A firm shake and a terse nod, “an ego that yours couldn’t even begin to joust with. Certainly the most bark out of either of us. Brainstorm can rest assured that he does hold a record indeed, one that shall never be surmounted.” Hand returned, tucked into the other behind his back. The usual stance, stern and in line, like a soldier.
"Only as kinky as your imagination will take it, but knowing you I presume your creativity is endless. This is either a good thing or something terribly bad, give or take a few metaphorical weights to each side." A bemused look painting Perceptor’s face, partially barbed. Wire and barbs were a given, never intended negatively. If they were, by Primus’ false name you would know and by then it would be too late to take it back.
Turning, he glanced at him and then to his own ship. “Care to walk and talk? I have a few supplies I need to put out. I’d like to take advantage of this happenstance to do a bit of exploration so I brought the necessary tools.”
He nodded right back. Truer words had not been spoken of their fellow scientist. Never liked him, really; it wasn’t quite strong enough of a thing to hate him, but, rather, be very annoyed with. Pretty glad Brainstorm wasn’t here with them, or they’d never get anything accomplished, eh? Not anything productive, anyway, and that would be a crying shame.
A contemplative, if not somewhat smug frown creased his features, and Wheeljack shrugged, still trying to rid himself of jitters. He was somewhat unsuccessful, but at least the intent was there. And, hey, he was bound to be fine eventually, just had to work on it a little bit more. “Hopin’ for good, but knowing my luck.. probably for the best I don’t let that creativity get the best of me. I’d like to stay in one piece, if at all possible.”
Something was telling him that this Percy wasn’t nearly so nice as he remembered; it was intriguing, really. Kind of liked it. Hell, probably would have liked just about anything the red mech could’ve been, so long as it wasn’t too.. what was the word? Unfriendly? No, close, but that wasn’t it, either. Primus knew Wheeljack hung out with some pretty unfriendly mechs in his time.
“Sure, why not,” Wheeljack agreed, then teasing. “It’s perfect weather for a stroll around the desert—besides, I’ve been stuck in a shuttle all day. Might be good for me.”
((I’m looking at posts I owe here & elsewhere just going “Has it really been [insert extended period of time]???”
I am so bad at this arpeeing thing.))
ANOTHER new tiny summary pic!
This one is for my Wheeljack backstory fic. As you can plainly see, Perceptor and Springer also play a role. And Knockout’s presence here might be even more confusing than Wheeljack’s presence in the last one :U
But yeah. I hope I can start posting this one either this weekend or next week. We’ll see~
Oh also, it’s titled From the Wreckage :U hahahahahaaaaaaauuuughhh
Oh no, cute.
Don’t know what’s happening, but.. looks like fun.
If Wheeljack knew about what happened with Bastion right now, well… he can’t really scold him. Back when he was in school, he did his own fair share of stupid, damaging things.
And, honestly, you’d be better off asking a mech like Perceptor for full details, because at some point Wheeljack just lost track/stopped caring.
"Don’t take that flattery too highly, might it stroke your ego too much and get the best of you," he gave him a firm shake with the hands of a scientist- and the hands of a gunman. Strong and certain yet just tapered and delicate enough to handle the most fragile of coding.
Perceptor returned the genuine smile, if not a bit crookedly and uneven. A form of expression he had not used for quite some time. It was raw and real and still shaky. He took his hand back to himself, resting it awkwardly by his side, fighting the urge to fold it into the other or cross his arms and close off in the way of body language. Of course that was not the intended meaning, maybe just a bit of self defense playing off of implicit memories.
"I’m afraid I do, but let’s not start off cutting you down at the knees, you’ll get enough of that later on dear Wheeljack," he snipped pleasantly, trying to keep up a good humor in himself.
Pausing slightly, “and you as well, maybe under some strange circumstances but nonetheless I am happy to be here..”
“Nah, really think Brainstorm was the one with the ego,” he puffed. Right, handshake, he could do that. Wheeljack’s own servos were strong and maybe a bit scuffed from time and use—definitely use. They made Perceptor’s look down right pristine in nearly every light, but they served their purpose; doc might chide him to take better care of his frame, but nothing was broken yet, right? It wasn’t like he was abusing it.. Wheeljack just wouldn’t win any beauty contests any time soon. As if he’d want to.
A snicker. “Oh? Sounds kinky.” Totally going there, but surely that was to be expected of him. Maybe not an overtly sexual mech like some pegged him to be, but in the right company Wheeljack was downright crude. This so happened to be the right company, and he didn’t think this quite crossed the line of “being good”. Safe territory.
“I’m sure we could both think of stranger circumstances. I don’t know about you, Perc, but the past.. years have been pretty interesting.” He hesitated to place a definite number on exactly how many years they’d spent apart from each other. It wasn’t important right now.
Aw, thanks. You’re so nice. So, we’re both Wheeljack. That won’t be confusing. Not entirely corporeal generally means I haven’t been able to physically interact with my surroundings. ie: Out of body experience, if you will. Something along the lines of my own body being too damaged to support my subconscious and the multiversal displacement allowing for me to, for lack of a better expression, exist as a ghost- a manifestation of my mind. I’m here but my body is, from what I can gather of the sensory echos, floating in a CR chamber on Cybertron- New Iacon, if I wasn’t moved, which is unlikely considering the planet’s er… state.
So, basically an astral projection. Gotcha. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard of something similar happening.
But, as far as both being Wheeljack.. Wrecker Wheeljack over here, and I assume you’re some sort of scientist—engineer. That’s usually the big difference.
Academy drop out vs reputable brainiac—my life in a nutshell.
'Jack. Good to see there's more of me around here. I was gettin' lonely.
Define around and me. I’m still getting used to the Multiverse. And not being entirely corporeal. Er. Hi?
Well, “around” usually means “alive”.. and me—Wheeljack. Your turn. You define “not being entirely corporeal" for me, because I might just have to amend my definition of "around"
Depending on your answer, of course.