “I know two things I want to do once we get back home. I like your people’s style, you have so many options to choose from. You don’t think we can go pursue some more designs later do you? I saw some clothes on the way over here to this section of the store. Do we have time to look?” He asked, holding the little ‘mini-me’ close to himself.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Oct 6, 2023 19:29:10 GMT -5
"Indeed," agreed Butch. "That shade of cyan you have definitely catches the eye."
Despite that, Blurr was doing well in passing for a human. His more naive moments were either ignored or dismissed by the crowd around them. Other than the odd stare at his choice of hair color, no one hassled them. Butch was considering his first trip to a Wal-Mart a success, so long as he kept on his best behavior.
"Sure, we have some time to look," the cleaner answered to his second question. "We might want to be quick, though, so we can beat traffic into the Strip. Not that there's never traffic to the Strip, but it'll be less right now than it will be in an hour or so. What do you think?"
She hoped he didn't change his look right there in the middle of the store. That would turn heads in an instant. At least she could point him to the changing rooms so Blurr could play around with his look. Butch went and moved the cart forward, waiting for Blurr to follow her so she could walk in step with the mech.
"What kind of clothes were you looking at?" Butch asked.
Ugh, more traffic. Blurr would love to avoid that, so Cassandra didn’t need to tell him twice to be quick. Speed was most definitely his love language… If it was one.
Blurr responded with a shrug, “I don’t have anything specific in mind. I just know humans have various styles and I’m not sure if you can tell, but I’m pretty stylish. I’d like to see if I can’t get different designs for myself when I go out. Clothing changes are normal for you, yes? Wouldn’t it make sense if I had the option so that every time I come into town I’m not wearing the same thing? We’re supposed to be in disguise.”
Whether Blurr was simply using his orders as an excuse was not all exactly that clear outwardly. He thought his points were pretty valid and convincing, plus, it was true, he was using it as an excuse. A little bit of his ego was in play here. If he had an opportunity to make himself look better, he would! However Cassandra didn’t need to know that…
“I’m ready to go when you are, just lead the way! I promise I won't be distracted along the way. We’re now on a mission to beat traffic, a challenge I’m accepting. So let's go.” Blurr added with a confident smile as he placed his little mini-me inside the cart.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Nov 4, 2023 17:35:21 GMT -5
The clothing section Butch tried to guide Blurr through as quickly as politeness allowed. She showed him various shirts and vests, ties and shoes, all in the hopes of giving him a chance to.... Do whatever it was that allowed him to make changes to his holoform. She didn't give much of an opinion on anything unless asked, except when she felt something was too garish. There was the illusion of Blurr being a flashy human youth, and then there was picking something that would make people turn and stare. It was the last thing Blurr needed if he wanted to remain in disguise.
From there, Butch would guide Blurr to the self check-out, showing him the wonders of modern shopping conveniences. She'd wave in front of the camera that monitored their check-out, then quickly scan and sort whatever she and Blurr had picked out. The frozen foods she ended up not getting at the last moment, for they would thaw and sour in Blurr's altmode if left for an extended period. If they were going to visit the Strip, that definitely meant they'd be away from Blurr's true form for a while.
Walking out with bags bought at the store, Butch would walk quickly towards where the two had parked. Around Blurr's car, a flock of pigeons had landed, pecking at the dusty ground for a morsel of something. One was so bold as to leap up and land on Blurr's hood, skidding down from the window. It cooed, tilting its head and settling in on the car, oblivious to the truth of what sat under its feet.
The speedster was infatuated with the clothing, he would have gotten lost in a mountain of fabric if Butch was not there to keep him moving along. There had been so much to look at, so much to understand about styles and preferences. Blurr was not completely naive to the situation, though. He knew they were on a bit of a time crunch, so when it came to making decisions, he chose quickly. This mech never hesitated when it came to a decision in the store, and even if he did? It could have easily been overlooked.
Witnessing the primitive checkout systems the humans had installed for payment was another experience in itself… though definitely not one of the Wrecker’s favorite moments. The scanner took so long to register the items when passed over it’s reader, it was so painfully slow and laggy. He quickly learned that it would be best for Cassandra to scan everything instead of him, simply because his patience for the process was waning quickly.
Blurr, being as attentive as he was, offered his service to assist Cassandra in carrying a few bags. He wanted to be helpful with this trip, and that's what he was going to do.
Being locked in a holoform wasn’t an easy thing to get used to, Blurr’s real self had fallen into a strange stasis-like mode which aided in his focus on the holomatter that made up Barry Lorn. Doing so pretty much made the mech vulnerable, unaware of any of his sensory functions. Unless something had caused him great physical harm, he wouldn’t know what was going on around him.
So turning the corner to see the small organic lifeform sitting on him? It was surprising… and really weird. He knew the bird was there now, but he couldn’t feel it…? It was very mind-bending.
He casually walked towards himself, with the intent to shoo the little organic away, however he hadn’t anticipated that moving closer would startle the pigeons and send them all flying off.
Their sudden reaction startled Blurr, causing him to duck a bit and turn away. The sudden scare broke his concentration with his holoform, causing it to glitch for a fraction of a second. The bags that he was carrying around his arms suddenly fell through the holomatter and towards the ground. Blurr was quick to notice his mistake and it caused an instant reaction, faster than one could blink, the racer recorrected his concentration on his holoform and quickly snatched the bags up by the handles before they hit the ground.
“Slag-” he huffed and quickly stood up and made sure no one saw his holoform falter… other than Cassandra, of course, if she even saw it happen. Fortunately, no one seemed to have seen it. It was nice to be in a smaller lot, less humans around to see things they weren’t supposed to.
The Wrecker looked back at himself, seeing that the bird that was once on him was gone… but left in its place was a white splat of some strange liquid. With a squint, he studied it, but he still had no idea what it was… but it was fluid left by an organic, and that in itself was disgusting. Blurr sat the bags he held on the top of his own roof, again, weird he couldn't feel it, and pointed to the substance with his thumb in a rather jarring manner. “What the heck is on me? I also want you to know that I’m very afraid to ask.” he questioned, seeming rather irked with the situation as he looked over his shoulder to Cassandra.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Nov 16, 2023 16:57:51 GMT -5
The glitch caught Cassandra by surprise. She jerked away from Blurr's holoform a little, and she blurted out, "Barry?" just as Blurr reformed. The cleaner was surprised by how fast the avatar reformed itself, Blurr gracefully catching the bags that fell from his hands in an instant. She arched her eyebrows, following his gaze as he squinted at his vehicle form.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with Blurr's altmode, thankfully. The pigeons that surrounded him had all taken flight, and they didn't seem to interfere with any process that Butch could see. She noticed the splat of white on his windshield, and didn't think much of it. That is, until Blurr asked what was on him, and Butch stifled a chuckle. The poor robot had never been crapped on by a bird, it seemed.
"That is bird poop," the cleaner stated matter-of-factly. "It's, uh...it's waste, left over from when a living - er, organic in this case - creature eats and drinks. Birds poop on cars all the time."
Looking over at Blurr, she added, "I can get it cleaned off of you, if you'd like. I think I bought cleaning wipes, and if I didn't, I can run back in and grab them."
He snapped his head back towards the ‘bird poop’ splatter on his windshield. He had seen many horrifying, gut wrenching and disgusting things, especially throughout the war, but the Wrecker had never experienced these things from organics. Blurr had witnessed one too many things about organics and their internal liquids today, and he was not at all thrilled, or even willing to want to learn more. Not right now anyways.
The speedster practically tripped over himself as he rapidly spun on his heel and lunged at Cassandra, grabbing hold of her arm pleadingly.
With wide eyes and furrowed brows further sealing his distress, he looked as if this was a life or death situation, and he was most definitely pleading for life.
“If I’d LIKE?! Cassandra! You HAVE to clean it off! It’s freaking me out!” He said quickly, tugging on her arm mindfully as he pulled her closer to his ALT form.
He would have done it himself but to be honest he was far too grossed out to even get close. At least she offered to take care of it, but even if she didn’t, Blurr probably would have made her do it anyway. This was NOT at all how Blurr expected this day to go, not even close.
His expression fell more desperate as he looked down at the human, looking almost as if he was about to cry. It may have seemed like a small thing, but to a mech who has never been to a heavily populated organic planet, let alone really ever interacted with them, this was traumatizing.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Dec 9, 2023 20:58:21 GMT -5
"Okay, okay!" exclaimed Cassandra, dipping down a bit as her arm was tugged on. Her reflexes meant she'd taken a step back when she was grabbed, but she didn't seem to mind that Blurr clung onto her. "Calm down, Bl - Barry, we'll get you fixed up. You need to let go of me first."
Once Blurr did that, Butch would reach into the groceries and pull out a small cylinder of wipes. Popping the top open, she yanked out a couple in a flourish, the dry desert air suddenly scented with lemon. Walking over to the car, the cleaner immediately began to wipe at the offending poop, the waste unfortunately smearing a little before finally coming on. A few dirty drops rolled down the glass of Blurr's windshield, which Butch wiped up with another of the moistened cloths.
"There, all fixed. Would you like some help putting the groceries in the back?"
As she said this, the cleaner removed the gloves she was wearing, revealing scarred, calloused hands. Her left had an especially-noticeable scar, trident-shaped and raised on the center. The fingers didn't flex all the way when she bent them, and were stiff as she took another wipe and cleaned off her hands. Blurr might've noticed the scar before - the top cut of her sharpshooter's gloves framed the heart of it, oddly enough - but now it was on full view to see. Butch promptly sanitized her gloves before placing them back on, hiding some of it from view once more.
Blurr nervously tapped his foot against the ground as he watched her begin to immediately work. For a moment, Blurr felt guilty that he grabbed her like that, though she didn’t say anything negative about it, so perhaps she brushed it off? Still, he’d need to apologize for that.
The speedster’s face scrunched up in disgust as it smeared further down his windshield, but that expression disappeared as soon as Cassandra wiped it back up. He also couldn’t help but be slapped in the face by that scent coming from the small cloth. He didn’t like it, causing him to step back a bit. What a strange smell… he’s never experienced one like it before.
He clung to the bags as he patiently waited, his gaze locked onto the human like he was waiting for her to give the green light.
Though, once she did, he found himself locked onto the scars on her hands. Humans can get scratches too? Why has she never gotten them repaired? He actually hadn’t noticed them at all before, well, he did… but he had no idea it was a scratch. He thought it was just a part of the human’s skin patterns.
“Huh- Oh! No, no, I got it. Thank you for doing that, by the way.” He said getting pulled from her hands to respond to her question. He then turned on his heel to head towards his trunk, as he walked, he continued to speak. “I'm also really sorry I grabbed you like that, it was all just the heat of the moment, I wasn’t sure what to do.”
He stopped in front of his trunk and stared at it.
For a looooong moment.
How the hell was he supposed to open it? If he lost focus on his holo-form to do so, he’d glitch out and drop everything.
The speedster knew there was a way to stay in holo-form as well as stay aware in his normal frame, to certain extents of course. Though as of now? This very moment? He had NO idea. This was his first time ever using a holo-form. There were still a lot of things he needed to learn about it.
He probably looked like an idiot standing there looking at his own ALT form like he’s never seen technology like it before.
Blurr tapped on the trunk of his ALT but nothing happened. With a grumble, he moved all the groceries onto one arm and slipped his fingers into the groove of the trunk and pulled up, but still… nothing.
This was so embarrassing.
“How do humans open their vehicles' storage compartments?” He asked with a huff.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Jan 24, 2024 22:03:01 GMT -5
"It's okay," Butch said. "Birds can be gross. Just mind yourself so we don't have any accidental slips, and it'll be fine."
Butch watched as Blurr made his way to his trunk. He stared at it. Butch stared at him. Was he making an effort to try and open the trunk while his holoform manifested? Perhaps his concentration on a second physical form limited what he could do in his regular one. Butch went over to offer to take the groceries, opening her mouth to speak.
Then Blurr asked her how to open his truck. The words halted in Butch's mouth, and she shut it. She looked at the trunk and said, "Well, usually there's a button for it on a car's keys, or on the driver's side. I can open you up and see if the switch is there. If not that, we can always put the groceries in the back seat."
So the knowledge of their vehicle forms wasn't innate. Interesting. She wouldn't ask here, though, why he didn't know how to open a trunk. Perhaps they didn't have trunks on Cybertron. That said, she'd seen a trunk on the big bruiser named Bulkhead. Perhaps his kind of robot didn't have them?
Blurr had seemed to be a bit… off. As if he were flustered, in which he was. There had been a lot of new things happening all at once and the speedster couldn't help but begin to feel a bit overwhelmed. However it was easy to assume that his glitch with the holoform made it all the more worse. His demeanor shifted a bit, reflecting a bit of quick urgency in a short manner.
“It's fine, let's just put the groceries in the back and get out of here.” He snipped with more embarrassment than anger. Blurr opened the driver seat door and leaned in to place the groceries in the back, not wanting Cassandra to have to struggle doing it herself considering that his ALT didn’t have back doors. Once the groceries were settled in, Blurr sat in the driver's seat and shut the door immediately and his holoform vanished within seconds.
With an instant start up, his engines revved to life and his passenger door opened to allow Cassandra inside. Blurr remained quiet, choking silently on his discomposure.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Feb 13, 2024 14:00:37 GMT -5
Butch let Blurr help her place the groceries, saying nothing. If Blurr's urgent tone had been picked up on, she wasn't showing it. She went for the passenger door, opening it quickly and hopping in. When she was settled, she looked over at where the driver was, expecting a holoform. She frowned when there wasn't one.
"You need a minute?" she asked softly. One hand went to the door to rest - or perhaps as an act of comfort. "You're doing great with the 'robot in disguise' thing. Don't worry too much if you don't know everything."
She smiled at the driver's side, then leaned back and let out a long breath. Butch relaxed into the seats, eyes ahead on the road. Blurr could start driving when he felt like it; Butch wouldn't push him to get into Vegas any faster than they were already going. If there was traffic they ran into, so be it, though she hoped he'd remember to put his holoform back in the driver's seat once they got moving.
“I-... yeah, I'm sorry Cassandra…” Blurr said softly.
She had attempted to be comforting and it worked, honestly. Blurr of course wasnt over it yet, but having someone to just provide comfort was nice, and those words were what he needed to hear.
“I’ve never had to be in disguise, ever. I’ve always been… flashy? I either forget or I make mistakes that are absolutely detrimental to our entire survival. I really try, but with so many new things and distractions, my focus jumps. I think I just need to take a break for a moment, recollect myself. Especially if we’re going to other places to explore. I really need to get myself together…”
Blurr’s steering wheel turned anxiously a few times before straightening back out. There was a lot of pressure on him right now, pressure he was disciplining himself with. Being out of the base like this was a privilege, and he was abusing it.
“Despite all the fun I’m having, It’s still a lot of responsibility to keep you and I safe… I can’t be so careless.”