Mar. 7th, 2008 @ 10:18 am
A bar might not be the best place to bring a 'baby brother', but Oriana is only vaguely aware of such conventions yet and though she's not feeling a hundred percent yet after her fight with the femme Blackout she's too restless to stay at home.
So here she is, a tall blond who scans as human, and whose red turtleneck and blue pants mirror the colours of the three foot tall chibi in her arms.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" murmurs Optimus, looking around with wide, slightly frightened optics. It's not reassuring to be a mini version of a mech who's ticked a lot of people off.
"No," replies Oriana as she moves toward one of the human-size tables. "But I have the PINpoint, and I saw Baby Ratchet and Chichi a moment ago."
"Okay...." He frowns and hides his face against her shoulder, but then permits himself to be sat on her knee as she takes a seat and orders him a small cube of low-grade from a passing bar bot. "But we could go explore somewhere else?"
She looks down at the chibi and smooths his helm. "But I'm curious. I want to see who we might meet here. Don't worry, Optimus, I won't let anything happen to you."
He frowns, Prime memories warring with chibi programming. "What about you?"
"Don't worry," she repeats and gives him his drink.
A human-sized robot is cleaning off tables in their general area. He doesn't seem particularly happy with his job, especially when he has to go pull apart a pair of squishy brawlers and forcibly seat them on opposite sides of the table.
He washes and wrangles his way over to Oriana, stopping to stare for a moment at the creature on her knee.
"...how old is that thing?" he asks, pointing at Optimus.
She blinks, then looks at the Chibi.
"Old enough to be in a bar." He scowls, the Prime coming through strongly. "I'm a chibi, not a sparkling."
Then he blows bubbles in his energon.
one before." The Mini-Con does not sound impressed. He bends over and starts cleaning off the table next to them with a dirty damp rag. "Chibis aren't usually the most mature of things either. It ain't gonna be my fault if he starts throwing up on things, lady."
"I've never seen him do it yet." Oriana can't keep back the amused grin as Optimus gives the red bot a frown.
"How much booze you given him?" Swindle frowns right back at the both of them. Surly barboy is not swayed by your chibi!
"None, but he has eaten a whole box of energon treats at once."
Optimus's frown fades into embarrassment.
"Great, a binger." Ooh, moneys.
"I am not." Optimus shakes his head. "I was focused on something else."
Oriana shrugs. "And I'm not giving him high grade now."
"Sure, that's what all the addicts say." Now he's just messing around.
"You get a kick out of picking on people smaller than you?" Sudden humor blooms on Optimus's little face.
"Yep!" Amusement dances in Swindle's optics. He's honest, for a cheat.
"That's not as bad as what I was worried about." The chibi chuckles and absently blows a few more bubbles in his drink. Then he looks up at his 'big sister'. "I'm Optimus, and this's Oriana. We're twins... sorta."
Swindle looks at the tiny robot. Swindle looks at the human. Swindle shakes his head. 'I don't even wanna know how you pulled that one off."
Oriana shakes her head slightly and puts a hand on Optimus's helm. "I'm not human. Nor, despite how I'm scanning, am I organic."
"I'd call you a liar, but I've been to the Nexus." Swindle waves a dismissive hand at her. "You want beer or highgrade?"
She hesitates, but then says, "I haven't mastered drinking yet. But I'll buy you one."
"...oh?" Swindle looks quite interested now. He raises his head and sends a few comm orders to one of the barbots. "'preciate it."
"I get my energy from light, so it's not a necessary ability." She nods slightly. "And you're welcome."
"So what's your name?" asks Optimus artlessly.
"Photosynthetic fleshie, huh? Man, you guys are real kooks." He speaks as if he's met such a thing before. "Swindle. I'm Pyro's little wage slave."
"Like I said. I'm not organic." She lets herself flicker slightly so that he can see a little of the light matrix her body is built from.
"Slave?" Optimus is frowning.
Swindle is not impressed. "So what, you're a hologram?" And to the frowning Optimus he merely gives a nasty look. "Hey, at least he pays me, unlike some people."
"I'm a Transformer. My shell's just made from light instead of metal." She puts a hand on Optimus, who's relaxed.
"Sorry," says the chibi. "I didn't recognize the term you used."
"Pff, like you lot are much better." Swindle continues scrubbing at his table. "And that makes no sense at all so I'm going to ignore it."
They exchange a glance and then look at him again.
"Better?" asks Oriana, confused. "I'm sorry, you've lost me."
"Hm?" Swindle turns around for a moment and tilts his head to the side. "...hold up. You guys know what I am?"