002 - [open commentlog] Educate the giant robot or watch him go flying?

[angleofscience]

[There had been a few distractions, but it was time to find out how restricted the airspace was, if it was. So here is Jetfire, standing on the edge of the Green closest towards the Barracks and staring at the sky, helm tilted back, arms crossed. Before he goes, though...]

//Starscream, want to come flying? I talked with someone earlier who indicated the sky isn't what it seems.//

[The comm sent and over with, Jetfire concentrates back on the sky again. It looks normal. It ought to be normal. But apparently it isn't.

Go stare at the jet, before or after he comes down?]

((ooc: Backdated to recently after his arrival, since I am slow...))

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[trollscream.livejournal.com]

//What? Is it a holographic projection or something? It's the sky. What blasted else could it be?//

[Really, Jetfire. You're a scientist you should know these things.]

[He'll come anyway since he obviously isn't allowed to go blow someone up or anything else destructive.]

[angleofscience]

//Have you actually looked up yet? There is no sun in the sky, Starscream. And yet there's light, and there's a day/night cycle.//

[Jetfire points out, faintly exasperatedly, standing calmly in the corner he's chosen for its lack of any larger greenery; just grass and flat ground.

He does turn around when the Seeker approaches, giving Starscream a slight tilt of his helm in greeting.]

[trollscream.livejournal.com]

[No he really hasn't... But you don't need to know that Jetfire. Hahaha.]

And so the great scientist couldn't help flying off into the -- What is on your leg?

[He just stares at the tattoo.]

[angleofscience]

[Starscream, it would behoove you to pay attention to your surroundings! At the remark about his tattoo/markings, Jetfire looks down and then shrugs.]

Apparently everybody has one. Yours is around the Decepticon insignia on your wing, if you haven't noticed it yet. I tried asking what they were, but the one I asked had no idea either.

[Jetfire frowned faintly, casting a glance over the ring of letters around the Decepticon insignia, sort of framing it.]

[trollscream.livejournal.com]

[Actually Starscream hadn't noticed that either. He turns a bit to look at it and sort scowls at its existence.]

Well at least mine isn't in a stupidly girly place, whatever it is.

[He will totally try removing it later.]

[angleofscience]

[The comment recieves a frown from Jetfire and another look down at his thigh. That word was unfamiliar, not even translated over to Cybertronix, and he's confused.]

... Girly? Starscream, could you at least use words I recognize if you intend to express your displeasure with where the markings are placed?

[rosesandlimes.livejournal.com]

[Speaking of girly--well, okay, not girly. Female, yes. Also, heavily armed for a human, anyway. While she'd never gone without her knife, since the creepiness with the pumpkins, Iriel had taken to keeping her 9mm and compound bow on her at all times.

Even for a simple walk across the courtyard. Sure, she noticed the two flying across the "sky" but beyond that, Iriel kept on course back to the barracks.]

[trollscream.livejournal.com]

Primus you are dense. Don't you know what a girl is?

[Oh look, a girl. He moves down and picks up the human who he recognizes from before and holds her out towards Jetfire.]

This is a girl. The female of the human species. Generally slightly smaller, more agile, and better looking than their male counterparts.

They seem to be attracted to pink objects, fuzzy mammals, and multicolored flying insects. Why? I don't know. But I suppose it is some sort of weakness only their kind has.

[angleofscience]

[Jetfire has a feeling the female human's going to be... upset, at being picked up like that, but he listens, helm tilted, since she's hardly in any danger.]

Starscream... [Jetfire frowns, optics sliding over the woman thoughtfully.] Would that be your own opinion, or, ah, objectively gathered data? It... doesn't surprise me you'd think they'd be the more... attractive ones.

[Dubiousness, Jetfire has it. There's also a slight hesitation in his voice as he says 'attractive'; sure, he's not going to say humans are ugly, but... attractive? They're another species, and organic, on top of that. Interesting, most assuredly and somewhat aestethically pleasing... but attractive?]

Also, I am aware the human species were parted up into two major sexes, but it's quite impossible for me to know a word for the female half in one of their languages.

If it's totally cool with you guys. You'll have an audience while you're flying/after 8D

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Isabella is just staring at the things she sees in the air. They remind her of the golem she had met so long ago, and the one she has glimpsed recently around the keep but these? They were flying... and so fast!

How she longed to do the same. Her crippled wings twitching to soar. She will watch them, until told not to.]

Definitely okay! C:

[angleofscience]

[He'd have to admit to being utterly, completely, frustrated and confused when they hit a ceiling - barrier, perhaps - far above the Keep. Invisible, but a barrier was a barrier and that... Shouldn't be possible! So he'd distracted himself with flying, until he notices there's someone down there...

So he lands, fascinated with the wings the... girl... has. A human ought not have wings, right? he's relieved he managed to get Starscream to send him the language file, otherwise this would have been harder than it will be.]

Greetings. [Jetfire smiles, and then realizes... wings, bird wings (or perhaps "bird-like") shouldn't look like that, should they?]

... Are you all right? [He comes closer slowly, to give her a chance to back off, or otherwise tell him to stop, before he kneels down a bit off from her. Being a lot shorter than he's used to, he's still taller when standing up so this seems like the right sort of courtsey.]

:) !!!

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She had some trepidation about the flying golem when he landed and came for her. The last golem she had any sort of conversation with had been Sideswipe and he had the attitude of a bratty five year old, with destructive tendencies.

All her fear was laid to rest with his simple greeting.]

Good afternoon, sir!

[She's comforted by his smile but blinks at his question.]

Me?... I am- Oh!

[She reddens a bit as the big golem gets down to her level, almost. She realizes what he was concerned with then. She turns a bit so he can see that one wing clearly permanently dragging upon the ground.]

They have been this way, for awhile now. I am alright, otherwise.

Thank you for your concern...

:D

[angleofscience]

[The title, which he understands is sex... or is that gender? specific for humans, get a tilt of his helm from him, but Jetfire otherwise doesn't react to it, just gives her a nod. That she, however, says she's been like this for a while...]

It isn't possible to repair it? Or is it too late for that? I remember something about organic bones being harder to set in their correct fashion if they've been allowed to heal in the wrong position?

[He keeps his voice slightly lower than usual; she does seem to exhibit some traits of nervousness, if he can extrapolate and interpret it that way.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She gives the golem a sad smile.]

Yes, you are right that it is harder to set the bones, the older and injury is. I will have to have the bones rebroken and set properly, and even still...

We can not be sure that it will work. Sycora, the Keep's healer is going to try and fix them. We just don't know if I will be able to fly again.

[She looks up at him, and the smile getting a bit more relaxed and a few degrees brighter. He, on the otherhand, was a flyer of a most peculiar nature!]

But, are your wings broken also? They did not move while you were flying and you moved so very fast!

[Just a little awed.]

[angleofscience]

[That is a sad thought; that someone obviously made for flight (even if what looks like a human ought not have wings) cannot fly due to being cripped in such a way.]

I hope it does, then. Flying... Well, if you're made for it, and used to it, it does lay the base for a... habit, so to speak. [Jetfire murmurs, though it's more like a need than merely something so... straightforward as a 'habit', before he smiles, both in response to Isabella's smile, and as a reaction for her comment about his wings.]

No, they aren't. I do not fly in the same way as you, as an organic being, does; my wings do not... hm, provide both lift and propulsion, therefore I don't need them to actually move. Another, internal part of me provides the propulsion.

[It is, of course, possible she won't understand the explanation, but Jetfire never remembers to tailor his explanations beforehand, and further, he wouldn't want to assume she might not understand.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[A habit? Well, that is one way of putting it. ]

I truly hope so also. I miss it.

[She dreams of it every night. Though usually those dreams go to nightmares, she wouldn't give them up. It was very much a need, indeed.

Then he catches her attention in a completely different way!]

Forgive me, please, but some of your language I am not very familiar with. Does organic mean 'people' and that word propulsion, is that 'going forward'?

[You've stumbled across a bard, dear sir. She knows a number of different languages and has a bit of a passion for spoken words...]

[angleofscience]

[A habit was probably a bad choice of words, it being such an integral component of anyone capable of flight, but it had been what had come out.]

Understandable. More than so, really.

[He falls quiet for a moment, before looking her over.]

I have already offered to bring another individual with me when I go flying at some point as soon as I know what sort of stresses a human body can take. I wouldn't be averse to extend the same offer to you.

[She might not be able to fly on her own like that, but maybe it could help?]

Hmm... while propulsion does mean 'going forward', organic is simply a description of anything consisting of biological, organic, material.

[Jetfire tipped his head, smiling slightly as he explained; while explaining was never his favourite thing to do, she had at least narrowed down what she understood and what she needed explained in such a way to make it easier to explain.]

Grass is biological,for example, as well as animals. You are part of a biological, organic, species.

[b100b100dbeast.livejournal.com]

[Equius is moodily skulking about, trying to explore the area a bit more when he sees the rather spectacular sight in the sky. O-Oh dear. He had thought Ironhide would be the only mechanical Goliath he would encounter here, but he was apparently fantastically mistaken.]

Oh my... Glorious.

[Have a tiny anger-troll staring up at the robots, with a look of awe at their obviously mighty control of the sky.]

[angleofscience]

[Impressive, yes? It would certainly be even more so if both of the jets were their proper size, but you can't have everything. It takes a bit for one of them to land, but Jetfire notices the audience quickly after landing and nods.]

Hello.

[... wait. Looks human, but usually they don't have gray skin, right? Jetfire tilts his helm as he comes a bit closer, studying the troll curiously.]

You... are not human, are you?

[b100b100dbeast.livejournal.com]

[When you're still rather huge, and made of such STRONG looking metal, Equius could not be more interested.]

Hello..

[He's even more amazed at that transformation. Can Ironhide transform into something amazing as well?! O-Oh cod.]

What? Oh thankfully not, not at all. Are you one of those marvelous mechanical beings? H-Have you fought countless battles, as well?

[B-Because the other one says he has. He's been in COUNTLESS BATTLES. Even if he wouldn't tell the troll any stories... Equius isn't as focused on him anymore, though. Not when there's another automaton musclebeast in front of him.]

[angleofscience]

Thankfully? [Jetfire wonders at the phrasing, because while any individual should of course be happy and content to be the species they are, such gratitude at not being a particular species..? Well, he could definitely see a few Cybertronians express such gratitude over not being, say, human, too.]

And, if you by that second mean, "am I Cybertronian?" then, yes. I wouldn't consider the battles "countless", but the war, at least in my dimension, has been going on for millions of vorns... I could probably get a accurate number of the amount of battles that has been fought, but figuring out what counts as a separate battle from the next might be tricky...

[Jetfire's frowning thoughtfully out in the distance now; not yet completely immersed in this idea, but certainly started in on it. Except... there had been a question in there, too, hadn't it?]

... That is, I have fought in quite a few battles, yes.

[b100b100dbeast.livejournal.com]

Yes, thankfully. I would hate for my blood to be so... crimson.

[He grins a broken toothed grin up at the "Cybertronian".]

Oooh. Vorns? Are those like sweeps? Millions, you say... You must be quite the hardened warrior! Would you... Would you tell me some of your stories of glory and STRENGTH, sometime?

[Equius takes a step forward, getting awkwardly close. Little beads of sweat begin to gather on him.]

I've fought many battles, as well!

[angleofscience]

This... matters to you, I assume?

[He couldn't see how, but Jetfire was certainly curious as to why, if so.]

A vorn is... hm... If you know the length of an Earth year? A vorn is eighty three Earth years. [Jetfire couldn't help the slight twitch at being called a hardened warrior, because while that was probably, technically, true, he didn't like that at all.]

Ah... I consider myself a scientist first and foremost... [A helmtilt.] I... Maybe. [He would like to say no, truly, but he's not sure how. He's not a storyteller either, so he's quite sure he wouldn't retell what he had logged in any interesting way.]

[b100b100dbeast.livejournal.com]

Well, yes! Red is as low as you can get on the hemospectrum...

[The troll looks up, giving Jetfire the same look a child gives santa, or some other human idol.]

A sweep is... about two earth years... So that's...

[He looks at his hands, moving them as if counting. He can hardly focus on math, with such a mighty figure near him!]

Quite a lot, still! A scientist? Really? But why would you have any need for science, with such strength!

[Genuine curiosity.]

Really? Fantastic! I could share some of my own stories, as well. I've slain countless monsters and massive beasts.

[He does a little flex, to emphasis his own STRENGTH.]

[angleofscience]

... Hemospectrum?

[The word has Jetfire both confused and intrigued; he's certainly interested in learning how other species sees and categorizes the world, even if it would have no bearing on the world other than their own (and their own perception of it).]

While I am certainly among one of the larger... well, originally, discounting the shrinking this place has imposed on me, and stronger of our species, strength is never everything. I don't really have interest in conflict, though obviously my strenght has provided me certain advantages in battles.

[The flex is somewhat confusing; Jetfire doesn't have the context to understand what it's supposed to mean, but he nods thoughtfully at the assertion.]

I'm sure that required some inguenity, if they were larger and stronger than yourself.