RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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BUT MOMMY I DON'T WANNA TAKE MY ENGLISH

[zetabeamguy]

[ The robot- not really a robot, he supposed, but what else would you call it?- had not been easy to track down. He'd been even harder to capture, but it was well worth the struggle.

He didn't want to just blast a sentient machine with an EMP device, but he'd managed to get the big guy into stasis after a few tries. He was looking a little worse for the wear, but the damage should be superficial. Now he just had to wait for him to come back on-line.

So wait he did, while the robot slumbered behind his specially constructed force field. ]

TOO BAD

[sciencetank]

[He was going to fillet Grimlock for leaving his post. Forget pacifism, for the moment. In the moment, he'd wanted nothing more than to throttle his supposed guard detail.]

[His head aches. The rest of him feels as if he's been run over by an old public transport train, but his head is definitely the worst. As he drags himself back into consciousness, systems slowly rebooting, everything crawling back online, he lifts a hand to it, covering his optics.]

[So much for the Ark, he reflects, as bits of memory filter in, and the unfamiliar surroundings peek through gaps in his fingertips.]

[Charming.]

[He doesn't speak as he comes back around, he simply lays there, gathering his bearings bit by bit.]

[zetabeamguy]

[ Thankfully he had equipment set up to let him know when his guest came around, and now he sweeps into the room, cape billowing, a grin on his face. ]

Good morning.

[sciencetank]

[He lifts the hand from his face long enough to observe the... alien... striding into the room.]

[Perceptor gives him about a minute of scrutiny, before place his hand right back over his optics again.]

Hardly. Though, personally, I am inclined to believe there was a sort of sarcasm there, considering, for myself, this is perhaps the exact opposite of a 'good' morning.

[zetabeamguy]

I consider it a very good morning, personally. What kind of morning it's going to be for you remains to be seen.

[ He inclines his head, watching him. ]

Hm. You look a little... hungover, seems to be the right word. I wonder if my little pulse weapon had ill effects after all.

[sciencetank]

Ah, the discrepancies of varying viewpoints. Lovely.

[He cracks an optic open, a withering look, despite the pounding in his head.]

Hmm. I wonder. You use a weapon, and then appear surprised to see it possesses ill effects.

Of course there are ill effects, it's a bloody weapon.

[zetabeamguy]

[ He just arches his eyebrows, amused at the observation. ]

It was never my intention to cause ill effects past knocking you unconscious, or whatever the equivalent for a sentient robot is.

Snap at me again, however, and I might begin to rethink that stance.

[sciencetank]

Offline will suffice, though it varies from instance to instance.

[He makes a scoffing sound.]

You've pulled me away from incredibly important work and given me a Grimlock-sized headache, I'll be snappish if I want to. If Optimus Prime can take it, I should think an alien abductor can stand a few terse words.

[zetabeamguy]

You're hardly in any position to say such things. [ not that he knows what a Grimlock or an Optimus Prime even is. ]

And the real important work is just about to begin.

[sciencetank]

On the contrary. I'm in the perfect position to say such things, considering I rather doubt anyone who would take the time abducting Cybertron's most brilliant mind would then, in turn, construct a holding facility capable of easy escape.

Therefore, while physically defenseless, my vocal processor is my sole form of tacit protest and I intend to use it to its full functionality.

[zetabeamguy]

[ He gives the robot a long look, before the grin comes back ] Under different circumstances, I think I might like you. But right now all you're being is annoying.

Talk all you want, then. It won't stop me from finding out what you're made of.

[sciencetank]

If I had a cube of energon for every time someone informed me of that, I could put the planet's energy shortage to rights in a moment's notice.

[He makes another scoffing sound, folding his arms.]

Oh, I fully intend to.

[zetabeamguy]

[ He strides over to a computer console and begins clacking away at the keys. A little drone flies over and sweeps around the Cybertronian, scanning him. ]

You're not from Earth, that's obvious enough. What are you?

[sciencetank]

[A bit absently, he swats a hand at the drone, like a human would swat a fly.]

You already know the answer to that, I believe. You already said as much, anyway.

[zetabeamguy]

[ The drone zips neatly out of the way. It's a fast little guy. ]

Going by what you've already told me, "Cybertron" must be your planet of origin. At first I thought you were some kind of Enderri construct, but you're too self-aware, and certainly not insect enough.

Are the native species of your planet mechanical or organic?

[sciencetank]

[Oh no you don't. Now it's a matter of pride. He's going to try and grab it.]

[Partly because Pride. And partly because what is it.]

Of course I'm self-aware. I'm alive, aren't I?

And what do you believe we are, hm? You already seem to have an idea, may as well elaborate and see how wrong or right your... guesses are.

[zetabeamguy]

You're machines. Intelligent, self-aware machines. But what I wish to know is where that self-awareness comes from. You claim you're alive, but how do you know you haven't been programmed to think that way?

[sciencetank]

How do we know you just aren't having delusions of being sentient, living things, either?

Why does it matter? It isn't as if it's replicable.

[zetabeamguy]

Because human beings aren't built. Not like machines.

But even if your will isn't replicable, the rest of you might very well be. You are a stunning piece of work.

[sciencetank]

If you were anyone else, I would assume that was a pickup line.

Your compliment is noted. Though I sincerely doubt it's possible.

[zetabeamguy]

Oh, but I deal in the impossible. I have built machines that will switch peoples' brains, I have traveled back in time, and I have moved the moon.

You, my metal friend, are just another robot.

[sciencetank]

... Of course you have.

[You're tiny and made of meat, human, that stuff can't happen.]

But, that is where you're impossibly incorrect.

[zetabeamguy]

You don't believe me. But then I suppose I haven't really given you a reason to, have I?

[sciencetank]

You've given me copious reasons to have a headache, but nothing beyond that, no.

[zetabeamguy]

Look around you, robot. [ He waves an arm and the expansive chamber they're in. Everything is chrome and twinkling LED lights. It's packed with monitors and robots of varying sizes- small flying drones, spider-like attack models, and humanoid workers. ] Everything you see, I have built.