[OPEN]

[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and YOU
WHERE: The Junk Pile
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Blurr is being a derp distracted
WARNINGS: None so far, I will update if needed


[Blurr was in the junk pile checking the place for any possible newcomers and looking for useful tools, when he found a thing. The colors caught his attention and when Blurr figured out that he could rotate it, he quickly put all the blue pieces together. Alas, the other side of the cube was wrong. He stared at it and then his servos moved, (to quickly for the normal eyes to see properly) solving the puzzle in less than a nanosec.

He was now playing with it, a tiny smile on his lips and for once not running or paying attention to his surrounding. Feel free to bother him.]

Comments

[raceme]

The angst is always a given, sadly, and people also sucks sometimes.

"No nothing wrong I actually like the inside of sir Vector's temple much more than the design of the other temples This one is mostly made of crystal and very open but walls and me just don't get along all that well lately and I don't like to feel trapped I AM SURE you noticed that." Blurr still has to meet Liege, he can't be that bad right?

"AhIsee." And now that you mention the rust, Blurr runs a hand over his stained chestplate. "Does it hurt?"

[sword_redemption]

Truth, my speedy blue friend.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I really thought...," never mind what he thought. He is not good at thinking.

"It sounds pretty. I should probably visit sometime." But first he has to help Pharma.

"What, this?" He shrugs. "It's...not comfortable. But I've been hurt worse."

[raceme]

At least we won't mock him.

"It's alright don't berate yourself I UNDERSTAND now what were you trying to do Seen in perspective it was really brave Do you always do thing like that for mechs you barely now?" Blurr forgives quickly to those who deserve it don't worry, he won't bring up the issue again.

"Itisreallypretty. Just be careful not to fall down the gorge, saying that it's deep would be an understatement Clearly that temple was designed for someone who can fly." Blurr puts the rubik's cube away, hiding it in one of his pockets, the same place where he keeps the stasis cuff. Don't ask exactly where that is, hammerspace pockets are a thing in the universe where he comes from. Let's say that he moved his hands quickly and now the cube's gone from the view.

"That's a consolation then. Can the rust be cleaned or you will just produce more until this is fixed?"

[sword_redemption]

A-anyone ever tell you you use a lot of words? Like, all the words?

"It's what I do." He means 'try to help people' but it could also apply to 'overreacting with excessive force'.

"I'll try to be careful. It sounds...really welcoming." Except not. But hard to get to for grounders might not be a bad thing.

He shrugs. "I just keep rusting. It just looks bad." And feels bad, but that doesn't matter. Much.

[raceme]

Yes, every day and very, very often.

"I see." 'Being reckless' also counts. But that's cool, Blurr has seen worse. "I'm sorry I wish I could help somehow."

[sword_redemption]

That will at least spare the world the wonders of Drift's conversational topics?

See? Drift is all about finding the bright side.

Drift shrugs. "Not your fault. But if something does happen," You know, just in case he is wrong about this particular bright side, "you could keep an optic on Wing."

Because he totally has the right to ask favors of you, after flying tackling you and rusting on your toy.

[raceme]

But the world would be a boring place without Drift's conversation topics.

"Wing?" He hasn't met the other bot yet. You don't mind if he sits down next to you, right Drift?

"How does he looks like? He's linked to Vector's too?'"

From all the mech you could bother and then ask a favor, Blurr's the one who would most likely do it.