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Indie RP Blog Jetfire Transformers Animated

[longarmprime]

"Hello, sir! Are you to be needing of anything? I was ah---I was thinking I should be checking. Just in case!"

Longarm jerks a bit before relaxing with a small chuckle. “Yes if..if you don’t mind helping me to cafeteria. I..I need to get some energon.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

Oh whoops. He didn’t mean to scare his superior! He really didn’t! Jetfire seemed worried for just a moment until Longarm had chuckled. After hearing his small request, the autobot lets out a small sigh of relief. Good--he wasn’t in trouble then!

“Y-yeah! Of course! No problem” He smiled at the larger bot before he runs on ahead. Only to skid to a stop since..he completely throw away everything he learned on manners and all that. How he has to be all excellent with posture and such and not act like a fool.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

-hands him some mercury-filled energon treats-

While he did accept the treat, Jetfire had something else in mind. Just hoisting Wasp up in his arms in a big ol’ bear hug,

“Wasp!! How are you, my friend?”

[the-green-wasp]

He wiggled a bit to get out of his arms and got down to run to the living room. “Come on!” he grinned. He started throwing the pillows on the floor along with some of the lighter blankets (it is summer and Jetfire did have fire power) and started setting up a blanket fort for them both. At least until it fell down. “…wow I suck at this,” he chuckled.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

He watched for a moment, following him not too far behind as he went about to get the items ready. Watching carefully on how he’s setting the items up..until it ultimately failed, which earned a small chuckle from the fire twin.

“Here--let me help!”

Jetfire seemed confident, having believed he understood the basics of it already! Making his way over to Wasp, he sits himself down next to the bot before he gives it a shot on building the fort.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

-hands him some mercury-filled energon treats-

While he did accept the treat, Jetfire had something else in mind. Just hoisting Wasp up in his arms in a big ol’ bear hug,

“Wasp!! How are you, my friend?”

[the-green-wasp]

“Ugh…ok, come on, we’re going to go and vege in front of a TV and watch whatever’s on there,” he said, pointing to the living room. “We’ll get a bunch of pillows, blankets, whatever pets are nearby, set up a fort, and not gonna lie, I’ve been watching a looooot of this cooking competition show on Netflix.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“Netflix?” No lie, he wasn’t 100% sure what half of the junk he said. Pillows and what not--he can only assume it’s more earthly things he still has yet to learn of. With what little time he even got to know the earth anyhow, which was very little.

“Okie dokie. Sounds like fun--so why not?”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

-hands him some mercury-filled energon treats-

While he did accept the treat, Jetfire had something else in mind. Just hoisting Wasp up in his arms in a big ol’ bear hug,

“Wasp!! How are you, my friend?”

[the-green-wasp]

“Yeah that definitely sounds like him,” he said. “What was the dumb chore if you don’t mind me asking?”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“Lots of chores. Clean this, fix that, making sure this is to be working, listen to lecture. Getting tired just thinking about it.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

-hands him some mercury-filled energon treats-

While he did accept the treat, Jetfire had something else in mind. Just hoisting Wasp up in his arms in a big ol’ bear hug,

“Wasp!! How are you, my friend?”

[the-green-wasp]

He shook his helm. “I’m good; no bad bots to be punched! I’m guessing you guys been busy? Haven’t seen ya in awhile!”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“Oh..Yeah--just problem with bossbot. Never stop talking, he likes to hear himself too much. Brother and I managed to run off before he makes us do some dumb chore.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

-hands him some mercury-filled energon treats-

While he did accept the treat, Jetfire had something else in mind. Just hoisting Wasp up in his arms in a big ol’ bear hug,

“Wasp!! How are you, my friend?”

[the-green-wasp]

“I’m good! How about you?” he laughed, returning the hug. “Any bot giving you any trouble?”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“I am good too!” He smiled at the other before setting him back down, “Nope. No bot are to be messing with me or my brother. And if they did, we can handle it. What about you? Is there bad bot that needs a good punch to face?”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

-hands him some mercury-filled energon treats-

While he did accept the treat, Jetfire had something else in mind. Just hoisting Wasp up in his arms in a big ol’ bear hug,

“Wasp!! How are you, my friend?”

[reinbow-glasses]

Will somebody please torture my muse with random uncomfortable questions for my own entertainment? Thanks.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

"Small bot, you have been sent by Sentinal to help me correct? What is your, name if I may ask you kindly"

“Yes sir.”

While he may be slightly nervous, Jetfire at least attempted to straightened up his stance, making sure to respect the other obviously. He was a prime after all. If he did anything wrong, man he was going to get an audial full with both Sentinel and possibly him as well.

“My name is Jetfire. It is nice to be meeting you, sir.”

[botofstorms]

“Quick brother hide the video games before boss bot sees!”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM DOING!?”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

✚

Of course he caused a ruckus for a moment out there. He wanted in, he didn’t care if visiting hours were over. No sir, he wanted to remain by his side through the whole process! There was no way these medics could possibly keep the twins apart.

Even if he managed to hold himself back from fighting them, or even using his fire, he would always find other methods. Trying to run past them, staying in the lobby, everything. This bot wasn’t going to leave the facility at all. Finally they decided to allow the eldest twin to enter Jetstorm’s room, only under the condition that he wouldn’t disturb him or any other patient at this hour. Jetfire agreed of course and rushed his way to where they kept his brother.

“Jetstorm?” He whispered, looking around the dark room before he entered, “Brother, are you awake..?”

[botofstorms]

He could make out his brother’s biolights in the dark room, and used their soft glow to put a servo on his arm. “Relax brother, I am not dying. Takes a lot more to kill me, yeah?” Seeing his brother stressed out made Jetstorm equally stressed.

His head nodded, to answer Jetfire’s question. “Yes, they said I will be out soon. They say I got off lucky, one misstep and I would loose the luck.” The sounds of footsteps drew near and left, the light under the door fading out as a bot passed his room and continued on.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

He had to be sure he didn’t cause a ruckus. Any loud noise of sorts and they may end up kicking him out again. Upon his brother’s hold however, it did calm him down some. Holding his servo firmly for a moment before he looks around the dark room. Pulling up a chair so he’d remain by his side.

“I am sorry, brother. I will be calming down now..” He was happy to know it wasn’t too serious anyway. If anything, it calmed him down even more to know his brother will be okay after all.

[longarmprime]

"Sir..?" He knocked lightly on his office door. He knew this was probably a bad idea--but he wasn't sure on what to believe anymore, really.

He jerks awake. “Huh!? Oh. Um come in!” He rubs his optics. Did he fall asleep while reading again?

[longarmprime]

He smiles softly. He nods to him. “It’s alright. I’ll take you to a sweets cafe near here. They have some really good sweets. They also have oil cake~”

He leads the way. Being calm and trying to help the other also.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“I can really be having some?”

Now usually he would always secretly get some with his brother when Sentinel wasn’t looking. To go with Longarm might be an experience and a half. He would have to save some for his brother as well.

“Thank you, Longarm Prime sir..I am sorry to be bothering you.”

[longarmprime]

"Sir..?" He knocked lightly on his office door. He knew this was probably a bad idea--but he wasn't sure on what to believe anymore, really.

He jerks awake. “Huh!? Oh. Um come in!” He rubs his optics. Did he fall asleep while reading again?

[longarmprime]

He blinks a bit and tries to calm down. Taking some deep vents.

“…I-it’s alright. Are you hungry? Let’s go get some fuel and cheer up. I need a break from reading anyhow. And you look like you need something to do that’s relaxing. I’ll pay for it ok?”

He gets up and goes over to him. “It’s alright. That con is in jail now. No need to worry now.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

Calming him down may be the best option. After all, the twins were still learning. They may show great control over their abilities. However, once stressed they could very easily end up losing some sort of control.

To be able to just hang out with the guy was good enough for him however. While obviously one of his superiors, at least he isn’t close to burst into flames or anything. Jetfire nodded a bit and stepped aside to allow the other to lead the way. “I..if it’s alright with you-sure.”

[longarmprime]

"Sir..?" He knocked lightly on his office door. He knew this was probably a bad idea--but he wasn't sure on what to believe anymore, really.

He jerks awake. “Huh!? Oh. Um come in!” He rubs his optics. Did he fall asleep while reading again?

[longarmprime]

He rubs his temple. This was bad. The medics never said anything about this. A-and neither did Sentinel.

Wait…they did tell him. But..why is it still a shock to him?

“…I…I….I was told he was caught. Is..did he break out of Jail? Did you just recently see him. Oh Primus we need to alert security and…and Sentinel… Frag I hope he doesn’t come after me…” He stares down at his lap before looking back up.

“…s-sorry. I was told when I woke up from the coma that the one impersonating me was caught. And that the con is the reason I have spotty memory.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

“I...”

He wasn’t sure on how to answer him. It’s been cycles since the last time he’s seen the guy. In fact, he hasn’t seen Sentinel for a while as well. He wasn’t sure what to think of any of this. May as well just try to explain himself,

“..I saw him long ago--I no remember. I’m sorry for disturbing--I didn’t know who to tell. Bossbot--er..Sentinel didn’t tell us what happened to the con.”

[longarmprime]

"Sir..?" He knocked lightly on his office door. He knew this was probably a bad idea--but he wasn't sure on what to believe anymore, really.

He jerks awake. “Huh!? Oh. Um come in!” He rubs his optics. Did he fall asleep while reading again?

[longarmprime]

Longarm blinks and looks up at him. Wondering why was he nervous. Oh he might be scared of me too. He sighs a little.

“…what? Is…is that true?” His optics are wide with shock and he leans back in his chair. “Oh Primus…so that’s why everyone glaring at me and…and why n-no ones being nice to me anymore…”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

This was highly unusual for him. To see Longarm acting exactly the same way he usually would. Yet he knew what he saw. He knew he saw Shockwave so long ago. It frightened him a bit to think about it.

Just in case, he at least tries to explain it to him. Straightening himself up, he is talking to a superior after all,

“There was con out there. Before the switching--he looked a lot like you, sir..”

[longarmprime]

"Sir..?" He knocked lightly on his office door. He knew this was probably a bad idea--but he wasn't sure on what to believe anymore, really.

He jerks awake. “Huh!? Oh. Um come in!” He rubs his optics. Did he fall asleep while reading again?

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

Hesitant at first, Jetfire eventually opened the door and made his way inside. It was evident how nervous he was to even approach him any further. He couldn’t tell anyone what he saw--who would believe him? But..

“Um--Longarm Prime, sir?..Do you know there’s a con impersonating you?” Well, he hoped it was that way. He didn’t want to believe it was all the same person this whole time.

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

✚

Of course he caused a ruckus for a moment out there. He wanted in, he didn’t care if visiting hours were over. No sir, he wanted to remain by his side through the whole process! There was no way these medics could possibly keep the twins apart.

Even if he managed to hold himself back from fighting them, or even using his fire, he would always find other methods. Trying to run past them, staying in the lobby, everything. This bot wasn’t going to leave the facility at all. Finally they decided to allow the eldest twin to enter Jetstorm’s room, only under the condition that he wouldn’t disturb him or any other patient at this hour. Jetfire agreed of course and rushed his way to where they kept his brother.

“Jetstorm?” He whispered, looking around the dark room before he entered, “Brother, are you awake..?”

[botofstorms]

He was still learning.

Sentinel Prime had been…less than kind earlier that day when Jetstorm was first administered to the medbay, telling him that he was slipping up more than usual. His rant ended when Ultra Magnus entered the room and dismissed the other mech, saying that he needed to get his strength back and not be criticized for his actions. Once he was gone, he told him to disregard what Sentinel had told him. He tried his best, that was all that mattered.

The next thing Jetstorm knew was the familiar feeling of Jetfire’s EM field coming into range. It was panicked, of course, his older brother always worried for him. His voice soon broke the dark room, looking over to the slightly open door. “Yes, brother, I am.”

[thisbotisonfire-blog]

He shuts the door behind him before immediately making his way by his brother. “I’m sorry, brother--I should have stayed close to you-” Of course he was still panicked. To see his twin like this, it was unbearable for him.

“What did they say? Will you be all better soon?” It wasn’t exactly bothering him if he’s already awake, right? Though in case the doctors may eaves drop on the two, he only spoke in a hushed tone. He wouldn’t want whoever was next door to file a complaint after all.