All Around the Mul-Haven Bush! [Open]

[notyourblueangel]

WHO: Thundercracker and whoever decides to tag in.
WHERE: All over Haven.
WHEN Any time between the 10th and the 15th (basically, the span of the event)
WHAT: Thundercracker is attempting to learn to control his new teleporting ability. His efforts are taking him - according to him - "all over fragging creation!"
WARNINGS: Grumpy jet? Grumpy jet appearing unannounced in your washrack/shower? 8D;;;
NOTES: Feel free to have him appear wherever. Just be sure to specify the location. And don't forget to add your tag to the post! (Or if you can't, PM me and I'll do it. =3 )



Pit, how did Skywarp manage this!?  He made it look so easy!  He could teleport on a half-fragged thought and still hit his mark with perfection.  Well . . . up to a certain distance, anyway.  But even then, at least he managed to get where he was intending to go!  And didn't just jump without even meaning too!  This was RIDICULOUS!

But . . . ridiculous or not, Thundercracker needed to master this.  And fast.  Because teleporting when he hadn't meant to was inconvenient at best!  Potentially dangerous at worst.  Plus . . . he could certainly see the advantage of having the ability.  That, of course, went without saying, intimately acquainted as he was with the advantage to which his wingmate used it.  And so, Thundercracker had decided to devote time to learning to control this newfound power. 

Unfortunately, it meant a lot of bouncing around to places he hadn't meant to go.  Pit, half the time?  He didn't even know where he was anymore!

He was getting awfully disoriented . . . And frustrated.  Definitely frustrated.

Comments

kinda handwaving some logic with HEY LIVING ARRANGEMENT IMPROVEMENTS since I was inspired

[not_halfbaked]

At least this place had a washrack now.

Korra sighed as the warm water ran down her neck.

That water quickly shifted into ice daggers when she heard something crash behind her, her stance bending the water before she could think.

"Who's there?!"

XD Hey, whatever works! \o/

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker managed to keep his feet - for the most part. He had to catch himself on the wall after dropping a good two or three feet at least. He looked around, instantly realizing he was in someone's private room . . . and an occupied one at that, not an unclaimed one.

"Frag, where am I now?"

He heard water running, and then a voice call to him. He debated ignoring the voice and trying to slip out the door before whoever it was saw him, but . . . Pit, that's what he should do. But . . . he didn't.

"...Thundercracker. You?"

[has_guts]

Ginrai, while staying in the general vicinity of the Primian Temple, had taken to sleeping in his Transector, if only because he only trusted it to be where he could see it right now. Especially since he could tell his trailer was out there somewhere too.

The sound of the crash, however, is enough to wake him up. "What on Earth...?"

PM me if I got anything wrong, so I can edit before you tag if need be. 8D;;;

[notyourblueangel]

The fall to the ground was unexpectedly much farther than it'd been with other jumps . . . while not being far enough for Thundercracker to try to catch himself by engaging his thrusters. He hit the ground hard, unable to keep his feet and winding up on his aft.

"Frag."

Climbing back to his feet quickly, before anyone could see him like that - hopefully no one already had - he took a quick scan of his surroundings. He was on the side of a mountain. Above him was a ridiculously bright temple, a veritable beacon. Huh. And over his left shoulder . . . a mech? Thundercracker turned...

...and backpedaled, both arm rifles powering up as a reflex. Frag, this is exactly something I don't need! Being caught alone mere meters from Optimus Prime was never a good thing. He could always take to the air and just leave, but from this proximity, there was no way the Autobot leader could miss him, and the mech's powerful ion rifle could easily knock him from the sky.

He supposed he could always try teleporting.

...on second thought, maybe he should just take his chances with the Autobot.

Re:

[has_guts]

Okay, Ginrai doesn't know much, about Transformers or about this place yet, but pointing guns at him...

He touched his Mastebracers together. "MASTERFORCE! TRANSFORM! GOD ON!"

In an instant, he was clothed in red and white armor, transforming into an engine and his Transector assuming its robot form, rifle in hand.

"Easy, fellah..."

[notyourblueangel]

The raising of rifles had been a knee-jerk reaction, pretty positive as he'd been of the identity of the distinctive red truck cab. The transformation confirmed it, though he had no idea what the shouted words were supposed to mean. For that matter . . . he didn't recognize the voice.

The word choice was off too. ...the frag?

Thundercracker forced himself to relax his stance enough to not be immediately, outright threatening, though he maintained a ready stance.

"...Prime?"

[has_guts]

Ginrai slowly lowered his gun, though he didn't put it away just yet. He wanted it, just in case.

He shook his head. "No. My name's Ginrai."

[notyourblueangel]

"Gin . . . rai . . . ?"

What the frag kind of name was that?

He shook his head in turn. The name didn't mean so much as...

"You look exactly like someone I know. Are you a leader here?"

[has_guts]

It's Japanese, actually.

"...Everybody says that. It's really kind of weird."

He shook his head. "Oh no. I've hardly been here any time at all."

[notyourblueangel]

"Optimus Prime is . . . distinctive." He frowned a bit, curious if nothing else. "I thought I saw a human. I didn't know you could transform with one inside...?" He was pretty sure an Autobot wouldn't tear up and squish an organic so carelessly, let alone do so within himself.

[has_guts]

"Oh," Ginrai said. "Yes. The human. That was... me."

[notyourblueangel]

That . . . made the Seeker frown, not liking what that seemed to imply. So the human was the one speaking? Had he subjugated a Cybertronian somehow? Turned him into some kind of puppet?

He knew better than to assume. Best to ask. "What do you mean? Does the mech have no processor of his own? Or he's mute? Needs a human to speak for him?"

[has_guts]

He shook his head. "It's a Transector. It's a... kind of robotic lifeform meant to merge with a human. It's like... a part of me."

Can't tell from pictures - does Ginrai (well, the Transector) have an Autobrand? Or any other logo?

[notyourblueangel]

Not a Cybertronian of some kind then? Huh. Well . . . he wasn't sure if that made it "all right" but he'd leave that aspect alone for now.

Curiosity got the better of the Seeker. He approached a little, giving respectable berth as he circled, looking him - it? - over. "So . . . is it human-built, then? Or . . . ?"

Re: Yeah. He's got Autobot symbols on his shoulders

[has_guts]

"Cybertronian built, they think," he said. "But none of the answers we have got make much sense. Especially not the part about a giant Decepticon that broke up."

Okie. =3

[notyourblueangel]

That made Thundercracker stop in his tracks, shifting to meet the other's gaze - or anyway, he assumed the little squishy was seeing through his robot vehicle's optics.

"Broke up? What do you mean, broke up? And who are 'they'?"

Re: Okie. =3

[has_guts]

"Me and the other Autobots, we got some information out of Cancer, one of the Decepticon Headmaster Juniors. His superiors, Giga and Mega, said there had once been a gigantic Decepticon that broke into eight pieces. The Decepticons have three of them, the Autobots have this one, and everyone's searching for the other four."

Re: Okie. =3

[notyourblueangel]

'Cancer'? 'Headmaster'? Thundercracker shakes his head.

"You're right. The answers don't make sense. So how did you become an Autobot and get this . . . Transector?"

Re: Okie. =3

[has_guts]

"Okay, now that's an easy question!"

Ginrai went on to explain. "I needed to buy a new truck, because mine had broken down, and I took this one for a test run, because the owner was eager to get rid of it. And then I found these bracelets in the glove box and put them on. But then these Decepticon jets, Hydra and Buster, attacked it. Diver, one of the Autobots, tried to stop them, but they were too strong. But when the bracelets touched, the truck repaired itself and I got this armor than let me merge with it."

Ginrai looked a little proud. "And then I transformed and sent them running."

[notyourblueangel]

Still no dice recognizing designations, either Decepticon or Autobot, but he supposed maybe that shouldn't surprise him. He nodded at the last - much as he didn't like hearing about Decepticons being run off by a lone Autobot, considering who that Autobot was, or at least who the body seemed to be based on...

"If your body - the, ah, Transector body - is built anything like Optimus Prime's, I can see that. So . . . 'Ginrai' . . . is that your name, the human, or the mech's?"

[has_guts]

"Ginrai is my name. The human. I don't know if the Transector has a name."

[notyourblueangel]

"If it has no mind or spark of its own, I doubt it. I am Thundercracker."

[has_guts]

Ginrai held out a hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Thundercracker. I'm glad here, we don't have to be enemies."

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker hesitated a moment, gazing at the hand. The idea of peace was almost alien to him, and he really didn’t know what to do with it. Especially when the one sticking his hand out looked exactly like that irritatingly altruistic fragger who’d been a bur in his joints for almost as long as he could remember. But . . . that wasn’t this person, and despite the brands on the body’s shoulders, the human driving the mindless mechanoid was not a part of their war, not really. And the war didn’t exist here.

Finally, he nodded and took the offered hand in a firm grip. “So it would seem. Take care of yourself, Ginrai.”