[ti]Ep 3[/ti]A Familiar Menace [Smokescreen]
Feb 29, 2020 16:59:42 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Feb 29, 2020 16:59:42 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 1 | Day 3
Perhaps allowing a Cassette without full sentience to roam free in a military base wasn't the most responsible of things out there. The creature able to get into things, root around where they are not wanted, nibble on stuff of interest that may have real value, or maybe even disrupt others who were in the middle of jobs that were far more important than dealing with a curious animal. That said, Bolo tended to MOSTLY be kinda' good. While he could get into some problems, there had only really been one incident of note due to some confusion with the human children. Beyond that he was a rather good boy, and nobody ever told Carbine to keep him on a short leash with any level of seriousness. Because of this, the Cassette was out and about.
Without Master.
Each individual in the base had a sort of signature stride to them. Some holding broader legs and peds, a certain thrum and impact on how their weight lands. Others having thinner legs with a shorter more clipped gait as they could not stride as far in one step... Once someone got accustomed to Omega they would be able to recognize most with relative ease. This was no different with the footfalls of the Cassette, a plod of paws, clicking taps of short claws scraping along a concrete floor, and a gait and rhythm that betrayed the fact that it strode upon four legs instead of two. This sound was scuttling down along the personal quarters, pausing intermittently as it went.
Should someone turn the corner to head down the hallway of metal doors and rooms, they would see a large canine like Cybertronian animal sniffing along the bottom edge of one of the doors. He was tall, lean, a broad chest sloping down abruptly to small hips and slender legs. The majority of the animal appeared to be black in color, the paint scraped up in spots and chipped with tiny dings, but it looked more rough-and-tumble than truly injured. This armor was contrasted sharply by thin red biolights and white accents, two rings on either side of his chest, and the entire shape of his flared lower jaw that pushed back further than the hinge point.
The animal was flattened low to the ground, hind legs squatted awkwardly with paws flared out while forelegs were pressed low enough that the elbows were flush with the floor. A blunt pointed snout was smashed along the bottom crack of someone's door, heavy whoofs of air being pulled in, before his head flopped the other way and he tried again as if it would somehow change how well his sniffer worked. There was a cursory paw at the bottom edge, a test to see if the slab of metal would magically push aside as if it were a loose hinge door, before he eased back upright.
A quick shake, a rattle as armor flopped some on loose mountings before pulling back into place... Bolo was already popping into a sort of happy walk even before his haunches fully stopped shaking, causing his back feet to almost skip a moment. He was going to move to the next door to sniff for food and test it, before his attention was caught by something down the hall he hadn't noticed before in his focus to try to break into someone's room.
Instantly, the canine's helm rocketed fully upright and he posed himself on alert, legs ridged and ears perked up to point at the ceiling. It was a sort of cliché standard pose, the proud animal holding its head high with forelegs pin straight down with chest almost pushed out, but clichés were a thing for a reason. It is here Bolo stood, trying to see whatever sound it was he heard as round yellow eyes locked down the hall.
Without Master.
Each individual in the base had a sort of signature stride to them. Some holding broader legs and peds, a certain thrum and impact on how their weight lands. Others having thinner legs with a shorter more clipped gait as they could not stride as far in one step... Once someone got accustomed to Omega they would be able to recognize most with relative ease. This was no different with the footfalls of the Cassette, a plod of paws, clicking taps of short claws scraping along a concrete floor, and a gait and rhythm that betrayed the fact that it strode upon four legs instead of two. This sound was scuttling down along the personal quarters, pausing intermittently as it went.
Should someone turn the corner to head down the hallway of metal doors and rooms, they would see a large canine like Cybertronian animal sniffing along the bottom edge of one of the doors. He was tall, lean, a broad chest sloping down abruptly to small hips and slender legs. The majority of the animal appeared to be black in color, the paint scraped up in spots and chipped with tiny dings, but it looked more rough-and-tumble than truly injured. This armor was contrasted sharply by thin red biolights and white accents, two rings on either side of his chest, and the entire shape of his flared lower jaw that pushed back further than the hinge point.
The animal was flattened low to the ground, hind legs squatted awkwardly with paws flared out while forelegs were pressed low enough that the elbows were flush with the floor. A blunt pointed snout was smashed along the bottom crack of someone's door, heavy whoofs of air being pulled in, before his head flopped the other way and he tried again as if it would somehow change how well his sniffer worked. There was a cursory paw at the bottom edge, a test to see if the slab of metal would magically push aside as if it were a loose hinge door, before he eased back upright.
A quick shake, a rattle as armor flopped some on loose mountings before pulling back into place... Bolo was already popping into a sort of happy walk even before his haunches fully stopped shaking, causing his back feet to almost skip a moment. He was going to move to the next door to sniff for food and test it, before his attention was caught by something down the hall he hadn't noticed before in his focus to try to break into someone's room.
Instantly, the canine's helm rocketed fully upright and he posed himself on alert, legs ridged and ears perked up to point at the ceiling. It was a sort of cliché standard pose, the proud animal holding its head high with forelegs pin straight down with chest almost pushed out, but clichés were a thing for a reason. It is here Bolo stood, trying to see whatever sound it was he heard as round yellow eyes locked down the hall.
