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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 17:37:17 GMT -5
Chris Stratos was bored, no he was more then bored, he was close to falling asleep. He'd been working at Custom Cycles all but ten minutes and there was literaly no customers. Well, unless you count the guy who came in looking for directions, and when he got them left.
He sighed, wiping off his greasy hands. The cashier table really needed to be cleaned, needless to say. That's what he was stuck doing basically, a cashier. Apparently he had to work his way up to fixing up bikes. "I really hope this is just a slow day." He murmured to himself.
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 17:49:52 GMT -5
Bumblebee drove slowly through the town, heading to Custom Cycles. He, too, was bored, and he, too, was feeling that this was a slow day. However, he was going to visit Mikaela to aliveate the boredom, as Sam was busy.
The yellow Camaro slowly drove up, pulling into the driveway, before suddenly stalling. He was shocked over the fact that he had gotten a feel of this...presence. He hadn't seen Sentinel, now Chris, for...years.
It was almost enough to send him into spazims of guilt from the Blitzwing incident all over again and Bumblebee slowly rolled forward, toward Chris, before stopping again.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 21:49:17 GMT -5
The rumble of an engine caught Chris off guard. However, he put on a fake smile and looked up. He was a bit confused when he saw the fact there was a car. He hadn't seen a Transformer outside of Tha Fallen in eleven years, and as such he didn't recognize the Comero as Bumblebee. "Uh, welcome to Custom Cycles, can I help you?" He asked, still confused as to what a car was doing in a Motorcycle shop.
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 21:57:42 GMT -5
Bumblebee sagged down on his wheels and slowly drove forward. He suddenly stopped again and turned off his engine. He wasn't sure what to do. He was used to Mikaela and he shifted. He slowly wheeled forward and stopped again. He waited and slowly activated his Avatar, a young man with bright yellow hair that was spiked, with black tips on the spikes, and electric blue eyes. He was wearing jeans, and a yellow t-shirt with a bumblebee on it, with normal white tennis shoes before slowly opening the door and stepping out.
He looked a little helpless and then pantomimed writing.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 22:04:06 GMT -5
Chris stared at the man for a minute, he really looked a lot like Bumblebee. Or at least the 'human' looked a lot like his holoform, albeit a few years older. He then shook his head. "Sorry for staring, you just look like someone I ussed to know... When I was a little kid." He sighed, looking for a minute "You looking for Mikaela, because she's on lunch break... Should be back in twenty minutes."
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 22:42:13 GMT -5
At Chris's words, the holoform nodded happily and the car revved happily. He suddenly pulled back slightly in surprise and he looked down at his shoes. He had always known that Chris would grow up to be a great kid, but...he hadn't expected this. He shifted and motioned like he was writing on a pad of paper.
He shifted nervously and he suddenly wanted to go back, blink out. He looked at Chris and twitched his head. He suddenly began searching through his large, extensive, collection of sound bytes, before finding the one he wanted.
The one he used to play for Chris when he was young. He just waited though, before he hesitantly had it come up on his radio. An old Cybertronian lullabye, one that Bee specifically used to sing to him.
He hadn't realized his avatar had flinched when he realized he could possibly never do that again. At times, he let his depression over never being able to talk again hit him, especially when he remembered all the times he used to babysit Chris.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 22:47:28 GMT -5
Chris wasn't sure he was hearing things when he heard the lullaby. He had heard two lullaby's as a child, one, his Dad used to sing was barritone. The other, Bumblebee used to sing, was a bit softer. Those two were unmistakable, and he had to breathe in a bit.
Leaping over the counter calmly, and making his way over, he wasn't sure whether this was really happening or a dream. "Uncle Bee?" He asked, looking at him, it didn't take much for him to figure it out. He quite litteraly hugged his old friend's holoform. "Holy crap it is you!"
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 22:56:22 GMT -5
Bumblebee jumped as Chris hugged his holoform before wrapping his arms around his 'nephew' in a warm hug, making a garbled, happy, sound, before falling silent and slowly releasing Chris. He looked at his nephew and his car radio suddenly played out, "Salutations...how has life been treating you?"
How could he explain that he no longer had a voice and he smiled at Chris. Primus, it had been a long time!
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 23:02:19 GMT -5
Chris let go of Bee calmly, and smiled lightly, seating himself on the counter carefuly. "I've been good actually... Life's been kind of boring to be honest." He smiled a bit "But that's because Uncle Richard can be overprotective. Which isn't always a bad thing with me." He chuckled, his chuckle sounding much like Optimus's.
He realized Bumbelebee had used music and a voice clip to communicate which he found odd. Blinking he stared for a moment, before getting the question out. "What's the matter with your voice Unlce Bee?" He questioned.
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 23:19:01 GMT -5
Bee shifted at the question and let out a soft, garbled, sound. He suddenly threw out another sound byte, this one asking, "Got a pen?"
He didn't like....talking about it, but he had to explain stuff to Chris. He shifted and waited. Once he had a writing impliment, along with paper, he began to write out what happened to his voice. "After you were sent to Earth, we....decided to launch the All Spark off Cybertron. I was part of the forces that were the...distraction, as it turned out. Tyger Pax.
"Megatron got wind and I was captured. I refused to say anything and when Megatron found out about the whole All Spark getting launched off....he ripped out my vocal processor. Ratchet's working on fixing it, but I hate going," he wrote out and handed it back to Chris.
With that, he moved over and leaned against his alt mode, waiting. He was rubbing his throat however, as he thought about that day. It made him feel ill to this day, actually.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 23:23:02 GMT -5
Chris calmly took the piece of paper, reading it over quietly, he looked over at Bumblebee. "Wow Bee, that's horrible." He commented, blinking "Did things really get that bad after David and I were sent here?" He then decided to add, to avoid confusion "By the way, just so you know, I go by Chris now... And Astro goes by David."
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 23:31:54 GMT -5
Bumblebee jumped at this information before shrugging. He forgot that they had kept the fact the boys were sent away was because of it getting that bad. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and he looked at Chris. He motioned for the objects again and once Chris handed them over, wrote, "Primus, this is easier. Well...I've gotten used to having no voice. Jazz helped a lot, and when he found me grinding up my vocal processor more trying to sing the lullabye, he found that sound byte for me, after everything. I missed you two."
He looked rather calm as he handed the pad back, with the pen.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 23:36:22 GMT -5
Chris took the paer again, and read it over. His smile fade a little as Bumblebee said 'helped' about Jazz. That sounded an awful lot like he was not around anymore. He looked up at Bee, shaking his head. "Is Jazz... Gone?" He asked, being too perceptive for his own good as usual. He handed over the paper and pen.
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 20, 2009 23:40:45 GMT -5
The holoform smacked himself on his forehead and sighed, taking the pad, as well as the pen. Shifting a little he simply wrote. "Yeah, Jazz is gone. Megatron ripped him in half, ironically taking away my voice for a second time. Enough of that though. Tell me about some highlights in your life, besides working with Mikaela. Hey, met Wheelie yet? Perverted little fragger, so you might want to watch out if you have a girlfriend," he warned out on that and handed it back.
He was writing what he would normally say, instead of censoring it. And he really wanted to get off the topic of Megatron. He didn't like thinking about the Decepticon leader....at all actually.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 20, 2009 23:44:30 GMT -5
"At Mission City, right? I was there you know... Caught sight of Dad briefly, but wasn't sure if I was loosing it." Chris murmured briefly, shaking his head slowly. Then looked at him, sighing, he thought for a minute. "Well I'm captain of my Basketball team now... And no I haven't met Wheelie yet, I started her tod-." He then put two and two together "Hold on, Mikaela knows about you guys?"
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