[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]

It's not Blurr's fault if you are uncultured, Drift.

"ITSATOY!!!" He's squirming more and more. Just let him go already, you bully.

[sword_redemption]

No, but it is a really, really sore point with him. They didn't have fancy schools in the gutters, okay?

"It's a....what?"

What kind of sick world does Blurr live in that they give small yield incendiaries as toys?

[raceme]

Fine I guess that's a good excuse.

"ATOYITSATOYAPUZZLE" He already explained you all he knows about that thing, now stop because he won't quick kicking squirming until you do so.

And ooops, it looks like his right foot accidentally hits the rubik's cube and sends it flying.

[sword_redemption]

Drift would like the kicking and squirming to stop, yes. That is a powerful argument.

"A puzzle?" Drift sits up, loosening his grip on the other mech, looking for the device.

Which was shooting at top speed toward a pile of metal. Right. If anything was going to set off a bomb, it was hard jarring contact. Just. Like. That.

He flings himself on top of Blurr, throwing himself to take the hit of the shrapnel he knows is coming.

[raceme]

Blurr let go a surprised yelp that sounded a bit like a yip but he will deny it forever if Drift mentions it.

"..." On the bright side, he stopped moving because he's now wondering what the frag is going on. Since, you know, nothing explodes.

"Do you mind moving...?"

[sword_redemption]

Oh, Drift is likely not going to want to mention any of this episode to anyone, ever. Because he crouches over Blurr, all ready to take the impact of a high explosive grenade on his back in full on Heroic Noble Sacrifice and...he waits. And waits. And...yeah this waiting's getting a bit awkward now.

Finally, even he can't convince himself it's just a matter of time. No fuse is that long.

"I...uh....yeah. I'll just...do...that."

[raceme]

Yes, yes, Drift you are very heroic and in a different sort of circumstances Blurr would be really impressed and thankful. However, seeing how you pinned him down, yelled at him and infected him with a deathly disease (or so he thinks) he's less than thrilled.

"THANKS!" That's probably the most unhappy 'thank you' you ever heard, Drift. As soon as he's free to move again....he disappears from the view, running away and behind a pile of junk.

[sword_redemption]

Look, war is hell, okay? And the Decepticons weren't really big on charm school polish. You get what you get: well-meaning heroics done by...Drift.

"I was just..._{trying to help.}"

Right. Like you helped Dent at Delphi...into being six separate pieces. Face it, Drift, you can't 'help' anyone.

He drops back onto his backside, holding the colored cube in his hands.

Well. Making friends, just like old times, huh?

[raceme]

He knows, his people were at war time ago and a new one was about to start again in his world because he failed to deliver his message to Ultra Magnus. Sob

Blurr peers out from behind the pile. "You got me infected with the rust ON.PURPOSE. How that was going to help me exactly?"

[sword_redemption]

Some things can't be helped, Blurr.

Like leaking rust.

"I did not! It's not contagious! Just....gross." He frowns. Hey. It's not like he can help it, okay?

[raceme]

Lies and slander.

Blurr frowns as well but for different reasons. He moves from behind the pile and approaches the other mech. "Notcontagious? Ratchet really found a cure?"

Blurr's going to need a bath and one would do you good as well. Don't stain the cube, he likes that toy. In fact, he gives the cube a brief, longing, look, you didn't notice, right?

[sword_redemption]

"Pharma. Pharma's working on a cure. But Ratchet told me I wasn't contagious."

Ratchet would not lie. If Drift were contagious, Ratchet would have him sealed in a plastic baggie.

And Drift does notice the look. He holds out the cube, embarrassed. Yeah, what do you know? It's plastic. Not plastic explosive.

"Uh. Here. Sorry."

[raceme]

All the Ratchets would do that, no matter what universe they are from, Blurr trust Drift's word. He will have to try to wash that rust away somehow.

Blurr looks just as uncomfortable for a moment but he takes the cube.

"...I like puzzles." He feels the need to justify himself.

[sword_redemption]

True. Ratchets are a universal constant. Slightly terrifying, very, very good at their job.

Drift is the one who needs to justify himself, if anyone does. He offers the cube, holding it as far out from his leaking chassis as he can without popping a shoulder cable.

"I'd never see one. We didn't have these where I came from." Which is a way of saying he's really sorry and he feels really, really stupid. Also, take it before he leaks on it.

[raceme]

Usually grumpy too, but Blurr thankfully gets along with them.

The racer takes it, not really caring about the leaking anymore. If it's not contagious the rest is just a small inconvenience, even if it's a gross one.

"We don't have them in my Cybertron either I saw a little organic playing with it once when I was in Earth That time I wasn't paying much attention and had no idea what the cube could do but I noticed that it didn't detonate any bomb." There's a slightly amused tone in the reply, there he forgives you.

[sword_redemption]

No argument on the gross. At least you don't have to feel yourself liquefying at the same time.

"What does it do?" Other than 'not explode' and 'cause certain robots intense mortification'?

[raceme]

There's that small consolation.

"Well if you move this pieces here..."

Blurr shows what it does with a demonstration. He's rotating the cube probably too fast for Drift's eye to catch though, and in no time all the colors are in the right place.

[sword_redemption]

Drift of course can't follow movement that fast, but he can tell that the color arrangement is different from before to after.

You can't fool him.

Okay you can't fool him twice.

"So. Now what?"

[raceme]

"You mess up the colors and then try to fix the cube again. It's harder than it looks lik TRY IT"

Blurr mix up the colors again and then handles Drift the cube. Good luck, he messed them a lot in a nanosec.

[sword_redemption]

He looks at the cube, rotating the faces. All right. That's white. And that's another white and if he just...turned it this way. And then....

He's aware he's been holding it longer than it took Blurr to solve it.

"It, uh, it is harder than it looks." He hands it back, surrendering.

[raceme]

"I enjoy things that might look simple at first glance but are far more complex than people gives it credit for." That description is like Blurr in a nutshell.

"You said Pharma was working on a cute I'm glad that you found your friend but isn't him the mech that has no hands?"

[sword_redemption]

....except you don't look that simple to Drift. The toy seems more frustrating than fun to him, but, well, that's obviously just him.

"Yes. Pharma. The one with no hands." Don't remind Drift. It makes Pharma crabby and he is really, really hard to cheer up. "But he has help, in Liege Maximo's lab."

[raceme]

That's new then. Rubik's cube can be rather frustrating, Blurr's lucky to have his speed.

"Good good...perhaps we can look around the pile and see if we can find something for him to use." Lockdown uses a hook after all, is not like they need proper hands. "What FirstForged are you linked too?"

[sword_redemption]

"I think he just wants his hands back." A hook. Well, Lockdown has a hook, and Impactor has that harpoon.

"I've been looking for them, here. You know, near where he arrived." Because it would be weird to show up without hands. And it's something to do that might cheer up Pharma.

"Me? Vector Prime. He's the one that stopped this," points at rust, "from killing me." So, Vector Prime? A+!

[raceme]

"How those looks like? Color? Number of fingers?"

Maybe they should to ask Pharma what he thinks about cutlery, Blurr saw a big salad fork in one of the piles.

Blurr blink and then smiles, he moves to show Drift his arm where there's the golden glymph. "I'm familiar with him."