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AUDIO, UN: Whiskey-Tango

[whiskey_tangerine]

[This message arrives several days after their explosive first meeting, and Whit sounds even more anxious than usual as he speaks]

H-h-hi, this is, um. This is Wh-Whisksy Tango, or, or, o-or Whit. And... And I-I-I am sorry for... For e-ev-everything. M-meeting you sh-should-should've been nice. I l-let, um. I d-didn't do anything right, and you g-g-got hurt. If you and G-Gold Arm are m-m-mad, d-don't blame you. I h-hope things are right for you, in th- in the future.

AUDIO | $MG

[hyperbomber]

[ The comm clicks as the soldier answers it. ]

Negative. You acted according to protocol for a threat. It is respectable. There is nothing to apologize for. Were our positions reversed, this soldier would have fired first and tried to de-escalate situation later. Your efforts were commendable if ineffective on me.

[ There's a pause and MG clears his intake after a moment. ]

Aniki says I have to say sorry. For shooting you. So. Sorry.

[whiskey_tangerine]

[Whit is deeply surprised by that answer, and cycles his optics for a moment, stunned] Oh? Oh. Th-that's. That's really very nice of y-you. To say. I just d-don't like fighting anymore if I c-can help it, s-so. I try to help.

[A pause, then] An-Aniki? You m-mean Gold Ar-Arm?

[Another brief hesitation, followed by an unseen nod] You d-didn't know. I've h-h-hurt people before like th-that, too. I would w-want people to u-unders-understand. A bit. So. You are f-forgiven. M-maybe we'll b-both get b-better at things like this? If we t-try? We can help e-each other.

text; $ponytail

[machspin]

Hey Gold Foot. You wanna come to that ball with me? I know you might not have fun, but...

It'd mean a lot to me if you came.

[hyperbomber]

I would be happy to attend with you. Query: what is a ball? Additional query: Why would I not have fun? If you are there, I find I would enjoy myself.

[machspin]

[ Hold on for a few minutes, Gold Foot. Or more. Windy has to read that over a couple times, sit back to process, and maybe also scream into a pillow for a little while.

That was- This is-

He'll come back to it. Eventually. Thankfully through text one can seem a lot more put together than they actually are! ]

I didn't know you felt that way about me.

ACTION

[heat_wavering]

[A tiny hand reaches up and taps on the door that his new datapad had told him belonged to GM, which it took Heat some twisting around of his chip to eventually decide probably meant Gold.... Something]

[So he tottered over there, which took a while. Maybe even several whiles, and here he was, hand upraised after knocking a single tap. He considered this, then tapped again, once]

Mister Gold Foot? Hello? This is Heatman? Gold Arm told me about you and that I'm supposed to help you but there's a door here and, um?

[Tap]

[hyperbomber]

[ He did not often get visitors beyond Quick and occasionally Windy. Not since his falling out with his brother captain. Although... hopefully that would be patched up soon? He thinks they're working on it. But that still doesn't prepare him for the tapping at his door, or the tiny mechanoid standing outside when he opens it. ]

Oh.

[ He blinks a few times, violet-red optics fuzzing a little before settling into something more neutral. ]

Hello, Heatman. Captain sent you?

[heat_wavering]

[Heatman smiled and swung his arms back and forth with a bounce as he nodded]

Hi, mister the Foot! Is mister Gold Arm the captain, like he's my field commander now? Cause if he is, then yes he did! He said to help you and him with daily stuff, only he says he's not a scientist so I can't be a lab assistant. Are you a scientist?

[Another smile after all of that, and he kept swinging and kept bouncing]

It's okay if you aren't. I'm not! I'm not really an anything right now, but usually I'm a warbot. So... it's good I ran into your brother! He helped me! And Rock! So I like him a lot! [He said this with a very determined and very serious nod of his head even though he was still moving]

Action, There and Gone

[thelordofmisrule]

[ While you were away someone has been in your room.

It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.

How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby sitting on a chair. It's feet are painted gold. ]

Re: Action, There and Gone

[hyperbomber]

This tiny baby with its gold feet becomes a staple in Gold Foot's room. He puts it in a place of pride on his shelves. It makes him smile when he sees it.

Thank you mysterious stranger for a spark of joy.

ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...

[thelordofmisrule]

[hyperbomber]

This box of colorful candy has exactly 1 (one) removed from it and tried before Gold Foot puts it next to the baby with the gold feet. He's going to find out who's giving him gifts one of these days and properly thank them. They're amusing.

Action (you are under no obligation to respond to this your character can be 'out')

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

ACTION

[heat_wavering]

Heatman has made it a habit of regularly visiting Gold Foot because Gold Arm had told him to, but today when he comes by and clambers up onto a chair beside him, his little face is drawn and thoughtful.

"Hey, mister Gold Foot? Can I ask you something?" He fidgeted, then went on, "What are you supposed to do when you feel bad but it has nowhere to go? Because I- I did something really really bad but Quick is back now, and-"

He pulled his legs up to his chest. "...And nobody is agreeing to pull my IC chip out if I get made to do it again and then come through the bridge when Blues kills me. Again." He sucked in a breath. "I don't want to be a danger to anybody like that, even if Gold Arm says he can countermand things. Do you think..."

He looked away, half pulling his head back inside his box. "Do you think you'd be willing to do it?"

text; $ponytail

[machspin]

Hey Gold Foot, you busy? I kinda want to kick the soccer ball around, but it's more fun if there's two of us.

Re: text; $ponytail

[hyperbomber]

Not busy. Always happy to kick the ball around with you. Where did you want to meet? I think they'll be upset if we play in the hallway again.

Text, UN: P3RF3C710N

[binary_runaway]

hey, you're gold foot, right? one of those iron leaguers? you haven't talked to me before but i'm nova storm

i've been checkin in on the other ai with a whole shpeal about wanting you guys to have backup and friendly faces to know you can go to for help or a laugh if you're bored but now I'M getting bored writing that cause repetition is how good bots actually expire because it's just that bad

so tell you what

you guys do sports stuff, right? show me what you've got

Action

[heat_wavering]

A very soft noise could be heard as Gold Foot entered his private area of the hab suite the Gold brothers shared with Heatman. A small pair of familiar black boots could be seen poking out from under Foot's bed and at Foot's approach, Heat sniffled and pulled his feet further back until they disappeared beneath the edge of the mattress.

"I don't want to go outside yet," Heat mumbled with a hiccuping beep of binary. "None of the bad things are as scary when you're in a fort. Quick said so, once."

good luck i don't remember what this was in reference to :sweat:

[hyperbomber]

Well. Foot certainly didn't expect to find Heatman under his bed of all places. But, sometimes that was just what little brothers did.

He thinks.

It's vaguely familiar in that way that most things were vaguely familiar these days.

He grunted slightly as he lowered himself down to sit next to his bed, his back pressed against the mattress.

"You don't have to come out," he said softly. He closed his optics and tilted his head back, letting it rest against the top of the bed. "Forts are good protection. However... would you tell me what you're protecting yourself from?"

Duckstribution

[thelordofmisrule]

[ When no one is in his room... someone's been in his room. That someone has left a Rubber duck. This duck is STANDING on very realistic looking very muscular human style legs. And if anything is placed near this duck it WILL kick it. Suprisingly hard. ]

Action -> takes place the night mask returns from the hunt event

[ofdangerousweaponry]

When Gold Foot returned to the room he shared with Gold Arm at the end of the night, he found Gold Mask wedged into the corner where the bed met the walls on his side, a ball of thorns that shook like an agitated hedgehog.

Mask had very deliberately been avoiding Foot since their last conversation, too full of fear for his brother and what had been done to him to even begin to know what to do or how, but after the events of the hunt he'd just returned from, Mask couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want to avoid him anymore, he wanted his brother.

Mask curled up tighter for a second when the door opened, then released enough to pull his head up and look at Foot. "Sorry," he muttered, then, even quieter, "...I know you don't know me anymore and it's probably stupid to ask, but- can you sit with me anyway? Just for a minute? I'll move after, I promise."

[hyperbomber]

Foot had noticed Mask's distance. He couldn't be upset by it, really. Not when he didn't remember his little brother (was he really his brother?) and the consequences from their last interaction. So he wasn't upset, but it did ring alarm bells when he saw Mask curled up by his bed instead of Mask's own.

A plethora of scenarios raced through his processor. Someone hurt him? Someone threatened him? Who did Foot need to take apart limb from limb?

He didn't express those immediate thoughts though. Instead, he took a deep vent and let it out slowly. Just like Rung taught him. He kept silent and joined Mask, sitting on the floor and looking at him. He twitched one finial and blinked at him through violet-tinted optics.

"You don't have to leave. Just because my memory circuits are... not what they should be... It doesn't mean you have to stay away from me. I am recovering my memories slowly, but the process is sped up when you are near." He wasn't going to talk about how it hurt to remember. That was just between him and Rung. His brothers didn't need to know it harmed him.

"May I ask what happened? You are clearly upset."

Action (Play Toys)

[anewfrontier]

It had only been relatively recently that Frontier had been more or less officially adopted by his new brothers. There were no papers or chips to alter, just feelings and being embraced, a feeling Frontier hadn’t known.

However, there was one of the three Frontier knew little to nothing about. Surely Arm and Mask would have had him meet Foot at this point, right? He was his brother too now, so it was important to try to establish a bond.

All Frontier had to remember is sometimes he could be a little scary, but he was one of the nicest mechs Mask knew.

There was a gentle but curious knock on Gold Foot’s door. Frontier was there, carrying with him a bag of various things he had been given. “Toys” is what they were called if he remembered correctly.

Waiting patiently the young mech did, green eyes big and curious to what his other brother would be like.

[hyperbomber]

Of course Foot had heard about his brother's adopting another newbuilt. It seemed every time he turned around there was another member to the Gold Brothers. He couldn't say he hated it though. Had he not done the same with Quickman? Heatmean?

The little AIs needed someone to watch out for them, and there was no one who could be trusted more than his aniki. And if it meant that he was their brother now too, then he would be the best brother he could be.

But he hadn't yet met this new brother of his. A "Frontier."

It seemed that was about to change though, because who else was at his door but this young mech that couldn't be any older than half a year? Gods above they just kept getting younger, didn't they?

It really made him feel his age, even if he didn't know what exact age that was.

Still, he smiled at Frontier and tipped his head. He tried to look nonthreatening, but there's only so much he could do when he was still bristling with weaponry. At least none of it was activated at the moment. He just had giant missiles on his shoulders. It was fine.

"Well, you must be the new brother Mask and aniki were talking about." He bypassed a hand shake and patted Frontier on the head instead. "What brings you around to my room, huh?"