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Post by Axiom on Feb 22, 2009 9:52:57 GMT -5
Jostling the various jars and datapads in his arms, Axiom strode through the market at a politely quick paced walk. It was a holiday for the city state and the crowds were more sparse and benign than usual but there were still enough people around to make his life a bit of a tricky balancing act.
The fluffy white mech darted soundlessly between two chatting jets before stepping lightly over beggar's legs, momentarily pausing to (with a lot of difficulty and shifting) flip him an energon chip before taking off again. Dull neon lights painted phony colors on the ice-cold road, the mutilated blotched disrupted by his shadow as he paused to look around before setting his belonging down with a relieved huff and audible hiss of dainty servos. After a moment more, Axiom uttered a sharp whistle into the thin air.
For a few moments only the monotonous drift of crowds, vehicles and the dull murmurs of strangers answered him. Then a shifting of feet and surprised yelps and a blink later the crowd was parted by a giant gray instectoid creature, it's massive limbs dragging it's hefty shell along. A line of bags drooped down from the sides of its carapace and a small metal ladder was attached along the curve of it's back, the apex of which was covered by dark gray saddle of sorts. Along it's unoccupied side was a a long, painted sign inscribed with the word "Beastmods" underlined by "Shop of Exotic Mods and Exotic Pets".
The beast chirred at Axiom, antennae waving back and Axiom smiled, reaching out to give the flexible appendages a brief scritch before beginning the meticulous process of moving his stuff into the bags.
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Post by Freefall on Mar 2, 2009 9:55:14 GMT -5
Today was never going to be the best of days for Freefall. He'd already gotten into a spot of trouble with some roguish characters who seemed to have taken an instant dislike to his furry half. As such, he'd been chased through endless streets with them snapping at his heels, metallic shearers in hand. Thankfully all his time scaling large buildings had paid off and he'd finally managed to elude them.
Presently, he was sitting over the ledge of a domed building watching the crowds below. He was still a tad edgy from the day's earlier dramatics and any loud shouts and calls instantly made his fur prick with fear.
He stretched out an arm and prodded the webbed flesh that hung there. Why had those brutes chased him so? Did this organic appearance really offend them so much?
Freefall sighed and peered down to the street below. There seemed to be some sort of commotion, but his position on the ledge meant he couldn't quite see what it was. He shuffled closer over the edge, balancing precariously.
"Oi, wot you doin'!?"
Freefall practically jumped out of his shell. He completely lost his balance and toppled over the ledge, wailing and flailing as he fell.
On the roof, the maintenance mech who had called over to Freefall was left standing dumbly, cleaning implements in hand.
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Post by Axiom on Mar 3, 2009 7:00:44 GMT -5
Huh, the gurrum intestines looked like they were about ready to go bad. Axiom eyed the freshly open package suspiciously for a moment before wafting a hand over the opened end and sniffing the air.
"Bleck! Oof! Ew!"
Sometimes it didn't pay to have a highly calibrated sense of smell. In fact, it took a few moments of face scrunching and recoiling to blindly find a trash can before he was freed from the unholy scent of putrefied alien flesh. Even then it was still burning at the back of his molecular analyzers like a nasty glurp of grease seeping into fine filters.
The pale mech shuddered and took a few minutes to expel air through his sensors when a distant cry caught his attention. Of course, distant cries in a city like Praxus was pretty much a standard event but there was something a tad different about this one. He peered over the crowds; left, right, front and back. It was definitely not coming from the underground because the nearest open sewer pipe was a good kilometer away and the pipes here were all under at least three meter thick slabs of rotting metal.
Axiom squinted his optics suspiciously before craning his slender head skywards.
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Post by Freefall on Mar 6, 2009 5:14:02 GMT -5
Tumbling and twisting, Freefall glimpsed at the ground beneath him. As it rapidly grew closer he noticed something white looking back up at him.
"Look out!" he cried fretfully, pulling the flying squirrel tail over his front and curling into a furry ball in a vain attempt to try and cushion the impending blow.
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Post by Axiom on Mar 7, 2009 0:45:34 GMT -5
Oh slag—
Having a giant ball of fuzzy metal squirrel landing on you at a few dozen kilometers an hour would’ve a killed a human quite easily. It was probably a good thing that Axiom wasn’t human in this case.
He still doesn’t appreciate being ground flat into the pavement though, especially when there’s the distinct ‘crunch’ of a few choice armor plates giving way under the force.
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Post by Freefall on Mar 7, 2009 10:56:25 GMT -5
Well, that was certainly a softer landing than he had expected.
Unfurling from his furry ball, Freefall sat and surveyed his surroundings. He hadn't yet noticed the furry white mech he'd ungraciously landed on and was even more ungraciously squatting on.
The citizens just walked by, albeit clearly avoiding him. Nobody seemed to be making too much of a fuss, which was always a usual but good sign. It meant he hadn't damaged anything precious or injured anybody important.
It was only when his unfortunate crash mat tried to move that he realised he was indeed sitting on someone. Startled, Freefall gingerly peered down and saw the mech he'd landed on. He instantly shot up, babbling numerous apologies.
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Post by Axiom on Mar 7, 2009 12:34:23 GMT -5
Axiom takes a few moments to stare dazedly up at the inky sky after the now dubbed ‘fuzzy tail mech’ moved before attempting to get up himself. The first time kind of involved a lot of rolling.
When he found himself in a semi-kneeling position a few tries later, Axiom finally realized that the young thing was actually apologizing to him. And quite fervently as well.
The pale mech squints that the confusing critter before smiling and nodding and then waving it off with a; “No, no, it’s quite alright!” and then stumbling to his dainty feet afterwards.
“I mean, I don’t usually get used as a landing pad— whoops!” His giant beetle pet chirrs concernedly at him as he lands next to its forelimbs. “Oh my!”
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Post by Freefall on Mar 7, 2009 13:13:43 GMT -5
Freefall immediately dashed after the dainty white mech as he fell, only to quite suddenly stop in his tracks at the giant insectoid creature in front of him.
"Wh-what is that!?" he stammered, pointing a shaky finger at the creature as it chirred.
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Post by Axiom on Mar 7, 2009 13:51:06 GMT -5
It took a moment for the question to register but when it did, Axiom simply gave the kid a slight smile and pointed at the giant beast.
"That's a bug." He murmured. "His name is Cug. I made him myself."
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Post by Freefall on Mar 7, 2009 14:09:09 GMT -5
Freefall's optics widened. That thing was a bug!? A million questions raced through his processor in the instances that followed. Just who was this mech? How had he made such a large organic being on Cybertron, of all places? And why did he call it Cug?
"You-you made it?" Freefall finally yammered stupidly. "What do you mean?"
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Post by Axiom on Mar 7, 2009 14:26:37 GMT -5
Ah, it was quite understandable for someone to be so confused after landing on a complete stranger. How rude of Axiom not to have introduced himself!
"Axiom, genetic artist, beast mode designer and creator of customized pets." Axiom smiles and nods up at the stranger hazily. "And I can't feel my legs right now."
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Post by Freefall on Mar 7, 2009 15:04:52 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, sorry about that."
Freefall wringed his clawed hands before venturing closer to Axiom and kneeling to help him up. The very least he could do was help the poor mech after practically squashing him.
"I'm Freefall, by the way," he added chipperly. "Leading aerial technician." Okay, so that last part wasn't strictly true, but that was what he spent every waking moment trying to be.
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Post by Axiom on Mar 7, 2009 16:16:16 GMT -5
"It's quite alright, really, I don't mind being the occasional unexpected landing pad," Axiom gladly lets himself be guided back onto his feet before thoughtfully continuing, "adds more zeal to life and all that."
Cug clearly disagrees as it utters a most disapproving series of clicks he's heard since that incident with the resku beast. Of course, Cug was a giant but with a saddle so his opinion didn't really matter at the moment.
"What a lovely name." He mumbles to Freefall a moment later and tries his best not to stumble.
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Post by Freefall on Mar 7, 2009 16:56:45 GMT -5
As bizarre as it was, Freefall couldn't help but smile at Cug's unnerving clicking. It was as if the creature was trying to tell him how cross it was at him for squashing its owner.
"Will you be alright on your own?" he asks Axiom as they both find their feet.
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Post by Axiom on Mar 8, 2009 6:23:13 GMT -5
Axiom brushes down the dusty fur on his arms and sides with his free hand before looking up at Freefall and nodding confidently.
"I will be perfectly fine!" And for a moment he really does look it. Then he starts falling forwards.
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