earlyish november 1st ( Rather than just cancel his holoform after the really disappointing party, Rodimus takes to wandering the halls towards the Agricultural Wing as the human female form his psyche took. Someone had said something about something about a group of people there as well, and hey - it was an organic holiday, wasn't it? Maybe that'd be better than the cafeteria for keeping oneself busy and not thinking about. About everyone.
It would have been, except before Rodimus can even reach the wing, something drops from the ceiling in front of him. Looking like no organic species he'd heard of. Not that he made any attempt to keep track because that was absolutely not his division.
A normal, sane individual would have probably run the opposite way the moment it started acting weird. Rodimus? Rodimus just smiles. )
Better.
november 2-3 ( It's possible to get exhausted, even when it's physically impossible to catch one's breath. And Rodimus wasn't in the best of shape on arrival and with no one to patch him up since then, the constant demands on his systems weren't doing him any favors.
Not that it showed, because he's tackling the problem head on. Or vehicle on in some cases, switching between alt-mod and still annoyingly tiny robot mode when it suits him. And maybe he's not found a gun, but the exhaust pipes on his arms fulfill that purpose, smoking whenever he's finished a round or found a moment's rest.
And for all his previous bravado, he's good at bringing them down - using his alt-mode to knock them off their feet or escape one on the drop. They might be the more outlandish and pointless displays of talent, but they're effective all the same. )
rodimus | nov. 1-3 | ota | probable gore and stuff
( Rather than just cancel his holoform after the really disappointing party, Rodimus takes to wandering the halls towards the Agricultural Wing as the human female form his psyche took. Someone had said something about something about a group of people there as well, and hey - it was an organic holiday, wasn't it? Maybe that'd be better than the cafeteria for keeping oneself busy and not thinking about. About everyone.
It would have been, except before Rodimus can even reach the wing, something drops from the ceiling in front of him. Looking like no organic species he'd heard of. Not that he made any attempt to keep track because that was absolutely not his division.
A normal, sane individual would have probably run the opposite way the moment it started acting weird. Rodimus? Rodimus just smiles. )
Better.
november 2-3
( It's possible to get exhausted, even when it's physically impossible to catch one's breath. And Rodimus wasn't in the best of shape on arrival and with no one to patch him up since then, the constant demands on his systems weren't doing him any favors.
Not that it showed, because he's tackling the problem head on. Or vehicle on in some cases, switching between alt-mod and still annoyingly tiny robot mode when it suits him. And maybe he's not found a gun, but the exhaust pipes on his arms fulfill that purpose, smoking whenever he's finished a round or found a moment's rest.
And for all his previous bravado, he's good at bringing them down - using his alt-mode to knock them off their feet or escape one on the drop. They might be the more outlandish and pointless displays of talent, but they're effective all the same. )