11th Transmission -- 4TH WALL EVENT

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why are the birds speaking.

[Ironhide can be found sitting outside of his artichoke pod and casually throwing rocks at one of the aforementioned birds in irritation.

The bird does not shut up.]

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[reformatedrebel]

[Ricalna hears the sound of rocks being thrown so he rounds the corner annd...]

What-A robot!?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Who are you?

[1/3]

[reformatedrebel]

Why should I tell you!?

[He moves fast, reaching behind his back to grab his guns...]

[2/3]

[reformatedrebel]

[Only to feel air?

Wait a minute...]

[zydrateanatomy]

[In comes sauntering the enigmatic Graverobber, looking to take all this rather better than one might. Well besides the whole sunshine thing .. he looks rather unimpressed by that. So much so, actually, that he has somehow acquired a rather pretty parasol to give himself a degree of sunshine protection. He'd have chosen sunglasses, but the traders seemed fresh out.

He pauses as a rock skims in front of him, sending a flock of twittering and talking birds scattering to the air and trees. He cants a brow slightly and glances toward the robot .. Huh..]

I might suggest that you cut back on the dosage .. unless that's what you're aiming for?

[Have a smirk, Ironhide.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just looks at the stranger, his good optic narrowing.]

What are you talking about?

[zydrateanatomy]

[Graverobber glances away from the robot, relatively certain that he himself is not suffering from any drug induced high.

Though a dealer of the fine drug Zydrate, fondly known as 'Z', he was not one to dabble in its usage himself since his early childhood. A far better, and healthier, living could be made in selling.

He studies the birds, lips pursed slightly as he hears the chittering for words rather than typical bird twittering. He 'hmms' softly in contemplation before turning his gaze back to Ironhide once again.]

Cut back on the dosage? Well .. in your case .. fumes .. perhaps fueled up with low grade instead of premium?

Maybe they're talking for the same reason you're talking?

[Have a non-commital shrug, 'Hide.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No, really, he has absolutely no idea what that's supposed to mean. He scowls at the stranger, his engine kicking on with a low, annoyed growl.]

Are you calling me overcharged? Speak plainly!

[rankyandcranky]

Just to annoy you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then I will take even more pleasure in silencing them.

[rankyandcranky]

Now, now. Couldn't you just..... turn your own ears off or something?

[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[Yes, that is the extent of his statement.]

[enduringevening]

I would usually guess it is a Spirit, but it is far too unintelligent.

['Sup Ironhide. Richter is just going to stand beside and slightly behind you and watch you throw rocks.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Who are you supposed to be?

[enduringevening]

I am Richter. I am one of the new arrivals here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

What, they brought in more again?

[notasselfish]

[So, if Coby wanted to run away from battle, then Helmeppo would run away with him. He's his friend, and that's what friends do. Or at least, that was what they did. Except now Helmeppo is nowhere near the battlefield or Marineford, and... well, it's all pretty confusing.]

OI! Coby! Where are you?!

[So, now he's just trying to find his friend and figure out what's going on except - oh hey, giant robot. That looks nothing like the pacifistas or much of the known technology that Dr. Vegapunk has built.

Helmeppo's just... going to stare for a bit because what kind of cyborg or robot are you man.]