Sharkticons Have More Bite Than You

"So you guys thought that my lights went out huh? Well I'm still alive and kickin' so you Cons better watch your tailpipes cause Seaspray is here to wreck an' rule!"[independent TFP Seaspray RP blog. Blog is still under construction. sidebar and icon image done by Miklche04 of DeviantArt]

[tfpseaspray]

"What the frag is a 'Christmas'? Is it code for somethin'?"

[tfpseaspray]

[[Need to hit the hay, will get back to things when I get back on later]]

[blue-and-black-hero]

Riou thinks he's seeing a ghost...maybe.

[blue-and-black-hero]

"Huh, well sorry to hear that.  Still, I think Jackie will be happy to see you!  Same with Bulkhead!"  He gave a nod.  "Yeah, I’m human.  And this is armor to protect myself, and hide my face.  The other stuff is just to keep our bodies safe from the elements."

"Yeah I do, talk to him a lot actually!  Nice guy really."  He tilts his head a bit too.  "I take it you’re looking for him?"

[tfpseaspray]

To him the armor seemed more effective than what he saw the other humans wearing. "Still seems kinda weak but you organics are an odd bunch."

"I've already met Jackie, lookin' for Bulk now. And any other Wrecker I can find, any is good to me right now. Not many around anymore, it would be nice to see some more familiar faceplates."

[swervey-swerve-blog]

[blue-and-black-hero]

Riou thinks he's seeing a ghost...maybe.

[blue-and-black-hero]

"Huh, well, I’m a bit sad he didn’t check to see if you were still alive.  Unless it was the middle of a combat zone."  He said with a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Me?  I’m human!  You haven’t met us I assume?"

"And I know Wheeljack because he’s a good friend of mine!"

[tfpseaspray]

"He went after the 'Con that tried to snuff my spark. That and the bombs got my commlink real good so I couldn't call anyone for a long time."

He tilts his helm slightly. "You're human? Odd looking getup you got there. The humans I saw didn't have armor on. Most had this flimsy stuff on, don't know how it protects them from anythin'..."

He scratches his helm with his digit, this was a lot of information for the Wrecker to take in at one time. "You know Jackie? I really need to catch up...."

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

*he relaxes at hearing the Wrecker’s words and smiles while giving a small laugh at the last statement* You guys make a great team. And Primus knows you’ve been really helpful throughout the war. I admire you guys a lot, and I want to be able to match your level of greatness someday. I know I may not look like Wrecker material… but Bulk will tell you himself how helpful I’ve been to them!

[tfpseaspray]

"Bulkhead said that?" He was a reputable Wrecker, most of his screws in place, not too graceful sure but still a good mech. He looks somewhat impressed. "Like what exactly? How have you helped?"

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

Oh uhh, no, I just… well I think it’s interesting how different each of you Wreckers are. But at the same time, it makes sense that you’re all together in one team. If that makes any sense… *he grins at the Wrecker, hoping he’d get the message that he’s not trying to cause any trouble*

[tfpseaspray]

He relaxes and his glare softens as he stands up once again. “We’re well aware of that. I mean I was a fisherman for Primus’s sake. Bulkhead a construction worker, Wheeljack a demoman and engineer…. I could go on. We had two things in common: we could break things better than any other 'Bot out there and we were dumb enough to try to break everythin’ the 'Cons had.”

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

*he gives a slight look of disgust and takes a small step back before responding* Uhh… well I’m glad you think so… *this guy is definitely not like the other Wreckers he knows, but at the same time, he’s not that surprised by his behavior*

[tfpseaspray]

He notices his reaction and looks him dead in the optic. "You got somethin' to say?"

[tfpseaspray]

redhotsiders has found the Wrecker

[tfpseaspray]

"Yeah. Name’s Seaspray." He notices the action but doesn’t respond.

[redhotsiders]

"So, what, you know Jackie and Bulk, then? Terradrift, too. That’s about all the Wreckers I’m currently acquainted with."

[tfpseaspray]

"Terradrift? Never heard of 'em. Then again I've been out of contact with them for so long..." His voice trails off, was he that out of contact with them? He just dismisses the thought, not wanting to dwell on it.

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

Hey, what’s wrong with datapads? *he waves his own datapad around for emphasis* They’re a great source of information! Not to mention all the other functions they can do. *he opens up a game app on his datapad and shows it to the Wrecker* See? Course, I had this one modified to earth and back, but… still cool, right?

[tfpseaspray]

"Earth? That rock?" He stopped by there because he heard there were plenty of energon deposits, he didn't expect to stay as long as he did, mainly because of the planet's massive oceans were just so captivating, but he's not going to admit that.

He just glances at the datapad before a moment before curling a lip and raising his helm again before looking away and "spitting". It wasn't actually spit but more fluid that builds up in his helm when he dives cause of a small leak that he's too stubborn to get fixed. He shrugs his shoulders back some. "It's alright, for a little toy."

[intothegreatunknown]

Clear Waters | Thingvellir, Iceland

[silenceinastar]

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

*he sighs a little when the weapon is lowered and chuckles awkwardly* Yeah, I get that a lot… but really though, I’m a huge fan of you guys. Everything that I’ve read and heard about the Wreckers is amazing; not just from Bulk and Wheeljack, but all the stories I read back in the Hall of Records… you guys are the coolest!

[tfpseaspray]

"Hall of Records? Pfff, figures. You Praxians, always with your faceplate in a datapad."

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

*he waves his hands in the air a bit as he speaks* Alright, alright! Calm down! Like I said, I’m only messin’ around! If it’s bothering you that much, then I’ll back off. I didn’t know it was so sensitive for you. *he scratches the back of his helm awkwardly* Plus… I kinda tend to get carried away when I meet someone I admire… and I’m kind of a big fan of the Wreckers, so… *awkward grin*

[tfpseaspray]

His expression softens as the Praxian apologizes and he lowers his weapon, it again standing beside him with a thud. He wasn't about to apologize for pointing his weapon at him, he's much too stubborn for that, and he wasn't sorry.

He raises an optic ridge quizzically and with some skepticism. "You have a funny way of showing appreciation, lad."

[summersoundtrack--blog]

[double38s]

The Wrecker isn't really used to the stillness in the air, it's making him paranoid as he keeps on glancing around, harpoon in hand. He keeps on looking around until he turns around, hitting the smaller mech on accident.

*the halls seem quieter than usual, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it; in fact, he isn’t paying much attention to anything as he has his helm down towards the datapad in his hands; he suddenly feels himself being bumped into by something larger than himself and he nearly drops his datapad in shock* Whoa whoa, who are you? And what’s with the giant arrow thingy??

[double38s]

Yeah yeah, sure. Oho, pretty you say? Come on dude, we just met after all~

*he throws his hands up when the weapon is pointed at him* Whoa whoa, slow your roll, Aquaman! I’m just messin’ around! Sheesh, you really must’ve been away from civilization for a while…

[tfpseaspray]

Again with the odd references to things he doesn't understand. It doesn't sit well with the Wrecker and only serves to further enrage him. "You're just askin' for it, lad. And that's none of your fraggin' business where I've been!"

[blue-and-black-hero]

Riou thinks he's seeing a ghost...maybe.

"…."

"I suppose Wheeljack’s stories of your demise are greatly exaggerated then?"

[tfpseaspray]

"He's not much for exaggeration, lad. What he said was true to a degree. Was blown out of the sky for a while. But it takes more than a few fireworks to keep me down!"

He crouches to the human's level and azure optics scanning the smaller form. "So, what are ya, lad? An' how do ya know Wheeljack?"