steadfast pacifist

"War is always a problem, never a solution." Indie IDW / G1 Groove roleplay blog. Groove tracks the tag #groovyprotectobot

[protectobotmedic]

First Aid shook his head. “No, he’s not. I’ll be the one tending to you. C’mon. Just out of curiosity… did you just not see the door, or…?” 

[groovyprotectobot]

    ‹•⁞ – “I think Streetwise was bitter that I won again and closed the door on my face,” he whined childishly. It was a wall; he was showing off after having won, and miscalculated how close he was to an unmovable object. Luckily, he arrived at sickbay without causing too much of a mess and pawed open the door that wasn't collecting mech fluid, stepping inside.

           “It's really not as bad as it looks,” he said, a shining but slightly dented grin on his face. “Just need a lecture and some minor repairs!” A pause, then Groove almost sank, “... right?”

[groovyprotectobot]

feistybacchicbot

    ‹•⁞ – “Am I in trouble again? I feel like this is a 'you did something naughty so Magnus sent me to scold you' ping.”

[groovyprotectobot]

melancholymute

    ‹•⁞ – “Hey there, I'm Groove,” he greeted via the comm, obviously pleased with the sudden appearance of a strange frequency. “Who's this?”

[robotspacepolice]

::Yes, yes there is,:: Magnus replied, his voice sharp and demanding. This wasn’t going to be a fun call if that was anything to go by. ::What is this I hear about sparring in Swerve’s?::

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    ‹•⁞ – “Oh.” Groove pursed his lips, fingers tapped against the surface of the table he'd been sitting at. His gaze flickered over to Streetwise, the idly thought that the other mech had turned him in because he lost the match flickered within his own thoughts. How to get of this is though... play stupid. “Yeah, that was 'wise and me; is there some sort of rule against sparring? I wasn't aware and nobody told me otherwise, so I thought it was okay.”

           And he threw in, in the most innocent and endearing voice he could manage, “I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't know.”

[protectobotmedic]

“Why would— Why would you even…” First Aid exvented, rubbing his forehead. “Yes, I could fix that for you.” 

[groovyprotectobot]

    ‹•⁞ – “Great!” His voice is far too chipper for a bot that is leaking fluid from his nose and lip, or the numerous scrapes and dents from the top of his head to his chin. “Ratchet isn't around, is he?” Groove happens to be on his way to sickbbay anyway, a hand cradling his nose in an attempt to keep the mech fluid from dripping to the floor.

[groovyprotectobot]

ratchetreturns

    ‹•⁞ – “This is Groove of the Lost Light. If you wish to speak with the captain, I'm going to have to–” There's a pause from his end of the comm; his frame leaned over and stared at the image displayed next to a few symbols, which he hadn't bothered to read. “You're pretty orange.”

[groovyprotectobot]

robotspacepolice

    ‹•⁞ – He saluted; an empty room, over the comm. He was far too nervous to even think of how silly that had been, if someone had seen. “Something I can do for you?”

[groovyprotectobot]

brittlesilverlord

    ‹•⁞ – “Captain? Wasn't expecting this call; something I can help with? Nobody has broken into anything, have they?”

[groovyprotectobot]

protectobotmedic

    ‹•⁞ – “On the off chance I broke my face walking into a wall after beating Streetwise in a wrestling match... you could fix that right up for me, right?”

[groovyprotectobot]

warrior-prime

    ‹•⁞ – Groove leaned in, scanned over the screen and information provided, then leaned back. “I thought you would be celebrating,” he said, after pinging. “Something wrong?”

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[not-good-with-names-and-faces]

groovyprotectobot is a trophy

◢Everything about your signal screams Autobot; not a client, not prey, so what do you want?◣

[groovyprotectobot]

    ‹•⁞ – “Well, someone is cheerful today; yes, I'm an Autobot, no, I'm not a client or prey. I am just looking for some entertainment and by the chatter throughout many comm links, you fit the bill.”

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    The hydrobot’s eyes widened, hands instantly shooting up and his out-breath state long forgotten. “No, no,” he stuttered out, swiftly turning with his face heating up. “No hallway ‘facing required, my quarters are probably the best for – oh you were joking, weren’t you? This is embarrassing.” He quickly tapped in the code to unlock the door, which worked after three different tries.

    “Sorry about the mess,” he added, poking his head inside to make sure it was empty and flicking on the lights within. The rays filled the room and revealed the clutter that seemed to be pushed more to the edges, Riptide’s doing more than anything else. “Don’t mention this to anyone; I’m a hundred percent sure this breaks some sort of health and safety code, so let’s just – do you want energon? I could get us energon.”

[groovyprotectobot]

    ‹•⁞ – Groove knew he should feel bad for the short chuckle that managed to escape his throat, but couldn't bring himself to apologize for it. Instead, he'd carefully follow his comrade into the private quarters, paying mind to where he stepped as to not step on any of the clutter that occupied the floor. He didn't know which recharge slab was which, but the chatter brought him back around.

           His gaze turned to the babbling soldier, a small, easy smile coming to his lips. He needed to relax Riptide so turned them both around so they stood facing each other seemed right, and that's just what he did. “I'm fine, I don't need anything but you,” he replied, hooking a finger under Riptide's chin and lifting his head. “After all, I came here to see you, the 'facing is optional – it's not something we need to do, but I have nothing against doing it. So take a deep breath and lead me to your slab.”

[omfgrps-blog]

                                                   i am ＮＯＴ broken.            bent, maybe.                                                                bruised, definitely.                          but   n e v e r   call me                                                          ＢＲＯＫＥＮ                                                                                                      because i don’t need to be fixed.

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    Riptide wasted no time at all in finishing his drink and bolting from his chair, exciting pulsing through his spark and liquid courage keeping him moving. He nearly tripped over a passing Tailgate, which earned him a sour look from Cyclonus, and he stuttered an apology as he continued on. If he plowed into anyone else, he didn’t notice and about (probably over, but he’d never admit it) ten minutes later he was standing in front of his suite.

    He was bent forward, hands on his knees and venting heavy to cool his overheated systems. Soldier or not, racing down halls at top speeds and managing to miss Ultra Magnus was a task in and of itself. His eyes lifted just in time to catch sight of an approaching Groove. He jolted upright and waved, his fans still painfully wheezing.

    “Groove,” he greeted dumbly, out of breath, “didn’t think you were actually gonna show up!”

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    ‹•⁞ – Groove approached with a small quirk to his mouth, an almost but not quite smirk. He managed not to chuckle, pausing in front of the wheezing soldier and a hand moving to his hip. “Didn't think I was going to show, but still ran here,” he questioned, head tipped and the smirk widening teasingly. “Sorry for being late.”

           The tip of a metallic tongue brushed over lips and he nodded to the door. “Shall we? I'm sure you're eager to get started,” he added, still ribbing the other Autobot. “I mean, if you want to; we could always do this out here, in the open.”

[groovyprotectobot]

// I’m going to my mother’s house to house sit. I’ll return when I arrive and get settled. Replies will be completed then. Feel free to send asks or start conversations with Groove.