A Revolution Or Whatever.

Scanner @ Crawler's Den, Techno-Fae. Revolutionary (?), Traitor (??) and the only guy with any common sense around. [This is an RP blog, belonging to the Gaen'ea RP Verse] Sidebar Picture by Ruevian

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: Uh, I think I’ll eat my own. 

She digs through her pack until she finds the food, and carefully unwraps a single strip of fruit leather to chew on.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Alas. Scanner quietly mourns the food he could have cheated her out of. It’s a sad, sad day. He’s pretty sure it’s even the saddest day in his life, which is easy to verify since his memory goes back ... a few hours at most. 

Should he eat too? He’s... a bit hungry but not enough to eat with strangers around and besides he hasn’t actually checked how much is in his bag yet. He’s not going to take from his supplies until he has an idea what they are, which he’s not going to do with people around because then they’ll know what they can steal from him... He idly wonders why this is his instinctual line of thought, then discards that question. He can have a headache later. When he’s alone.

He regards 79 and weighs his options. 

75-a: So like are you trying to fuse witht hat tree like a shitty abomination or d’ya wanna wanna look for my bff?

Might as well. Strength in numbers. And maybe he’ll be able to steal her shit if she stops paying attention .

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She frowned, frustrated.

79: I mean meat! I didn’t get to cook my own food.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Meat? He doesn’t really… Nothing associated with the word pings “food”. It frankly sounds pretty fucking gross. Food comes from trees or occassionally, fields, not things that can move on their own. Ew.

75-a: wat. who even eats dead things that sounds so fucking gross.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She shrugged uncomfortably. 

79: It’s gross but I have to cook it. I’m not allowed to eat the fruit and nuts.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He blinks again, confused.

75-a: hell fucking yes you are. The fuck else are you supposed to eat?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: There’s sugar gruel. I guess. I don’t really remember. 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Thaaaaat sounds disgusting tbh. There’s... dried fruit? or something? In the bag. In mine at least. I’ll trade ya if you don’t want it.

He makes grabby hands in 79s direction.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She frowned, frustrated.

79: I mean meat! I didn’t get to cook my own food.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Meat? He doesn’t really… Nothing associated with the word pings “food”. It frankly sounds pretty fucking gross. Food comes from trees or occassionally, fields, not things that can move on their own. Ew.

75-a: wat. who even eats dead things that sounds so fucking gross.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She shrugged uncomfortably. 

79: It’s gross but I have to cook it. I’m not allowed to eat the fruit and nuts.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He blinks again, confused.

75-a: hell fucking yes you are. The fuck else are you supposed to eat?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She frowned, frustrated.

79: I mean meat! I didn’t get to cook my own food.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Meat? He doesn’t really... Nothing associated with the word pings “food”. It frankly sounds pretty fucking gross. Food comes from trees or occassionally, fields, not things that can move on their own. Ew.

75-a: wat. who even eats dead things that sounds so fucking gross.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He... didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Outskirts of Koh

Splitting up was a stupid idea. The town was buzzing just behind his back and it was incredibly distracting without someone actually in front of him to distract himself. Didn’t matter now. He’d just explore this part of town and the forest just beyond it and then annoy the ever loving shit out of the only guy he knew here.

He was still clinging to his bag, the blanket now loosely draped over his shoulders. Hm. If he just walked straight into the forest (apparently), would he find his way back? … Well if he was lucky nowhere else close was a buzzing cluster of sensation, that was… pretty much his only way to navigate right now.

He peered into the darkness below the trees, Did he see something just now?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79 was curled up below a tree, trying to get a grip on herself. There had been too many people in the city, too much pressing on her. Now that she was out in the woods, though, she had the space in her head to realize how in over her head she was. She knew her name, she thought, she knew her job, she knew how to bake a loaf of bread and make a vat of pasta, but that was all she knew. She didn’t think she liked not knowing things. With a shudder, she drew her bag closer, glaring out at whoever was walking past.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

… huh. That person looked a lot like the bodies (corpses) he vaguely remembered. Except kind of lacking a bunch of holes. He liked them better without splashes of green everywhere. 

Right, right. He should probably say something… maybe? And hope they wouldn’t attempt to take his stuff or bite him or whatever.

He pinged in their direction, approaching very, very slowly. 

75-a: ?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tensed up, but the approaching person wasn’t startling her, at the least. And as weird as everyone else was, it was good to see someone normal and safe-looking. She should greet them.

79: Your legs make you look like an asshole.

Nailed it.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner snorted, stretching one of his legs out and wiggling the two “toes”.

75-a: Your horns make you look like more of an asshole. Sup?

... Huh he hadn’t even really thought about how the whole talking thing was weird and stupid but yes good this one was reasonable and talked with their brain like a normal person. 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Outskirts of Koh

Splitting up was a stupid idea. The town was buzzing just behind his back and it was incredibly distracting without someone actually in front of him to distract himself. Didn’t matter now. He’d just explore this part of town and the forest just beyond it and then annoy the ever loving shit out of the only guy he knew here.

He was still clinging to his bag, the blanket now loosely draped over his shoulders. Hm. If he just walked straight into the forest (apparently), would he find his way back? … Well if he was lucky nowhere else close was a buzzing cluster of sensation, that was… pretty much his only way to navigate right now.

He peered into the darkness below the trees, Did he see something just now?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79 was curled up below a tree, trying to get a grip on herself. There had been too many people in the city, too much pressing on her. Now that she was out in the woods, though, she had the space in her head to realize how in over her head she was. She knew her name, she thought, she knew her job, she knew how to bake a loaf of bread and make a vat of pasta, but that was all she knew. She didn’t think she liked not knowing things. With a shudder, she drew her bag closer, glaring out at whoever was walking past.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

... huh. That person looked a lot like the bodies (corpses) he vaguely remembered. Except kind of lacking a bunch of holes. He liked them better without splashes of green everywhere. 

Right, right. He should probably say something... maybe? And hope they wouldn’t attempt to take his stuff or bite him or whatever.

He pinged in their direction, approaching very, very slowly. 

75-a: ?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Outskirts of Koh

Splitting up was a stupid idea. The town was buzzing just behind his back and it was incredibly distracting without someone actually in front of him to distract himself. Didn’t matter now. He’d just explore this part of town and the forest just beyond it and then annoy the ever loving shit out of the only guy he knew here.

He was still clinging to his bag, the blanket now loosely draped over his shoulders. Hm. If he just walked straight into the forest (apparently), would he find his way back? ... Well if he was lucky nowhere else close was a buzzing cluster of sensation, that was... pretty much his only way to navigate right now.

He peered into the darkness below the trees, Did he see something just now?

[gaenea]

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

[octogendiamond]

“Probably”, Scanner rolled his eyes. There it was again! He angled his head so a glowing green…. strand? Of something? Fell over his face. Weird.

“What the fuck…? It didn’t do that before…” he grumbled, crossing his eyes to get a better look at the glowing cables that were apparently attached to his head. Just in that moment the glow switched off again.

“You’re like me!” he said, clearly delighted. The glow hadn’t registered before, but now that it was off he could see it clearly. Diamond poked the cables with manic interest, giggling softly as he did.

“Why aren’t they under your skin? Why are they green? They’re green, right? You’re green. That’s great! You look so stupid.”

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

“Because green is objectively the best color ever. You look stupider with your weird red bullshit!” He submitted to the poking, jabbing a finger at Diamond’s skin where the glowing stuff underneath (apparently?) lit up spots more brightly in turn.

All the while Scanner tried to make sense of the information he had. Not much information so far, admittedly. And for some reason he mistrusted anything that came from those floating jackasses on principle. Something about them just didn’t sit right with him, not that he could put a finger on what exactly. Right now he wondered whether or not he (and Diamond, if the grey weirdo could be persuaded to stick together) should stay within the city or leave. Koh was... not very loud, but enough to piss him off, but he didn’t particularly trust the Facilitators to tell them the forest was safe because it’s true. It could be a trap. 

... Could it? He had no idea, just the feeling that trusting the information he was freely offered was a mistake.

[gaenea]

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

[octogendiamond]

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.

[octogendiamond]

Diamond watched the screens and then cackled with delight again, jabbing at them some more. This was all way better than his initial waking up, and as he jabbed his coordination over his fingers grew stronger. He eventually tapped out another message and sent it out, giggling like a maniac the entire time.

(Diamond: I’m the best thing that’s ever existed ever and I can make words happen.)

“I did it,” he said smugly after sending it, unconcerned with the little skill it required. He was the best. At everything.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

(75-a: Unbelievable. I shall worship you as a god oh master of typing out your thoughts with hands. Truly never would I thought to witness something like this with my own eyes.)

Scanner laughed, almost silently and poked one of Diamond’s neckfrills with his fingers, just to see what would happen. That light in his peripheral vision happened again and he turned his head slightly. The light moved as well. Wha-….

[octogendiamond]

He jumped in surprise – apparently the soft skin of his frills was sensitive, good to know – and turned a glare on Scanner. It wasn’t a particularly angry glare, mostly annoyed, and he waved all the holoscreens back into his device with a dismissive gesture.

Cool.

“What’s that for, huh? What if I’d started fucking bleeding and… I wonder what color my blood is.” Diamond stared off into the distance for a few seconds, then snapped back to himself and jabbed a finger into Scanner’s neck. “See how you like it. What’re you looking at?”

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner snickered and caught Diamond’s hand in his grasper, turning it over to look at it. Grey skiGrey was a cool skincolor. Skin was a cool consept in general!

“Then you’d bleed and probably punch me or something!” he replied cheerfully and began poking at Diamond’s hand, still trying to see the source of the light.

“Keep seeing a light but I can’t see where it’s coming from, fucking weird,” he grumbled.

[octogendiamond]

Diamond wiggled his fingers in Scanner’s grip, trying to see what was so interesting about them. Nothing that he could see, beyond the fact that they were fingers. All his glowing bits were up higher.

He probably wasn’t the light, then.

“Where’s it at? I can’t see it.” He peered around anyways, on the off chance it would show itself. “Are you crazy? I think you’re crazy. What’s crazy. I’m crazy?”

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

“Probably”, Scanner rolled his eyes. There it was again! He angled his head so a glowing green.... strand? Of something? Fell over his face. Weird. 

“What the fuck...? It didn’t do that before...” he grumbled, crossing his eyes to get a better look at the glowing cables that were apparently attached to his head. Just in that moment the glow switched off again.

[gaenea]

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

[octogendiamond]

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.

[octogendiamond]

Diamond watched the screens and then cackled with delight again, jabbing at them some more. This was all way better than his initial waking up, and as he jabbed his coordination over his fingers grew stronger. He eventually tapped out another message and sent it out, giggling like a maniac the entire time.

(Diamond: I’m the best thing that’s ever existed ever and I can make words happen.)

“I did it,” he said smugly after sending it, unconcerned with the little skill it required. He was the best. At everything.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

(75-a: Unbelievable. I shall worship you as a god oh master of typing out your thoughts with hands. Truly never would I thought to witness something like this with my own eyes.)

Scanner laughed, almost silently and poked one of Diamond’s neckfrills with his fingers, just to see what would happen. That light in his peripheral vision happened again and he turned his head slightly. The light moved as well. Wha-….

[octogendiamond]

He jumped in surprise – apparently the soft skin of his frills was sensitive, good to know – and turned a glare on Scanner. It wasn’t a particularly angry glare, mostly annoyed, and he waved all the holoscreens back into his device with a dismissive gesture.

Cool.

“What’s that for, huh? What if I’d started fucking bleeding and… I wonder what color my blood is.” Diamond stared off into the distance for a few seconds, then snapped back to himself and jabbed a finger into Scanner’s neck. “See how you like it. What’re you looking at?”

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Scanner snickered and caught Diamond’s hand in his grasper, turning it over to look at it. Grey skiGrey was a cool skincolor. Skin was a cool consept in general!

“Then you’d bleed and probably punch me or something!” he replied cheerfully and began poking at Diamond’s hand, still trying to see the source of the light.

“Keep seeing a light but I can’t see where it’s coming from, fucking weird,” he grumbled.

[gaenea]

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

[octogendiamond]

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

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Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.

[octogendiamond]

Diamond watched the screens and then cackled with delight again, jabbing at them some more. This was all way better than his initial waking up, and as he jabbed his coordination over his fingers grew stronger. He eventually tapped out another message and sent it out, giggling like a maniac the entire time.

(Diamond: I’m the best thing that’s ever existed ever and I can make words happen.)

“I did it,” he said smugly after sending it, unconcerned with the little skill it required. He was the best. At everything.

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(75-a: Unbelievable. I shall worship you as a god oh master of typing out your thoughts with hands. Truly never would I thought to witness something like this with my own eyes.)

Scanner laughed, almost silently and poked one of Diamond’s neckfrills with his fingers, just to see what would happen. That light in his peripheral vision happened again and he turned his head slightly. The light moved as well. Wha-....

[gaenea]

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

[octogendiamond]

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.