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angleofscience) wrote2011-10-21 08:01 pm
angleofscience) wrote2011-10-21 08:01 pm
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002 - [open commentlog] Educate the giant robot or watch him go flying?
[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...))
//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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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.]
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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.
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[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!
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
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[If he could look any more full of awe, he would.]
You are one of the stronger ones? Amazing! And I agree about strength not being everything! You also need power! And a commanding voice. Like mine. We should spar! I think I would like to fight you, sometime.
[The troll shows a full toothed grin when someone FINALLY appreciates his conquests.]
It was mainly just strength I had relied on. I once punched a giants head clean off of his shoulders.
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[If Jetfire had had awareness of the similar human cultural ideas of 'royal/noble' blood being 'blue' he might have been able to extrapolate and connect the two, as it is, he can't.]
There are those larger and stronger, of course. My frame and size, as well as that I have modified myself for space-capability gives me a greater base-capability for strength than other frame-types, yes.
[... He's quiet for a few seconds, and then simply neither agrees nor disagrees to the sparring. He doesn't see how they could do that on equal terms at all, and that is inclduding his current size-change. The comment of punching a "giant's" head off its shoulders gets a quiet stare; he can of course figure out what a 'giant' ought to be considering the word used for it.]
Your capabilities are such?
[But there's no obvious indication of such strength in that... er. Tiny body.]
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[He occasionally wonders what stopped things from being the other way around in the beginning.]
Space-capability? Amazing! My kind travel space, too. But they must rely on ships and levitation. And yes! My strength is so grand, that only the strongest lusus species could have handled raising me.
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[This was... simply contrary to normal, proper natural laws. Why, Keep, why, forcing him to accept these strange things?]
Most have to do that among my species as well, even if we all can handle brief periods of exposure in space. [He nods, then looks him over again.]
I see. Would you be willing to demonstrate?
... Ah, on something that wouldn't incur punishment, of course. [Jetfire frowns, well-remembering Bryn's recount of that.]
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The Grand Highblood's is a regal shade of violet. And my moirail's is green. It's okay but not eh...great. Of course I can demonstrate my power- but my moirail has forbidden-... I mean to say I choose not to destroy property of the keep. Hmm...
[He glances around, looking for something heavy to break and not get in trouble over.]
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Moirail? And... hm... I suppose no one should mind if we find an already fallen tree or branch of suitable size, or a large rock..?
[Jetfire doesn't really know yet what is acceptable to be breaking or tearing up or not, so he'll err on the side of caution.]
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[Equius scampers off a bit to look for a rather large branch.]
Yes, Moirail. She is the other half of me, you could say. Here! Behold.
[He stops at a large rotting log, rubbing his hands together as he bends to try to lift it. It gets a few inches off the ground, rather good for a small thing like him, before it thuds back onto the ground. Curse this strength sap.]
Hold on- Wait- Watch.
[He shuffles off to one end of it, lifting it up a bit higher before letting it thud back onto the ground.]
Augh. Okay, I am much stronger than this. I assure you, I am merely adjusting to the changes here. I will gain my strength, again.
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[Jetfire nods, and follows Equius, curiously waiting; his first assumptions - despite that yes, even that log is a rather impressive feat for someone who probably shouldn't be able to carry it - is that he's been exaggerating, but...]
My first suggestion would be a difference in gravity from the world you're from and this place, but I had someone tell me... changes were not unusual. In that heights [here Jetfire gestures to himself] as well as... what they called powers had been altered.
[A frown, and he crosses his arms.]
I can't confirm it, since my strength seems to have adjusted proportionally to my new size, courtsey of the Lord of this place. [Displeasure, Jetfire has it. Just altering someone against their will?]
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[Equius frowns, folding his own arms as if imitating the still-giant robot.]
Perhaps. The gravity feels the same, though I've heard of this change in power too. Obviously it is because the lord of this keep fears us at our full strengths.
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It wouldn't surprise me, no. It might not just be for fear over an... uprising, however, but to make sure we're as safe as we can be from eachother.
[Not everybody is, by a long shot, 'nice', after all.]