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Metalhawk is back. He's here to run tests on the dressing room, because he just doesn't trust it, backing onto his observatory all sneaky-like. And not because he secretly wants some time out of the base that isn't training the new 'bots or chasing Decepticon zombies.

Besides, the Headmaster Juniors are off at boot camp. How much trouble can they get into without him?

And so the lanky yellow Autobot wanders around in robot-mode, taking readings on anything scannable-looking with amazing seriousness for someone who's secretly just killing time.


Aug. 10th, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
"What're you doin'?" asks a faint but very curious little voice from the top of a bank of lockers. It's a voice that seems to come from empty air, and Metalhawk's scanner might not be able to pick up the source.
Aug. 10th, 2009 08:13 pm (UTC)
Metalhawk swivels to look up at the voice. His scanners show nothing, which troubles him, but this person doesn't sound hostile.

"I'm attempting to study this place," he replies. "Its nature is unfamiliar, and I would like to understand it better."
Aug. 10th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
"I'm right here," says the little voice. "Though I can't get solid when I'm here. My name's Cloudtrader. Can I help you study?"
Aug. 10th, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
He frowns and nods. "That would be kind of you. My name is Metalhawk."

He moves closer as he talks, looking at the 'empty' air. "If you aren't solid, what are you?"
Aug. 10th, 2009 08:52 pm (UTC)
"I'm a ghost. My creator made a lot of clones, and all of us were like different parts of his personality. But Zoe says I was his innocence, so I'm dead," says Cloudtrader seriously, a change of where his voice is coming from showing that he too is looking more closely at Metalhawk. "Is your alt mode a hawk? Mine's a miniature Harrier jet."
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:15 pm (UTC)
"A ghost?" Metalhawk looks startled. "That's... certainly very unusual."

Thinking it over is interrupted by answering the unseen jetling's question. Metalhawk can't help smiling as he shakes his head. "No, my alternate form is a Cybertronian fighter jet. My name is... well, it's a long story." He bows his helm for a moment, thinking. "Where are you from, Cloudtrader?"
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:18 pm (UTC)
"Some of my brothers are ghosts now too, because they got killed in a big fight. Ohhh! So you're like me and my brothers 'n sisters!" The little one sounds very pleased with this. And then he adds, "I live in the Dream. It's another nexus."
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:32 pm (UTC)
He chuckles and nods. He's sure now that this one is a child like some of the bots he met here the last time. "Do your brothers live there with you?"
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:35 pm (UTC)
"Yup! My sisters do too! And one of my neices! Oh wait, Bob doesn't live there. He lives at the sanctuary of Primus. But I visit him!"
Aug. 11th, 2009 07:46 pm (UTC)
"I see." He sweeps his gaze around the dressing room, quietly calm and confident. He looks back at the unseen Cloudtrader. "Have you seen anything unusual here that we should start with?"
Aug. 11th, 2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
"There's a cake in the kitchen that grows back after people take some off of it." The Seeklet sounds thoughtful.
Aug. 12th, 2009 07:34 pm (UTC)
"Really?" Metalhawk imagines it. He can imagine a few children he knows who'd like to see it, too. "That is odd... Would you show me where it is?"
Aug. 12th, 2009 07:38 pm (UTC)
"Yup! Sure! Do you want me to try and lead you there, or do I touch you and just show you?"
Aug. 12th, 2009 07:57 pm (UTC)
"Ah... just lead the way. I can follow you if we keep talking." He smiles. "There's plenty to talk about here, anyway."
Aug. 12th, 2009 08:48 pm (UTC)
"Okay!" The little voice is suddenly down at floor level, and then heading off toward one of the side rooms. "Oh, hey, did you notice any of the sock creatures?"
Aug. 13th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
Metalhawk's head turns as he tracks Cloudtrader's voice and follows. "Sock creatures?" The puzzlement in his voice answers for him.
Aug. 13th, 2009 09:06 pm (UTC)
"Yeah! Some of the socks here are getting kinda alive. They don't seem to move or anything, but they're alive!" Cloudtrader pauses in the door of the kitchen and floats up so that he can see the big chocolate cake with cream filling. It looks intact today, except for some scorpion footprints across the top.