Transformers Mansion

"Zippy dippy doo dah bleah." Kimchee moves around and scrambles up to cling to and hide behind the back of WakeJumper's head. "Gone gone gone non... dumbdumb."

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"Well, how else is she going to get a better vantage point?" WakeJumper retorts, matter-of-factly. "Besides. She's not going to hurt you...At least, I don't think she will..." WakeJumper turns his head slightly to try to give Kimchee a curious look.

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Fallstreak bites back a response along the lines that he knows that. He really does, but he doesn't know why he overreacted like a Minicon and frankly, it's embarrassing him.

Can't afford to get irritable. I don't even know who he is.

He pulls himself up, rattling his wings a little as he settles them, and says instead, with forced indifference, "She has wings, doesn't she?"

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Kimchee, for her part, moves up till her tiny optics peer warily over the top of WakeJumper's head. Since she's hiding, she remains silent.

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WakeJumper resists the urge to roll his optics, "Just because she has 'em doesn't mean she knows how to use them yet..."

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"Well, then I'm encouraging her to learn," he points out, managing to relax enough to smile a little. "Relax, I didn't hurt her. I wasn't even trying to."

Which is technically sort of true.

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"Not buzzy," comes a quiet, thoughtful pronouncement from the back of the medic's head, which is now slightly wrapped in blue tarp wings.

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WakeJumper raises a brow ridge at Fallstreak, before chuckling a bit at Kimchee's comment. "And just what is that supposed to mean, Kimchee?"

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Meanwhile, it occurs to Fallstreak that he's still holding that energon... and yes, he's spilled some of it down his fins, courtesy of Kimchee. He grumbles softly, then has another drink from what's left while he grabs a handful of napkins, still listening to the conversation. He's not holding out much hope that the orange mech will get anything like a coherent answer, though.

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"Fuzzy buzzy wings for standing on air and seeing high." Kimchee scurries up to WakeJumper's forehead and looks down at him. "Kimchee wings for going, not seeing."

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"oooh...okay." sure, WakeJumper doesn't understand what Kimchee means, fully, but at least he's got somewhat of a clue!

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"She can't hover," Fallstreak translates. "I think that's what she means. Her wings are too primitive."

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"Not primi-timmi-timative!" Offended dignity makes WakeJumper's hat rattle the appendages in question. "Just different!"

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"Hey now, no fighting. Or I'll find a way to weld you both to a wall." WakeJumper is teasing, but he did study under his reality's Ratchet, and as a result, learned some interesting techniques...

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"It's not a fight until someone's hauled off to the CR," Fallstreak informs him, pausing in cleaning himself to look the orange mech over. The jet-bot's attitude is unconcerned again, and vaguely friendly. Behind it, though, he's sharply aware that he doesn't have the measure of this mech yet.

He spots a disposal unit and leans over to toss the slightly-corroded napkins in, then turns back to Wakejumper. "The name's Fallstreak, by the way."

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"Dumb dippy doofus medi-bot bot bot." Kimchee knocks on WakeJumper's head again. "No weldy beldy bleah."

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Kimchee's comment earns a round of hearty laughter from WakeJumper, and for a few moments, all seems to be as it should be. After a bit, the medic calms down enough to remember his manners, and nods at Fallstreak, "I'm WakeJumper...Former Autobot medic."

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Fallstreak smiles as the other bot laughs, to show willing, glancing at Kimchee once or twice. His optics flicker at Wakejumper's introduction. "That's interesting - I don't often run into medics. Outside of bars, I mean," he adds with a grin. "You have a specialism?"

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"Specilesilesisism," murmurs the medic's hat as she watches the jet-former. "Dumbdumb got Kimchee outta kimchee."

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WakeJumper chuckles a bit, shaking his head, "unless knowing how to treat idiotic Lamborghini twins, fritzing femmes, fritzing officers, hard-case frontliners, stubborn Primes, or any other mech or femme who comes to the medbay is a specialty..."

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"Where I'm from, bothering to treat them might be." Another glance at Kimchee then, as he adds curiously, "You know, I've never seen designs like yours before..."

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"Dumbdumb," notes Kimchee, her small voice amiable. Then she sits up and looks down at herself, clearly comparing construction between herself and the two mechs.

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WakeJumper shrugs a little, "I could say the same about you...but then I'd have to remember about the time I wound up in another nexus..." The medic gives Kimchee as studious a look as he can manage, "I think Kimchee and I came from similar reality..."

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"You look like it..." They look bizarre to his optics, but like the Autobot says, he probably looks the same to them. Fallstreak frowns as he focuses on those bits of Wakejumper's kibble that he can identify. "And... there's been contact with Earth in yours, too."

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