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Post by Conway on Sept 4, 2011 22:44:10 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry." Okay, very much a bad time then, but that's okay! He has a datapad in hand, that's what he came in for. He'll just read. He doesn't move away but he activates the pad and pulls up files he's downloaded on the local terrain, flora, and fauna. This'll keep him busy for a while.
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Post by avisis on Sept 4, 2011 23:35:31 GMT -5
He'd figured the ironhead would either keep trying or move away once Mirage proved uninteresting; instead Hound settles down, seemingly comfortable with present company.
Mirage is trying to look uninterested, but he keeps peeking over from his vidscreen nonetheless. The video is some smattering of human dredge, a 'documentary' of 'science' that's honestly just a ball of boring crap. He switches it out after a few minutes of failing to be interested; the next vidchip he stumbles over is some sort of demolition derby. His attention is dragged back to his own screen, and he watches in a sort of vague, frozen horror.
Humans are barbaric.
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 0:04:22 GMT -5
Hound is content with his screen for the most part, lots of maps and scenery shots he's collected that show off just how nice the planet can be. He chances a glance at Mirages vidscreen just once and...keeps his attention on his own afterwards. That the kind of stuff this guy is into?
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Post by avisis on Sept 5, 2011 0:05:31 GMT -5
He manages half a challenge of Super-Bomber Explosion Sunday before he shuts off the vidscreen with a disgusted snap. "God," slides out of him unintended. "They're beasts!"
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 0:13:42 GMT -5
Hound doesn't look away from his datapad, but offers a non-committal. "Hmm?" to encourage Mirage to continue if he chooses to. At least it seems he's not into demolition.
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Post by avisis on Sept 5, 2011 0:21:45 GMT -5
"You'd think we'd have a basic sense of civility even amongst this culture, but apparently ripping a chassis up is some sort of amusing---"
He realizes what he's doing---raving at this mech he hardly knows, like a kook---and shuts up. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, during which Hound doesn't show any sign of focusing on him, Mirage feels discomfort and annoyed self-awareness sloshing together in him in a well of embarrassment. He tries to drown that out with more words.
"This is such a backwards culture."
Probably not the right thing to say. Hound probably loves humans, like the rest of the bots on this crazy ship. He probably...licks them in his spare time, or something.
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 0:36:38 GMT -5
"To us maybe." Hound looks away from his datapad to actually pay Mirage same attention now that it seems he'll take it. "I mean they don't associate those empty shells with any form of life. He gives the datapad(now displaying a herd of some kind of terran hoof beast.) a frustrated look before setting it down on his lap. "Not that they treat actual lifeforms much better."
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Post by avisis on Sept 5, 2011 0:41:53 GMT -5
"They don't?" He glances at the datapad. "That explains a lot."
He keeps looking. "What are those things, exactly? Pets? They run like turbo-leapers."
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 0:49:10 GMT -5
Hound is pleased by the interest. "They're horses. They can be pets I guess, or transport, or food, or anything in between. These are wild ones." Hound enjoyed the few wild horses he'd seen in person. They were much more interesting then the pet kind, those had no enthusiasm for life...
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Post by avisis on Sept 5, 2011 1:05:33 GMT -5
"Really?" He realigns his body subtly to be better positioned for speaking. If they're being civil, it's only right to be fully civil. "All of the above? Strange. I can't think of anything on Cybertron used in such a versatile way." Well, there were the mini-cons, but...
He wrinkles his nose at his own silent vidscreen. "I haven't said anything suggesting these creatures are worth our patience, but there must be something redeeming about their culture...or their creations...or something." At least, he tells himself there must be. Secretly, he suspects Prime demands they be protected through some sheerly blind principle of fairness.
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 1:20:25 GMT -5
How easy it'll be for Hound to go on and on about this planet. He'll have to be careful. "Well creation wise they've accomplished astounding feats for such small and fragile creatures." He'll page through a few pictures quickly, big impressive things like pyramids, hover dam, cathedrals. "And of course, each one is as unique as any bot is from another. Have you had a chance to meet the Witwickys or Chip yet?"
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Post by avisis on Sept 5, 2011 10:25:00 GMT -5
"Wait, wait." His hand hovers out, halting itself an inch above Hound's own; if he knew the bot better, if they were companions or some sort, he'd have stopped the browsing and started flipping back himself. As it is, he keeps his hand close, flicking his fingers to the left in a gesture. "Go back. What were those?" There was something labeled 'Aachen Cathedral' that looked stunning. The thing on now---a 'Hoover Dam'---looks solid and flat and practical like most things on Cybertron, but the cathedral...
Distracted, he only half-hears the next line, and only half responds. "Hmm? Oh, no, no I have not. I've been told I simply must. I suppose it's a rite of politesse."
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 10:35:33 GMT -5
Hound complied returning to a page on a cathedral. "This here?" He offered the pad to mirage so he could peruse the section at his own speed. " It might be wise to meet them if you want to pass some kind of judgement on humans. If they treated us the same they'd have every right to hate us because cons have attacked them, right?"
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Post by avisis on Sept 5, 2011 10:51:26 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, I certainly will..." He's flicking through the specs on the cathedral now. After a minute he sends a search through the database for 'cathedral'. "I'll consider retracting my statements if they prove to be---" St. Stephen's Cathedral stops him cold. He bends over the datapad, voice mellowing and rising a note. "Hound, look. Look at this!"
His finger drags sharp quick lines across the screen, highlighting the spires and jagged designs across tiling. "Did they make all this? With their tiny little bodies?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 5, 2011 11:09:23 GMT -5
"They did, all with their tiny little hands. Much more impressive than what they make with machines now a days don't you think?" This guy really isn't bad at all, he doesn't know what Cliff and Sunny were griping about. Little bit of a cold exterior but not bad at all. Not particularly bad looking either, so that'll explain Sunstreaker's complaining.
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