[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Trial and Error [Closed]
Sept 4, 2020 16:52:57 GMT -5
Post by Cintra on Sept 4, 2020 16:52:57 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 3 | Day 2
Settling in... That idea came in a few forms.
To the meek, aloof and secluded, this could invoke an idea of finding one's own niche or hovel. A small space, a little bed and area of comfort to escape others. Said area and place where belongings could be laid to rest without overt threat of them being brushed away like they may have been in an open room that all inhabitants occupied. On the other side of the coin, you had the overt social individuals. Their idea of settling in meant getting to know others more so than finding their own little place of comfort. Making their name heard, pushing into the open to stand tall and implant oneself into the team aggressively...
Cintra wasn't far from the latter, but she took a different approach.
Trying to be remembered, trying to be the center of attention, none of that really mattered. It sometimes was simply a side effect of her garish paint making her stand out, and her aggressively in-your-face approach to life drawing eyes her way in a lot of scenarios. No. She did not actively seek such things, but what she did seek was to instantly start to weave a framework of security, a means to aid in not only her own survival, but the survival of others she teamed up with.
The pink femme's life often depended upon having a 'host' for a lack of better terms. Not too much a teammate in the sense of fighting side by side to support and augment, as much as actively gripping on and becoming an extension of their frame for combat assistance. While she could rely on Flux, for they worked often borderline seamlessly as a duo in combat, Cintra recognized that he may not ALWAYS be at her side, and she had to practice and get to know some of the larger inhabitants of the outpost. It was this goal that set the femme off on a mission this day.
A tap scuttle of smaller peds, a scramble down hallways, stopping only so long to peek through a door and scan over inhabitants... A lot of the individuals that she saw were not really the ideal size. While she could piggyback on most, if their scales were too similar, she would be more of a burden than an aid, throwing their balance and flow off. She had a very specific shape in mind, and as such the takkity running would continue until she head the sound of a Space Bridge roaring open. Sharply, her helm crooked up, before she ran in the direction of the Control Room.
A skid, a crackled scrape of feet sliding against the floor... Cintra rocketed into the archway to the room so fast she almost slid right past it in the process of stopping. Luckily her right hand swung out, slamming against the frame to halt her momentum as the long extrusion from the back of her helm and shoulders whipped around with a snap to further stop her movement. It was then orange eyes settled on an individual she had not seen yet, processing the other femme in an instant.
She wasn’t recognizable, no overt records or speeches down back in Cybertron that Cintra remembered, so she possibly wasn't a commander of some kind... so a more informal approach was probably alright without insulting too badly. She was tall and broad, solid footing and build, large wings spanned out on either side which would provide ample surface area to grip and move with... It seemed like a prime opportunity and as such Cintra's left hand that wasn't on the door swung out, pointing sharply at Coldwind.
"YOU."
A growled lower word, decisive and bold with the confidence as if she had been told to yell at Coldwind by Megatron himself. This tone snapped to a more cheery approach a second later.
"You look like a discerning lady who is a fan of combat and the more unruly things in life!"
Pushing off the wall, Cintra's hands clapped together, pointers extended while the others were woven. She flicked this grip down as she spoke, walking towards the drab blue colored lady that could really do with a makeover. Though, that was not the goal this day. Whatever the case, she continued to speak, not really 'coming up for air' to let the Jet interject instantly, her words flowing together rapid fire.
"I'm combat assist Cintra! I want to practice working as a team while you punch my Boi."