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Arts and Crafts

Who: Arcee and whoever
What: Making pointy things
When: 22nd
Where: Junkpile
Notes: None

Arcee had been human for some time now, and much to her dismay she'd been getting used to it. Not wanting others to, well, notice, she'd been keeping to herself in hopes that the time alone would make her feel otherwise.

Maybe it was working. Lately she'd been feeling, erm, smaller. Weaker. Humans squish easy. But the thing is, she knows they aren't a weak race. They had ways to make themselves stronger, they're versatile.

Seemed about time to do the same.

Finally taking some time out of the temple, Arcee made her way to the Junkpile in hopes to find something, anything she could use to defend herself with in case things ever got ugly. Even if they didn't, she missed her weapons, almost felt incomplete without them. At the very least, it gave her a project to do to kill some time.

After finding some scrap metal, Arcee found herself a place to sit down and began getting to work. Makeshift blades would do for now. Maybe find a way so she could wear them on her arms like she used to.

...Haha, is this what she was reduced to? Making stuff out of garbage? Oh Cybertron, you sure did know how to push her.

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[And once again, Kay had taken her crow out to do some training in collecting items. He was getting a knack for it, and even collecting things on his own for her. But when it's curiosity piqued, hopping across the junkpile, Kay could only groan. She couldn't blame him, he was still just a bird, but she wished he'd LISTEN better. Following him, she hopped from pile to pile, scrambling when it collapsed on her.

But turning the corner, she found herself staring at a lady.]

Oh! Sorry! That's my crow right there.

[The crow seems to be perched on her knee, staring at her. He knows who you are...not that his gullible little owner would.]

[To be honest, she doesn't care if Kay recognized her or not. Not anymore. After the fiasco with Cliffjumper, or who might be Cliffjumper, she didn't expect anyone to recognize her ever again.

It was a terrible feeling, but one she learned to expect.

Knee crow or not, she can't help but smirk at Kay.]

Glad to see someone's still the same around here.

[Hello, Kay. She actually missed you.]

[Kay's face went from apologetic to complete shock. She was no genius, but she could recognize a voice when she heard one. And yours...while a bit different, had the same tone as...well, the obvious.

And she was more than aware of the situation going on.]

Arcee? Is that you...?

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[Arcee returns the shock with some of her own in the form of wide-eyed surprise.

It quickly turns into annoyance.]

So you can figure it out, but--

[She stops herself, shaking her head. No, let's not take out our frustration on Kay. Keeping her mouth shut, she pats the spot next to her. Get over here before she explodes, kid.]

[She notices, giving a slight headtilt.]

Well yeah...I mean, with the thing going on I guess you learn to expect anything. So it's really you?...

[Without hesitation, she scoots over towards her, planting her but right next to her.]

[That question makes Arcee stop, looking down for a second.]

Sometimes I don't even know anymore.

[Kay's expression drops as she gathers Skydave from her, putting the bird back on her shoulder.]

Whatcha mean? It's not because of the...switch, right?

[Arcee's gaze drifts off into the distance now. She gives a small sigh.]

When you're someone else for a long time, you feel like you start to lose yourself.

[There's a small glare, but it isn't directed at anyone.]

I don't want that to happen, but it doesn't seem like I'm getting any help.

Oh...I...I wouldn't know. But as long as you have people around who know who you are, it's not like you lost something irreplaceable right?

..

[Her eyes travel down to where Arcee's meet.]

I'll help.

[Forgive her if she seems skeptical.]

And how are you going to help?

[Your skepticism is met with optimism, Arcee. Look at that smile.]

Well I don't KNOW just yet, you have to tell me. But whatever it is, I bet I can do something.

Whatever Raf had become, he thought it was close to being normal. He was a little more sensitive to scent and sound, but honestly...it wasn't /that/ bad. The hardest part of all this was getting used to the tail, really, and even then - it helped his balance.

A little bit.

Balancing with his arms on either side, Raf walked the top of a pile, biting his lip a bit as he concentrated...then leapt off. It wasn't a big leap, but landing in a crouch was more than second nature by now, and it /was/ on to a clear area...

"Hah," he said quietly to himself, pleased. At least...it could have been a lot worse.

It could be a lot worse. Like, he could be something Arcee couldn't recognize completely--oh wait.

Arcee may not have been a cat person, but it didn't mean she wasn't alert to sounds. The "Hah" was all she needed to immediately stand up, holding her arms in a defensive position.

Whoever's there, please don't give her a reason to test out these blades. They weren't finished. She didn't want to break her new babies.

A quick glance around and Arcee was able to spot the furry figure. Another good look and her defensive demeanor was completely dropped. That once angry expression softened immediately.

"Oh no."

Raf's ears twitched. Uh oh.

He spun around towards the sound, ready to bolt, only to widen his eyes at the sight. The posture alone was familiar- to say nothing of the realization that came after a few seconds.

"Arcee?"

A beat.

"...it's, ah, not as bad as it looks. Really."

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Although her defenses are down, she can't help but give him a questionable glance. Not so much that he had change, that she got over pretty fast. Yes, it was strange, but it wasn't like things have been normal lately.

No, she was more worried about why was he out here and who is watching him?

"Come here," she motions towards him using her head. Who uses hands anymore? "I want to see this for myself."

She's...never seen a race like whatever Raf is before. Call her curious.

Well, he certainly feels like he's in trouble...

Lowering his head a bit, he headed towards her, reaching to adjust the backpack slung across his shoulders. It'd weathered quite a bit through the months he'd been here, but the straps were starting to fray...

Still, when Arcee says move? You don't care about the way something feels like too hard a pull and it'll tear. You move.

Once Raf's close enough, she begins to give him a more thorough look over. That expression never changes, not making heads or tails of--he has a tail. Why does he have a tail? Why would a person ever need a tail?

"What have they done to you?" she shakes her head, as if disapproving of the Lambda's choice. This is getting too ridiculous for her.

She does notice during her look over, however, that someone is in need of a new backpack. Or at the very least, a sewing lesson.

"Your bag's not gonna last you much longer, kiddo," she sighs and gives him a pat on the head. ...Oh. Oh no.

He's so soft.

"I don't know. It's like it tried to turn me in to a cat, but it stopped halfway..." As for the bag...he smiles awkwardly. "I'm hoping I'll find something out here that'll replace it, but right now I'm trying to find parts so I can fix my laptop." What with him cracking the casing in his shock of transformation...

His tail flicked from side to side at the thought. Poor laptop. Maybe it was outdated with all the tech that was around here, but it was still his.

"Your laptop broken?" it's easy to tell she's asking questions to distract herself from Raf's...softness. Last thing she needs to do is start being weird and pet the kid.

So back to the laptop, Arcee knows it's a big part of his life. It's almost like his trademark or something. She can imagine fixing it is top priority right now.

Let's help.

"Tell you what, I'll look for a bag, you look for your computer parts," Arcee wouldn't know the first thing about fixing a laptop. Bags, however? Bags she can do.

"How'd it break, anyway?"

"The casing is," answers Raf, a flick of his ear under her hand accompanying the next slow flick of his tail. It feels so weird, having those operate on their own..."I was posting to the Link when I...changed...and it started me enough that I, uh."

Well, that's a rueful look, and him rubbing the back of his head.

"...I kind of hit it hard enough so that it fell on the ground. I'm lucky it still works."

Mostly, at least.

The OS seems stuck on Windows 8, even if he only installed it as a shell.

Damn it, Raf, stop being so adorable. She offers him a smile, the least she can do. Arcee knows first hand how shocking it can be to, erm, suddenly change. Can't really blame him for breaking his laptop like that. And hey, if it still works, even better.

"At least there's that. Come on, we'll find your--well, whatever you need," Arcee doesn't know much about any windows or why you need eight of them. That's why she offered to find the bag. She just wants to help to make up for the fact that she couldn't be there during his change...

As far as Raf knows, he's just getting an extra set of eyes. And Arcee's served as a scout before, hasn't she? So she's probably even better than he is at finding things he can use. In this case...a bag that's not falling apart on him. Leaving him to scour for parts he can try and salvage.

At some point, he'll need to learn how to solder, he thinks. But he returns the smile with a thankful one of his own. "Thanks, Arcee." And then he pauses, just a moment. "Um, I wasn't pulling you away from something else, was I?"

... It was probably ill-advised to go skulking around the junkpile like this. And probably even less advised to do so around Autobots working with blades and other sharp objects.

But this body required fuel. A lot of fuel. Its metabolic rate was something more like one of the vast old energon transports Cybertron used to employ than it was a living thing. So much energy used up so quickly.

He was himself enough, for the moment, to realize he needed to use caution, as he hopped and skittered through the piles of junk. However, his focus was on finding fuel and looking for danger, and not watching out for nonthreatening things.

Such as Arcee.

He tried to work his way under a piece of sheet metal near her, chattering and hissing to himself as he did so.

Chattering and hissing was not something Arcee took well to. It was definitely something to be cautious about, war taught her that. There were no questions asked, Arcee immediately stood up and surveyed the area.

Oh, moving sheet metal. That isn't obvious enough, is it? She gives a glare, figuring something must be watching her. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if something were hunting her right now. Humans were food to someone, she's sure.

Nope, not today. She was prepared. Whoever that was better be ready for a nice rock heading its way because that's exactly what she's throwing at the sheet metal.

"Get out here!" she didn't want to play any games, holding her arms up ready for a fight.

There was a startled, if not pained, squawk from the sheet metal, as the rock hit. The tail thrashed about, as if it had a mind of its own, and there came a harsh clang as Perceptor jerked his head up in reflex -- smashing it against the metal overhead.

Clawed feet scrabbled at the ground before he managed to inch himself backward, staggering almost drunkenly before the stars cleared from his vision. Dirt and grime coated red feathering, and some part of him was distantly irritable, and desperately wanted to clean them.

He shook his head. Repeatedly. Then looked up at Arcee with an indignant hiss.

Do you mind?

...

Oh.

Arcee rolled her eyes and dropped her guard almost instantly. She had a feeling she knew that hissing, but hey. Better safe than sorry. Still, despite how she's the one in the wrong, she couldn't help but look annoyed.

"Little warning would've been nice," her hands move to her hips in usual Arcee fashion. No, she's not sure how he'd give a warning, but one shouldn't be sneaking about like some sort of...dinosaur.

Okay, maybe she could let this one slide...

Warning?

He spread his hands, huffing out a breath as the feathers atop his head lifted. A universal gesture for "HOW?" At least, he hoped it was one. He couldn't speak. He didn't even have his Link on him right now.

Gestures would have to do. Provided he could hold onto his sense of self long enough to carry on a pseudo-conversation.

He padded over nearer, somewhat surprised. Human beings were much smaller than those of his kind, and his head came to her waist, if he lifted it straight up. Slightly less disconcerting, at any rate, than being around Grimlock or Ultra Magnus.

~~Don't you give her dino sass, she's so not in the mood for it.~~

Whatever, she shrugs it off for now, glad to see he's somehow still alive. For some reason she can't help but worry about the people who keep getting turned into animals. Humans? Not so different where it's impossible to function. Animals, on the other hand, she knows very little about and it's not like there are any around to give any advise.

She looks down at Perceptor once he gets closer, his size being somewhat comical to her, although she keeps it to herself. He just seemed a lot bigger over the comm video...

"So, find anything to eat yet?" that was her main concern and she's hoping the answer is yes. Well, it's got to be. He is alive, after all.

~~Perceptor will sass the pants off Megatron if he had the chance, it's just what he does.~~

He cocks his head to one side, yellow eyes somehow managing to look irritable, despite their reptilian nature. Another huff, this one sending the feathers on his sides puffing in and out. His head shakes slowly back and forth.

No. He hasn't found much of anything. There was the garden in Trion's quadrant, which he'd raided. But that hadn't ended well.

Apparently she was right about... needing flesh.

He lets out a mournful little chirp, pausing, briefly, to shake out his feathers in a flurry of dust and metal scraps.

[It seems Arcee isn't the only woman with this idea. Blackarachnia's scouring the junk pile as well. Only she's not looking for makeshift blades to use. She's looking for gears and other useful scrap. Besides, why look for something when she already has a decent blade to use if she gets into trouble?

As she rounds the corner, she stops and arches an eyebrow. Whoever this person was, she could nearly laugh at what they were doing.]

Desperate for a weapon huh? This is hardly the right place to look for something decent.

[Oh, a voice she isn't familiar with. Arcee doesn't turn around at first, rather she's still focused on sharpening her pieces of metal. When she feels like it's good enough, she takes a quick glance over her shoulder to see who this even is.

Oh, a human. Or at least someone in the same boat as her.

She goes back to her work.]

I don't know. Gimme your arm, we could test it out.

Only if you give me your arm to return the favor.

[With a small flourish, Blackarachnia's playing with her balisong and looking a little smug. ]

[Arcee looks over her shoulder once more, eying Blackarachnia's toy.]

So where'd you pick something like that up?

[Since clearly she's the expert on this, apparently, and Arcee is doing it wrong.]

Lets just say it was a gift from someone who really liked me.

[And just like that it's tucked away and Blackarachnia is digging through her sack. Withing moments she's tossing an old butchers knife on the ground for Arcee.]

That'll probably work better then sharpening metal. Or if you want to go the sharpened metal route, your best bet is a spear instead of blades.

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