105. FOURTH WALL POST [Action for Saffron City, anywhere in Saffron City! Video's okay too]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[You know what?]

[Heather's not even sure why she TRIES anymore.]





[So done. So done.]</sub>


Here we go again.


... Yes, Cooj, I still love you.

Just not right now.

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[foolishwren]

_{[It's okay. She sort of understands his sense of humor now. You know, after all this time.]}

Bruisin' builds character.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Heh. Yeah, guess that is true.

[He holds his hand up to his shoulder, almost without thinking.]

So. What is it we do now?

[foolishwren]

_{[Being so high up in the air and standing on a living being might be kind of nerve-wracking for some people, but in Heather's case... it's probably one of the first times she's felt safe today. It's hard not to, so far away from the ground. Which is where she's used to running into bad things.]}

Hang out, I guess?

We could go level some buildings I guess, but I doubt the locals'd appreciate that even if everything goes back to normal.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Even if he hadn't lifted her onto his shoulder, there is no way on this earth he would allow harm to come to this girl. Whether she likes it or not, he sees her as his responsibility -- his charge. Something important to him.]

Hang... out?

[Even if she is utterly mystifying half the time.]

How does one... hang out?

[foolishwren]

_{[Although she's always felt good about the fact that she can fend for herself... sometimes it is really nice to have someone watching out for you.]}

Oh, come on.

Don't tell me you've never heard the phrase 'hang out' before!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Heard it. Never known what it meant.

[He sort of let things like that blow over his head, honestly. Human slang was hard, okay.]

[foolishwren]

_{[How do you even EXPLAIN the term]}

Okay, so it's like...

... Just... spending time with? Doin' nothing in particular? I guess?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hn, is that all?

[Hi tilts his head. And then glances at her out of the corner of his good optic, smirking slightly.]

If that is all, then there is someone I will take you to.

[foolishwren]

_{[She pauses, blinking.]}

... Someone?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

[And this is probably the happiest Ironhide has ever looked since arriving in Jhoto.]

[Which just makes things even sadder.]

Ratchet.

[foolishwren]

... Ratchet?

He's here?

_{[Not that she knows much about him... given that Ironhide isn't exactly the chattiest when it comes to his past (or... you know, ANYTHING), but she's heard the name.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Found him wandering about. As usual. He is always prone to distraction.

[Man, this is probably the chattiest he's ever been about Ratchet, too.]

[He's actually excited.]

[foolishwren]

No way!

Where is he?

_{[She starts looking around, as though she just... DIDN'T NOTICE HIM. As if she'd be able to miss a second giant robot on the scene...]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

Back that way, back the way I came. Told him to stay put.

[He glances in that direction, and there's an undeniable note of fondness in his voice.]

... Not about to let him wander off. Not after... hn. Things.

[Boy, is he in for a surprise when he finds out this is only temporary.]

[foolishwren]

_{[... :c Ironhide baby you KNOW how these weekends work...]}

Well jeez, let's get moving, then!

I've never met any of your friends before!

_{[Unless you counted Cliffjumper, of course.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

You met Cliffjumper.

[None of the others ever showed up here before.]

[And... it's probably because of this, that he's not thinking this through too clearly right now.]

Hold on, then.

[foolishwren]

Well yeah, but didn't you say you didn't know him till you met him here?

_{[She holds on obligingly, grasping one of the non-moving parts of his head. The last thing she wants is to get thrown off because that is a nasty drop.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. That is true. But he is a friend... regardless.

[Even if he's dead now. Again.]

[Holding on is a smart idea. He'd try, but he doesn't have Bumblebee's practice in catching falling humans.]

Ratchet is another matter. Entirely.

[foolishwren]

Is he like that Optimus Prime guy you told me about?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... No. Optimus is... he is something else.

Ratchet is our medical officer. Prime leads us. Different sort of thing.

[foolishwren]

Oh.

Well, I'm glad I get to meet him, in any case.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Heh. It is good to see him again...

[He trails off, shaking his head a little. Then stops. Glances sidelong at her.]

Do not ask about his... paint. He has heard it all before.

[He looks like a giant neon lemon and Ironhide's told him that before. Repeatedly.]

[foolishwren]

... His paint?

Okay, I uh... won't, then.

_{[... Go watch the first words out of her mouth be 'Holy shit you are a giant neon lemon']}

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Just...

[He waves his hands around, vaguely.]

Neon. Always said it was to blend in. I do not see how it accomplished that.

[foolishwren]

... The heck?

Neon is like... the exact opposite of blending in.