Bumblebee's back ((forgot to add, MIGHT BE SPOILERS >_>))
Sep. 29th, 2007 @ 03:10 pm
And this time she's got a question all ready, and a piece of what looks like a broken garden fountain to write it on the floor with.
After she's done with a large mural of stick Autobots that looks a bit like cave art.
Several moments of intent creativity are followed by the inscribing of the words, 'If you knew that a friend was possibly going to do something that could get him killed, would you try to stop him?'
You are feeling:
"Possibly. It depends on why
they're doing this, and how dangerous it is."
She contemplates the small being thoughtfully. Then taps the part of her question that mentions that the activity could get her friend killed.
Then she adds, 'He does it to save me.'
A pause to read this, before he answers. "I know, but how likely is it that he'll be killed?"
He nods. "From?"
'I've met the wandering spark of one who did it. Getting killed, I guess.'
"Ah. Is he more likely to be killed than you will?" He's guessing she's attempting the same thing.
'If he throws himself in front of a gun... yes.'
"...stopping him might be a good idea, yes."
"If they won't listen t'reason? Nah, I wouldn't stop 'em, but I'd sure as hell try 'n keep 'em alive so's they can learn from their mistake."
Whoops, she shouldn't have wiped out the conversation with the last guy.
Bee starts writing again. 'Apparently he does it to keep me alive.'
"Ah, alright. S'what kinda danger are you 'n him in, then? If y'don't mind me askin'."
'War.' She frowns at the word she's just written, but then remembers Ratchet walking into the power line and snorts softly.
Jazz glides behind Bumblebee silently and concentrates on touching his clawed hand soothingly down her back. "Bumblebee...baby, I told ya not to worry about it."
She starts, but writes, 'I'm not worrying.'
"Bee," Jazz's horns point forward, "Warn my counter part if you must, but Optimus told me himself not to engage Megatron . Just don't lose your focus on protecting Sam, and recovering the Allspark."
'I'm not losing
focus,' she wrote without looking up, then made a sound of amusement. 'That was Rachet that walked into the power line, wasn't it? I heard him say something about tingling.'
He chuckles. "Yeah, he was a little jacked up after words. He tried to egg Ironhide on when he suggested taking out the parents, if I remember right."
She facepalms, then finally straightens to turn and offer her friend a hug.
Jazz smiles and hugs her as tight as he can. Which is still feather light on her, but he's leary about bringing himself close when he's made of nothing but spark. "You're a sweet kid, 'Bee." He chuckles. "Although you may hate me for saying it."
Rollbar wanders over tiredly to see what this is about. Then he gives a weak chuckle. "Aren't we always doin' things that could get us killed?"
He thinks for a second, then shrugs. "Yes, if it was somethin' stupid. Something it wasn't important to do and he was just being an idiot."
She looks at him warily, but she's gotten wind of the neutrality of this place now and only taps her writing tool against her arm before writing, 'He's saving me, apparently.'
From Rollbar's point-of-view, of course, this sounds like a win-win situation. He pushes that aside long enough to shrug. "Then I guess it depends if he has to. Or which of you's more useful to the team."
She nods thoughtfully, absently adding sticking up hair and a stuck out tongue to her stick Megatron.
It's really a shame Rollbar doesn't recognise it. For now, he seems slightly amused by the whole drawing-in-the-dirt thing. He tilts his head at the latest addition with a half-chuckle. "What's that supposed to be?"
She turns to look at him, face showing amusement, then writes, 'Megatron'.
He blinks. Then looks down at the drawing again. Then looks back at her and says, firmly, "Sky-byte draws better than you."
He is, of course, guessing. He's never seen her Megs.