foolishwren | 67. [4TH WALL EVENT POST]

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67. [4TH WALL EVENT POST]

_{[So that night, y'know, Heather and presumably a lot of other people getting ready to head off from Olivine in the morning after all that stormy chaos had all either conked out in the Center or checked into the (distinctly crappier than Goldenrod's, for the record-- PEH) local inn for the night.]

[And in the morning, all would be normal and Heather'd head off back to Goldenrod with her dad and everything would be totally chill.]}

_{[... Or not.]}

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[ooc: SO FOR THE DURATION OF THE EVENT, HEATHER WILL BE WANDERING AROUND WITH A CERTAIN UNWANTED GUARDIAN ANGEL IN TOW. That said, if you just wanna subject Heather to whatever crack you want, by all means TAG AWAY as though Valtiel's just a fly on the wall. He's pretty good at that. SO HIT ME WITH YOUR WTF-IEST, GUYS!]

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_{[... Ew. Heather is not a huge fan of creepy laughing voices coming out of her speakers. In fact, she's not a fan of creepy ANYTHING coming through her speakers.]

[Y'know, after that damn radio...]}

You got a real fucked-up idea of what looks good, then.

No slag. As far as fleshlings go, you're all disgusting. What makes this one worse?

_{[... B(]}

Well, what are YOU if you're so perfect?

Decepticon.

[You can hear the smirk in his voice.]

... Sounds like something a third-grade boy made up.

[Philistine.]

...

[Insulted? He? BAH.]

[He laughs again, more quietly.] Funny little Fleshling. You can't survive in space, can you? I wonder what would happen if I snatched you, locked you in my storage space, and opened the airlocks above the atmosphere. [...sigh.] Although cleaning up would be too much of a chore.

_{[Heather narrows her eyes, lip curling-- obviously it's not visible through audio transmission, but it's probably noticeable in her voice.]}

Threats are for babies, buddy.

If your little hypothetical scenario came to fruition, I'd find a way to take you down with me. You can count on that.

[No, threats are for robots who lost their robot bits. :( ]

A tiny, squishy thing like you? How, exactly?

See, the thing about tiny, squishy things is that since we're so, y'know, tiny and squishy, we get good at figuring out OTHER methods of getting our way. It's called 'being resourceful'.

And hey, y'know, if I was gonna die horribly in space anyway, might as well go out in a huge epic explosion that blows whatever microchip makes you sentient enough to have developed an ego to smithereens, don't you think?

[He snorts]

Nothing you humans make can scratch my metal.

[But, damn, that's such a Blizwing thing to say! ...sigh. He misses Blitzwing.]

You remind me of someone I know. A complete idiot. You're not as dumb as most Fleshlings. [Which isn't saying much. Blitzwing is still almost at stupid as Brawl most of the time.]

Big explosions are usually caused by complete idiots, so I wouldn't find any comfort in that if I were you. I'd find a way.

_{[It's true-- Heather's one cocky kid. But to be fair... she did kill a god. Not all of that confidence is unfounded.]}

Heh. Don't count on that, Fleshling.

[Astrotrain doesn't know anything about gods, but he knows that unless the kid is secretly an Autobot, she's unlikely to kill him.]

I'd like to see the look on Blitzwing's face if he knows some human is better than him at explosions.

_{[She just rolls her eyes. Call it cocky, but she figures if someone's determined to think she can't beat 'em, it'll be all the more satisfying when she actually does. ... Not that she really fancies her chances against a giant robot but hey, it's a moot point, right?]}

I don't know who Blitzwing is, but I'd wager I'm better than him at a LOT of things, if he's pals with YOU.

_{[... Okay, that one was just immature.]}

Is that the best you can do?

[Then yes, she's about as smart as Blitzwing.]

Of course not. You're just not worth the effort.

What the hell's your name anyway, jackass?

That's what they always say when they're out of ideas.

Why should I tell you, afthead?

Becaaause you're the one who contacted this line in the first place?

You're the one who started broadcasting. [He shrugs - not that she can see through the audio.]

Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine.

Not on purpose.

And my name's Cheryl. Cough up.

Yeah, right.

Cheryl? That's a stupid name. It doesn't even mean anything. Humans should learn to name themselves more efficiently. I'm Astrotrain.

_{[Heather rolls her eyes.]}

It means 'beloved'.

Not that that'd matter much to big bads like you, I guess.

For the record, Astrotrain sounds like a laxative.

A real distinguishing name, eh? [He snorts]

...the frag's a laxative?

Not really. A lot of names mean that. _{[Heather's father hadn't WANTED her name to sound distinguishing when he'd given it back to her...]}

A refreshing drink.

_{[... Okay, so the chances of him believing that and eventually getting into a slapstick situation involving it that she could laugh at were slim, considering the... giant robot... ness, but hey.]}

That was my point exactly. You humans are all indistinguishable.

Heh, right. And I'm overlord of Cybertron.

I guess you wouldn't get a species that distinguishes its members by their actions rather than their names, Buttmobile. _{[Yes. That is her new just-thought-up insult for 'Astrotrain'.]}

But no, seriously. Go into any store and tell the person 'I need a laxative'. It's the same thing as saying 'I'm thirsty'.

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