Nexus, The Black Dog, Coping

Dec 18, 2010 20:11



Dinoclone: *standing by the corner of Nemesis' warehouse, staring into the gathering Nexus dusk. His expression says that he is far far away*

fDinobot: *Lost in thought as he walks*

Dinoclone: *soft grunt as his alt walks into him, and then turns his head slowly to look at the other Dinoclone*

fDinobot: *steps back a bit, apologizing for not paying attention. Then he's moving to continue on his way*

Dinoclone: *slight frown* *quietly* Is something the matter?

fDinobot: Hrrnnn... *Quietly* There does not seem to be a place for me here....

Dinoclone: *frown deepens as his tail gives a slow lash* What do you mean?

fDinobot: *soft sigh* It would appear that the mongrel... has no further need of me...

Dinoclone: *shakes his head* I did not think that I could be so ssstupid.

fDinobot: *Low growl*

Dinoclone: You speak like a senseless, hrrrn, whiner! Like a selfish brat, and not like a warrior.

fDinobot: *more low growl, this time with a note of warning in it* It would be, hnn, wise to hold your tongue...You do not know of what you speak.... *bristling just slightly*

Dinoclone: *very quietly, very calmly* Are you threatening me, child?

fDinobot: *lunges, teeth and claws at the ready*

Dinoclone: *stands and watches him come, then sidesteps at the last moment, grabs him by the back of the neck, and hurls him into the wall of the warehouse*

Tarantulus: *looks out to see what that thud was* ... *snort, headshake, returns to sorting inventory for Nemesis*

fDinobot: *Trying to get up, but the world isn't staying still enough for him to manage that*

Dinoclone: *stoops and picks him up by the neck, then pins him to the wall and narrows his optics as he attempts to catch the other bot's gaze with them* Look at me.

fDinobot: *fighting the dizziness that the head-to-wall contact created, manage to focus one optic on the other mech*

Dinoclone: *quietly* WakeJumper has been away from those who are a part of himself. He issss now fitting those missing pieces back where they, hrrrrn, belong. If you feel that you are in the way, then ssstep forward and offer your ssservices elsewhere. But don't, hrrrn, go too far. *hissses softly* And do not shame your name and your race by ssssounding like a ssssnivling teenage human. *drops his alt and turns his back to resume gazing into the distance*

fDinobot: *moving to try and get back on his feet*

Dinoclone: *has gone utterly still as his optics rest on a vision inside his mind. His expression has gone from calm contempt to quiet and uncertain wonder, and he seems to have forgotten his alternate completely*

fDinobot: *Eventually manages to regain his footing, at least until he's buzzed by Vi, who is on her way to pester study Tarantulus*

Dinoclone: *could be a white statue in the glooming*

Mal: *looks at the statue, then looks at the wobbly bot* *snerk* Slagged him off, huh? Derp!

fDinobot: *manages to keep his footing and ignore Mal. See him ignore you, Mal?*

Mal: *snigger* Loohoohoohoozer!

fDinobot: *Continues to ignore Mal, even as mLumen comes tearing out of the Black Dog*

mLumen: *Can has squeaky toy!!!*

Mal: *concerned glance at the puppy, then goes after him to make sure he's safe*

mLumen: *puppy kissies for Mal!*

fDinobot: *manages to transform and sit down, using the wall of the warehouse as support*

Dinoclone: *moves then, though not in response to the movement of his alternate, or even due to Mal's happy laughter as she tumbles about with Lumen. Instead he slowly bunches up one fist and then lifts it till it rests against his chest as he shakes his head ever so slightly*

fDinobot: *once his head's stopped ringing so much, he's contemplating the wisdom of his alternate's words*

Mal: Hey, Lumen, do you have to pee?

mLumen: *headshake* Nope...

Mal: *looks over at fDinobot* Hmm, I wonder if I could leak enough oil...

Dinoclone: *without turning* Malware...

Mal: Meep! *grabs puppy and toy and runs inside. Is strong for her size, no?*

Vi: *zipping from the warehouse and cackling* Run away! Run away!

Tarantulus: *At the door and telling Vi off for trying to flap Showtime's doorwings*

fDinobot: *Considering his options now, is beginning to wonder if perhaps he has strayed off of his original path*

Spazz: *comes wandering out, baps her younger sister in passing, and then comes over to stand by fDinobot* *studies him for a moment* ...You know you're about ten degrees out of true?

fDinobot: *attention going to Spazz* Hm?

Spazz: You're listing.

fDinobot: Hnnn.... *Will try sitting up straighter*

Spazz: *narrows her optics* And you've got a honkin' big knot on your head. What the slag have you been doing to yourself?

fDinobot: *Quietly* Perhaps... I was behaving... foolishly....

Spazz: *now shutters one optic* ...You let Nem talk you into tasting her last batch before she tempered it, didn't you?

fDinobot: *Giving you a WTS look now, Spazz*

Spazz: Okay then, not that foolish. What'd you do?

fDinobot: Hnn.... I... merely had a discussion...

Spazz: ... *looks over at the white Dinoclone* *FACE PALM* *tugs on his arm* C'mon, let's get you to bed.

fDinobot: *grumbles a bit, but moves to get up so he can follow Spazz*

Spazz: *herds him inside and will make sure Rhinox has looked at him before he goes to sleep for the night*

tKriti: *Slipping out to see who clobbered fDinobot, not so she can scold them, but so she can congratulate them on knocking some sense into the mech*

Dinoclone: *gazing at the ground now, his fist still held to his chest and that odd expression still on his face*

tKriti: *will reach to poke him on the highest part of his leg that she can reach*

Dinoclone: *turns his head slightly and looks at her quizzically, his normal optic blinking as he refocuses on the here and now* ...?

tKriti: *Bluntly* Did you knock the walking feather duster upside the head?

Dinoclone: No. I, hrrrn, moved when he jumped at the wall.

tKriti: *Snerk* So he owned himself... Nice.

Dinoclone: *quietly* He... hnnn... needs to own himself. *optics going distant again, which is odd for the mech who usually focuses closely on those he's speaking to unless he's snubbing them. But this has no feeling of snub*

tKriti: *Small frown* You okay?

Dinoclone: *slight start and blinks at her, then hunkers down to be at her level* I'm sssorry, did you ssspeak?

tKriti: Somethin' botherin' you?

Dinoclone: Ah... *looks down again, his mouth twitching slightly at the corners as that uncertain look returns* I... do not know.

tKriti: ... Should I go bug Rhinox into having a look at you?

Dinoclone: *blinks, and then snerks softly!* No. That will, hnnn, not be necessary.

tKriti: Fine then... *Hollering for Mutt*

Dinoclone: *slow headshake, but he looks amused*

mWakeJumper: *Coming out to see why tKriti's hollering*

Dinoclone: *gently shoves the tiny blue warrior over when she's distracted* *quietly, with no trace of rancor* You are a nuisssance.

tKriti: Wha-HEY! XP

mWakeJumper: *Snerk* Took you this long to figure that out? *Grabbing tKriti by her scruffbar so she can't squirm around and bite him*

tKriti: *Flailing and trying to wallop mWakeJumper* Says the guy who got himself stabbed by cryo-needles that one time!

Dinoclone: *stands and rescues the little femme from WakeJumper's grasp, then drops her gently onto the ground* *without looking up* How long is long enough to mourn? And how can sssomething feel like a betrayal and yet... not?

mWakeJumper: *Quietly* When enough time has passed that the sting of the loss is no longer as sharp.... That's long enough to mourn...

Dinoclone: *absently* My first mate has been dead for over three hundred years.

mWakeJumper: *slight wince, though that may be due to tKriti trying to sink her dentae into his leg*

Dinoclone: Ssshe was human. *absent frown*

mWakeJumper: *Quieter* Oh.... *About halfway tempted to drop tKriti in a trash can and let her sort herself out* Any particular reason you're asking about that sorta thing?

Dinoclone: *slight head movement, and then a tail poke at Kriti* *quietly* I... met another survivor from my reality.

tKriti: *Startles from where she was about to kick mWakeJumper's shin*

mWakeJumper: *blink blink* Oh?

Dinoclone: *nods, frowning now*

mWakeJumper: *Ears perked curiously* Who, if you don't mind me asking?

Dinoclone: Ssshe is a Nightwish. *pokes Kriti again*

tKriti: *is going to try and attack your tail now, Dinoclone*

Dinoclone: *twitches it, his expression once more thoughtful and wondering and uncertain*

mWakeJumper: Ah.... I'm guessing she has something to do with your other question?

Dinoclone: *nods as he watches Kriti fight with his tail* Ssshe does.

mWakeJumper: Hmm.... *small frown as he thinks this over* Well... I really don't know what advice to offer you....

Dinoclone: *turns his head to look at WakeJumper without unbowing it from watching Kriti* It wasss not advice I was ssseeking with the second question. *patient, quiet, and slightly amused, though the last now seems aimed at himself*

mWakeJumper: ....Oh. *Small frown*

tKriti: *Pounces on the tail!*

Dinoclone: And my uncccertainty is foolish. *gives self a slight shake* What is done is sss done.

mWakeJumper: Alright...

Kriti: *Blink blink* ... You sly mech.... *chuckle*

Dinoclone: *attention back to the tiny blue femme* I was not sssly.

tKriti: You're still her mate, mech.

Dinoclone: I am. *quiet agreement to that*

mWakeJumper: Wordmate or sparkmate?

Dinoclone: Rrrnn... Wordmate. I have no time to let a bond settle.

mWakeJumper: *nods* Congratulations.

Dinoclone: Thank you. *and there's that slight smile again. The old warrior even seems slightly bashful*

mWakeJumper: So how long've you two been wordmates?

Dinoclone: *shifty optics now* One day.

mWakeJumper: *Soft snerk* Well, congratulations again... *moving to try and grab tKriti*

Dinoclone: *isn't blushing and you can't prove it. He's watching Kriti's reaction to the attempted grab*

tKriti: *String of cursing as she darts to hide behind Dinoclone*

Dinoclone: I do not think she wantsss you to touch her.

mWakeJumper: She doesn't like me too much, 'cause 'a the circumstances that we met in... *Sighs as tKriti flips him off*

Dinoclone: *gives him a mild Look* Then why do you... hrrrn... aggravate her?

mWakeJumper: Someone's gotta keep an optic on 'er when Rhinox isn't around....

Dinoclone: And where, pray tell, is Rhinox?

Wake's headSpazz: *rickrolls him* -He's fixing the feathered twerp.-

mWakeJumper: *ignores his headSpazz's rickrolling* Fixing the Dinobot who lives with us.

WhSpazz: *starts singing the Song That Gets On Everyone's Nerves*

Dinoclone: *glances at the warehouse wall with slight amusement mixed in with his contempt for his alternate* Rrrrn.

mWakeJumper: *Quietly wonders if his traveling partner will be alright*

Dinoclone: *slight growl* He may have forgotten his, hrrrn, honor, but he is still built with Predacon quality.

mWakeJumper: *Continues to ignore his headspace Spazz* Well, yeah... He and I survived most anything that Megs threw at us...

Dinoclone: Fsss. Megatron was overrated.

mWakeJumper: *quietly* He managed to wipe out most of Cybertron's population in the feathery guy's reality...

Dinoclone: *stiffens and looks quickly at Wake, his expression holding his shock and dismay*

mWakeJumper: *cycles air for a few moments before continuing* He let loose a virus that decimated the population, or so we thought...turns out he managed to de-spark almost everyone living on the planet and used their shells to make his Vehicons....

Dinoclone: Were they not ressstored?

mWakeJumper: It took Megatron and Optimus' deaths to restore them, but a few were lost forever, because Megatron used their sparks to grow more powerful... *Trying to keep from shuddering at the memory*

Dinoclone: *relaxes* *quietly* Optimus will probably be back. And Rhinox... hrrrn... too.

mWakeJumper: *quietly* Hard to say for certain...

Dinoclone: *hand on his shoulder* Hrrrn.

mWakeJumper: *Slight flinch*

Dinoclone: *withdraws hand and takes a step back*

mWakeJumper: *gives himself a bit of a shake* Sorry... *ears down and gaze aimed towards the ground* It's... really hard for me to handle touches from people my size or bigger....

Dinoclone: *quietly* You must not let ssscars... rrrnnn... cut you off from contact with othersss.

mWakeJumper: *quieter* I'm trying... Primus and his Creator know I'm trying...

Dinoclone: *just looks at him, with a gaze that hold understanding and memory*

mWakeJumper: *quiet sigh* I'd better get back to work... Kriti, you behave, or Nem'll send ya home.

tKriti: *Razzes mWakeJumper, but that's all she'll do for now*

Dinoclone: I too should return. *looks up as he catches a scent, and the uncertainty and gladness return to his expression as he spots the tall dark femme standing at the edge of the little clump of ornamental trees that Rhinox planted just over there*

mWakeJumper: *Small nod, and then he's moving to head back into the Black Dog*

tKriti: *patpats Dinoclone and scampers off to pester someone else*

Dinoclone: *nods to them, and then walks to meet his mate, who wraps him in her wings and greets him till he wobbles at the end of it, and then brings him back to the little pocket reality she's been staying in*

((Written with random_xtras))
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