Bee-otch

Catch me if you can 🎶 A roleplay blog for (filmverse) Bumblebee.

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Do your job. They both did. It wasn’t the easiest thing to explain, the fraternisation, as that typically meant the exact opposite of what they were doing. It wasn’t easy for the others to accept it as completely unrelated, even in trusting the scout to give nothing. That it wouldn’t interfere with his ability to perform. Dangerous. Bumblebee got away with it easy enough. Barricade wouldn’t have it so easy, he figured, if he’d been caught instead.

The question resulted in the younger of the pair turning up his nose. He let his head loll to the side facing opposite Barricade, ‘whrr’d at him, and swayed as he made to turn. Bumblebee’s movements were slow and exaggerated, driving the act just that much more. After having spent the larger portion of his day searching for what may have been a ghost he didn’t have much intention to keep the act going on for too long; Although things may be quiet right now Megatron had been known to be more than volatile which meant that their situation could change very rapidly. Even if he didn’t resurface the Decepticons weren’t exactly…a welcome presence, particularly concerning the humans. The risk might be too high for Barricade to humour their game as frequent as before. More importantly, he’d been ready to go since earlier. He was going to take the opportunity with little fuss. Of course, ‘a little’ was required.

Whether or not he wanted to allow Barricade to close in on him or not was the harder decision; falling in line with that other thought Bumblebee really hadn’t any idea what he may have been up to or how long he’d been roaming. Did he have anywhere to fall back to and how well was he making out if not? Did he really have the energy in him for a chase or if he prompted a fight?

Not really his place to ask. Besides, he could take a lot from Barricade’s stalking. That he didn’t stop or pause. Just give him more room to react within and take it from there.

Bumblebee faced him fully and dropped his arms to his sides and retreated a few paces backwards out toward the road. Although hardly anyone came down this way beyond morning it was still a bad spot – a few too many things in the way, and the small chance they’d involve a passer-by. He hesitated long enough to give him a once over. “You will have to earn it.”

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What, Barricade hadn’t enjoyed watching Soundwave mishandle him? Hadn’t derived any sort of amusement from the big mech’s play on words? Of course not. He knew better than that – he knew, as far as Barricade was concerned, he (probably!) belonged to him. To be fair, he hadn’t been pleased about the situation either. And had the others not decided that he and his team needed to die right there, had Soundwave still opened his mouth since he had apparently planned on being creepy about the situation, the chances Bumblebee would have called attention to it by means of an insulted joke or clip were extremely high. Soundwave had desired to torment or torture him? He hadn’t liked that at all, though at the exact moment he hadn’t time to let the intent sink in. That came later. Unsettling the realisation had been it was good, for the lot of them, that Bumblebee was much faster than Soundwave or they wouldn’t have gotten out of that one.

Presently, turning in sounded like a great idea, he thought, and briefly directed his attention to the lamp itself to scoff at it instead of at himself and his bad decisions. He did feel silly for them now and again, even if that stopped him about as much as Optimus had. Some small sounds nearby brought his attention back down.

Oh, good, he was still alive. The scout had bristled initially, having acknowledged the footsteps before the movement, then tried to deflate when he saw who it was approaching him –

Lord, Barricade knew how to get at him. Bumblebee clicked at him as he spoke. No, he did not want to spend the rest of the night standing around at the corner of a run down gas station. He folded his arms and made little steps to bring his feet further apart and turned his side to Barricade. “That's funny. I had a feeling we'd meet at Pedro's Bar at 7:30.” After their last encounter he was glad for the immediate step into their usual. This was simply how they interacted with one another.

The play at being upset with him? It was for show. His posturing meant little more than ‘come get me, please and thank you’.

In all seriousness Barricade would need to have been stupid to choose then to act out while before any of the elite Decepticons. Namely the two favourites of Megatron’s, and he hadn’t expected him to. It also held true that Bumblebee had never questioned Barricade’s loyalty; neither of them would betray their comrades, even if their reasoning differed. What he should be questioning, he figured, was Barricade not taking advantage of the order once it was given. He enjoyed killing much as Bumblebee enjoyed a good fight.

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Bumblebee was known for picking fights when antsy, turning to aggression when annoyed, or indulging a fight when some of the others felt similarly pent up and stressed. A good handful of it unprovoked. On top of that he wasn't exactly the best at taking or following orders and he figured that his loyalty, previously noted insubordination aside, was what spared him the most ire and contributed to how easily he usually got out of most trouble. Often, these confrontations were mostly centred around some small amount of shouting when on the field or a scolding, if anything were to be said at all after the fact. He knew Optimus was fond of him but he was also old enough to know he shouldn't push, shouldn’t rely on that fondness to always guide their leader’s decisions.

That only stopped him sometimes.

Not once, however, had it ever stopped him from going to Barricade. Had Optimus been lucky enough to have discovered the fraternisation early on it may have; there had certainly been a time where he worried over the possibility that he was endangering his team more than himself. Back then when his intentions began and ended at ‘seduce the old ‘Con because their fights make him run hot’. That was then and he had not, in fact, been that lucky. He hadn’t considered until a few days later that Optimus may know more than he was letting on, though it would remain a thought; not his place. At the time, however, he had pouted his way through the conversation and fussed and tossed his hands and took out his frustrations on some of his teammates. As expected, most likely. And, again, the others needed the energy release as much as he did.

Cliffjumper would be happier to oblige a fight than the majority (with little antagonising, rather) should they ever get him back up in fighting condition. This idea was often overshadowed by their habit when they were new, and with his eyes on Barricade… Well, he had never felt for him. He didn’t need to add that to his growing list of bad decisions.

One of those bad decisions involved taking the first opportunity he had to sneak off just three weeks into the unofficial ceasefire. He’d behaved long enough, as far as he was concerned, and there had been little for him to do that day. Bumblebee completed the couple tasks assigned to him and escaped before he could be given new ones should they have found more use for him.

Today wasn’t a fun search, not really. It started out as it usually did then a while in he'd become skittish after failing to locate the target Decepticon along his usual route. It was then that he considered the possibility that Megatron had a plan all along, that the Decepticons were merely lying in wait and decided to be less showy about it. No need to catch unwanted attention. He knew that if those odds were to fall on him it would less of him being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and more in the lines of someone less ideal than Optimus Prime knowing about their escapades.

He could also be wasting his time – he’d started mid-morning, it was nearly dark. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that Megatron or the humans had dispatched him. Not that he dwelt on these thoughts after he’d worn down the unease; there had been longer stretches between them and he hadn’t entirely expected to encounter him the first day out by himself. He had been hopeful, however.

He’d been better at guarding himself against this, before. For those reasons, for the time, because Barricade might have ulterior motives. Because they were at war and either of them may die.

♪ They call it fire ♪

The audio mockery had been directed at himself and he gestured in frustration at some dust or bits of plant, whichever it was, floating in the light of a street lamp as he crossed a small, empty parking lot to a boarded up convenience store. He ground a heel into the tarmac and turned to stare back out at the emptiness with his hands on his hips. Quiet. Perhaps he could try to slip away again tomorrow.

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