Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 9:29:58 GMT -5
[Week 1, Day 6: Afternoon]
If anyone questioned the presence of the shiny red Lamborghini in the parking lot of Jasper’s local school, they certainly weren’t making their concerns known to Sideswipe. The sports car looked like any other, innocuous save for the obvious expensiveness and the scowling mask in place of the maker’s logo between the headlights. The emblem was just a little bigger than a maker’s logo would be, a red face outlined in white. Anyone who knew what to look for and where to look for it would most definitely see it. That included 'Cons, but, he hardly minded. He hadn’t had a good brawl in ages and was more than ready to throw down. Maybe if he got lucky-
No, no, focus, Sideswipe.
He was in near pristine condition, red plating shining nicely in the afternoon sun. First impressions were important after all. His holoform, a young man of average height with dark hair and shockingly blue eyes, leaned against the hood of the car. He wore dark jeans and a black form-fitting tee under an open red, short-sleeved button up shirt. One of his arms was tattooed from his wrist and up to his shoulder, where the images were hidden by his sleeve.
As soon as he’d used his holomatter generator for the first time on Earth, he’d known he needed to personalize his image. Over the past three years, he’d worked on finding the right balance between inconspicuous and him. The human tradition of marking their bodies, he’d found, was perfect. It showed off who he was without, well, giving too much away. He’d personally programmed the images on his holoform’s arm. On his forearm, a small Decepticon emblem with a black ‘X’ over it, underneath which was a rather impressive number of tick marks. A golden sun wrapped around his elbow, tendrils of light stretching over his arm. Cybertronian glyphs were interspersed with imagery of the mechanized surface of his home planet and the green of Earth landscapes. On his shoulder, beneath his sleeve, would be the Autobot emblem, covering the entirety of his deltoid. Yeah, he liked his balance between distinctive and average human. And so did the human femmes, if some of the appreciative looks he’d gotten during the times he’d used his holoform were anything to go by.
The holoform raised one hand to idly scratch at the shadow of stubble on his jaw, glancing at the door as his chronometer informed him that it was nearly time. He’d arrived fifteen minutes early, just in case. When Bulkhead had been called away on a mission, Sideswipe had happened to be in the vicinity to hear the big guy worrying about who would pick his human charge up from school. Sideswipe had immediately volunteered, giving the wrecker an easy-going smile. Resident prankster or not, Sideswipe was responsible enough to transport a human safely from Jasper back to base. Bulkhead had given him an image, a time, and a warning to be careful. Sideswipe had sent him off with assurances that Miko would be safe with him.
Now, he was simply waiting. He had yet to meet Miko and was curious about the girl. Was she old enough to sit in the front seat? He knew that humans were picky about that sort of thing….
The ringing of a bell startled him and he jolted, the Lamborghini stiffening in instinctive preparation for something bad. It wasn’t until the children started to exit the building that he relaxed. Primus, there were a lot of them of all at once….