The Cyan CMO

I'm Knockdown, CMO of the Heretic. ((Independent Shattered Glass Knock Out alt ask/roleplay blog. I follow the tag cyanCMO.

[cyancmo]

Bumblebee . . . 

You didn’t have to.

[slenderwave]

The little blue Seeker is going to sidle up to Buzzsaw and look at his art project.

To the untrained optic, Buzzsaw may be mistaken for an exceptionally large shaveling, or perhaps a collection of scrap foil pieces which’ve been glued together in the middle.

Neither of those things do art projects.

}}Wait’minnit,{{ he mutters, dribbling adhesive on the back of a googly optic for his latest monster. He learned from the last time! This one has no feet. As promised, it’s also eating their art teacher, Smokescreen.

Once the optic is in place, he floats a quarter circle in the air and eyes his new companion, a little suspicious of their presence. Prowl’s usually the one sitting there. Why the change?

}}Teacher said I could took ‘em.{{ He scoops the remaining optics up with his claws. }}I don’t gotta share.{{

[totally-an-autobot-clone]

Ohhh, googly eyes!  He wants them.  Knockdown leans over to examine Buzzsaw’s art project.

“That’s pretty good.  What is it?”   Knockdown casually takes a black crayon out of his backpack and starts coloring on a piece of paper.  He’s been hard at work collecting all the black crayons he can find in an attempt to corner the market. 

[slenderwave]

Knockdown can want them all he likes, but if he lays a hand on them he may very well be sent to the nurse with a missing finger. Buzzsaw will share his snacks, his blankets, his datapad, his styluses, and his stickers, but his art supplies?

You’ve got to be kidding.

}}A monster,{{ he says, waving a paint marker around like it’s a fancy baton. }}It eats teachers. What’s that?{{

[cyancmo]

“I like all the blood and stuff.”  Knockdown starts coloring in a night sky background on his sheet, hand splayed to keep it in place as he grinds the color onto the page with careless abandon .  “Crayons.  You wanna trade some eyes for ‘em?  I’ve got blue ones too.”

[asideofhighgloss]

"You got any black crayons? 'Cause I need more."

“Uhhh…”

A quick glance around to confirm that he doesn’t. No matter – he steals them from someone else who’s walked away from the table for a brief moment.

“Here you go!”

[asideofhighgloss]

cyancmo:

Knockdown zips up his backpack and picks up a pair of safety scissors and a piece of blue paper.  With a look of intense concentration on his face, he starts cutting out triangles, pasting them onto white paper (and also to the table, and himself) with a gluestick. 

“I’m making me grown-up, what are you making?”

“Space whale,” he answers nonchalantly. But that starts him thinking, and he chews on his glossa as he works.

“…I don’t know what grown up me would be.”

[cyancmo]

“Space whale’s cool.”  Knockdown doesn’t answer right away, gluing a tail-fin onto the page with intense concentration.  “Like you but bigger,” he suggests, wiping his fingers off on the table.  “And a doctor.”

[ask-smokescreen]

A little blue Seeker stands in the doorway of the classroom. He feels more secure here than he did last year, but still not exactly thrilled to be at school.

And once Smokescreen looks over, he’s going to walk over and lean down to great the new face, offering his servo.

“Hi there! I’m Smokescreen, and what’s your name?”

[cyancmo]

A big bot.  A new grown up. “. . .”  Knockdown is just going to stare at the floor and scuff his pedes before mumbling, “Kndn.”  He’s going to slowly put a bottlecap in Smokescreen’s outstretched servo.

[shatterscreen]

Before sending him off, his caretaker told him to talk to new bots and make lots of friends. Still, the little blue Seeker is going to stare at Smokescreen from behind the coat cubbyholes before sidling up to him. "Hi."

!!

Lunch bot!

Smokescreen is going over to the bot, and is going to poke at the other, looking for food from them.

“Food?”

[shatterscreen]

cyancmo:

“Nuh uh, no biting!  Or the trade’s off.”  Nevertheless, Knockdown takes out a fine selection of crayons out of his backpack.  “Seeee?”  He fans them out in display.  “Whatcha got to trade?”

He heard actions speak louder than words- but no biting? What else fits his words better?

“Fine. I have…” He’s going through his bag, and offering one pen. “Looks fair to me! This is a deluxe legendary super pen.”

[cyancmo]

“Like, a permanent pen?”  Knockdown is intrigued by such forbidden fruit, but also unsure of its worth.  “What’s deluxe lenendary about it?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

"Hi Bee Bee!" The little blue Seeker lets go of one of his backpack straps to wave.

Hi DownDown! 

(Bee runs up and hugs him and gives him a kiss.) I have glitter! I’m making fish!

[cyancmo]

Knockdown hugs him back. “You have glitter? I wanna see.  What color??”

[shatterscreen]

Before sending him off, his caretaker told him to talk to new bots and make lots of friends. Still, the little blue Seeker is going to stare at Smokescreen from behind the coat cubbyholes before sidling up to him. "Hi."

!!

Lunch bot!

Smokescreen is going over to the bot, and is going to poke at the other, looking for food from them.

“Food?”

[shatterscreen]

cyancmo:

He leans back from the poking, pouting a little.  “Nuh uh, I don’t have any food.  They’re supposed to give us food here.”

He struggles to get the backpack off his shoulders.  “I got crayons, though.  Wanna trade?”

And now he’s frowning, squinting at to see if this bot’s tricking him. No food at all? Really? He’s going to try to bite the other bot, just in case they’re lying.

“Trade!”

[cyancmo]

“Nuh uh, no biting!  Or the trade’s off.”  Nevertheless, Knockdown takes out a fine selection of crayons out of his backpack.  “Seeee?”  He fans them out in display.  “Whatcha got to trade?”

[asideofhighgloss]

"You got any black crayons? 'Cause I need more."

“Uhhh…”

A quick glance around to confirm that he doesn’t. No matter – he steals them from someone else who’s walked away from the table for a brief moment.

“Here you go!”

[cyancmo]

“Thanks, Knock Out.”  

He smiles a happy little smile at his adoptive brother and secures the crayons in his backpack.  Knockdown has found he can barter quite a lot for crayons if they’re in short supply, which they often are due to him hoarding them.  Not all the colors, of course.  He only has so much backpack space!  Just the black and silver ones and the blue ones ‘cause he’s blue.

“I’m gonna get extra dessert with these, and if I do you can have some.”

[asideofhighgloss]

Knock Out’s wings give a delighted twitch. Back when Stratus took them both in, there had been other Cybertronians (and not just newsparks) who’d insisted the novelty of a sibling would wear off quickly, and they’d soon be missing the days when they were just friends who met at school.

Presumably, they’re just jealous that they don’t have a brother who runs a successful dessert racket.

“Thanks!” 

[cyancmo]

Knockdown zips up his backpack and picks up a pair of safety scissors and a piece of blue paper.  With a look of intense concentration on his face, he starts cutting out triangles, pasting them onto white paper (and also to the table, and himself) with a gluestick. 

“I’m making me grown-up, what are you making?”

[asideofhighgloss]

"You got any black crayons? 'Cause I need more."

“Uhhh…”

A quick glance around to confirm that he doesn’t. No matter – he steals them from someone else who’s walked away from the table for a brief moment.

“Here you go!”

[cyancmo]

“Thanks, Knock Out.”  

He smiles a happy little smile at his adoptive brother and secures the crayons in his backpack.  Knockdown has found he can barter quite a lot for crayons if they’re in short supply, which they often are due to him hoarding them.  Not all the colors, of course.  He only has so much backpack space!  Just the black and silver ones and the blue ones ‘cause he’s blue.

“I’m gonna get extra dessert with these, and if I do you can have some.”

[shatterscreen]

Before sending him off, his caretaker told him to talk to new bots and make lots of friends. Still, the little blue Seeker is going to stare at Smokescreen from behind the coat cubbyholes before sidling up to him. "Hi."

!!

Lunch bot!

Smokescreen is going over to the bot, and is going to poke at the other, looking for food from them.

“Food?”

[cyancmo]

He leans back from the poking, pouting a little.  “Nuh uh, I don’t have any food.  They’re supposed to give us food here.”

He struggles to get the backpack off his shoulders.  “I got crayons, though.  Wanna trade?”

[cyancmo]

Little blue Seeker searching for his backpack.

Little blue Seeker finds it under the bed.

Little blue Seeker carefully packs every crayon he owns into it.

Ready for school.

[the-good-knockout]

Hello Teal. I'm back.

Knockdown! You lovely clever mech, you’ve resurfaced once again! How is everything and everyone in your care? I certainly hope your reappearance isn’t a sign of trouble. Hopefully more a sign of more free time on your hands. Have you been able to speak to or get ahold of Knock Out as of late? I’m sure he’d love to hear from you. How have you been?

[cyancmo]

Well enough.  Megatron continues to be uncooperative about preventative maintenance routines, but such is life. My assistants have acquired a degree of skill that affords me more leisure. A strange feeling, to be honest.

I haven’t heard from him yet.  Is he behaving himself?  Are he and Smokescreen still involved?

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Hello Bumblebee.

(hugs him before bed) Night, Downdown…

[cyancmo]

Sleep tight.  *hugs efficiently* 

[cyancmo]

Update:

I’m still alive.

Our ship is still in the Arctic.

. . . 

And I am bad at updates.

[thedemonsurfer]

No warmup drawing today, because after a week of work I’m finally done! 

Commission from a year ago (ow) for the wonderfully patient LadyM of characters from her Shattered Glass TFP fic, Life in Glass Houses. Go read it. Seriously she writes the best Knock Out ever. 

Full size for best view! 

[cyancmo]

You're beautiful, pass it on.

Well.  I do like to stay well-maintained.

Thank you.

[spitshineandhammertime]

Impact, my dear, I've missed you greatly. What did you want to ask me?

…how d’you fight Ratchet? Your Ratchet.

[cyancmo]

Thank you.

Tell me about your friend and their situation.  I’m hardly a strategist, but I’ll let you know if anything helpful springs to mind.

[spitshineandhammertime]

W-well…he’s really big now, because Ratchet makes him bigger. And he makes him fight, too! And only have energon when he says he can! But Rigel’s still nice to me and tried to keep me safe a-and that’s why he’s in trouble!

[cyancmo]

I see.  I see.

Impact . . . Whatever you saw or heard, remember that it may not be as bad as you think.  There is nothing the Autobots--your friend excepted--would like more than to upset you.  This could very well involve threatening your friend, but not following through once you weren't around to watch.