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[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

Multi-pup post!

Jetstorm can be found idly circling around the Cooper form in jet mode, watching the world below him. Is he looking for more weird squishies? For someone to race? For anything that looks like it could be improved by dropping something large and heavy on top of it? Who knows-but the smart money's on all three.

Venom can be found at the Cooper farm as well, perched on the roof and keeping an eye on things closer to the house. If you don't mind drool and teeth, he's happy to talk.

Edwin is, surprise surprise, at the farm as well, hobbling about and looking generally twitchy. He's good at that.

Nhim, however, is not at the farm. Instead, she's a good several miles away, and quite happily devouring an unlucky cow. She looks rather pleased with herself, and just a little bit gory. (This sort of thing happens when you're a large predator.)

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[untidiness.livejournal.com]

Jetstorm might be interested in knowing that there's something a little weird about that breeze blowing past his wings.

It moves differently than air is quite used to.



Oh, and it appears to be giggling faintly.

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

Well, there's a distinct lack of tendrils and snark, so that leaves out spotlight as source of the giggling. Jetstorm cranes his head around, optics anrrowing as he scans to try and see who-or what-is deciding to throw in some turbulence.

"Come out, come out whereever you are..."

[untidiness.livejournal.com]

"Boo," says Sky, coaelscing into the air in front of him.

She's almost purely a visual phenomenon, except for the fact that the longer she stays in one place, the more the air molecules try to form themselves into roughly the shape of a human. It's... probably very bizarre to his scanners.

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

It's enough to make him stop, transform, and hover there, optics still narrowed at her. This is...kind of weird, even for this place. It's nowhere near the weirdest thing he's seen, but it is notable. "...Say what?"

[untidiness.livejournal.com]

She giggles.

And pokes him in what passes for his chest.

It's... uh, like getting buffeted by a very small, very directed gust of wind, really.

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, wispy, I'm beginning to think I need to carry around a 'look but don't touch' sign." He steeples his claws together. "Care to explain why you're scanning like you're all fragged up?"

[untidiness.livejournal.com]

Eyeroll.

"I'm an air spirit. Name's Sky."

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

"...I hate to tell you this, but the big thing around here? Seems to be fire. Sorry about that, wispy."

[untidiness.livejournal.com]

"The hell d'you mean by that?"

Eyebrow raise.

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

"I mean that if you're looking to do spirity, airy things-" He wiggles his claws in a vague manner- "Or whatever it is air spirits do? You're probably not going to get a whole lot of interest."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

There is a rabbit, in the fields below, staring up at the jet soaring high above him. And, as his long ears twitch, He uses them to broadcast a message to the flyer. "Ground control to major tom, ground control to major Tom, is that you up there?"

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

"Say what? Name's Jetstorm, squishy!" he calls back after a moment-what is it with weird readings today, anyway?

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Ah! The frequency is correct, Kenneth. Good to know. The rabbit keeps broadcasting on the same channel, glad for once that his ears function as antenna. "Nuthin' squishy here! Who's flyin' that death trap up there?"

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

"Last time I checked, everything around here smart enough to use technology is, unfortunately, squishy. And seeing how I'm not picking up any Cybertronian signatures..."

He idly did a barrelroll-let whoever was broadcasting see him show off, if they could see him. "And that would be me, myself, and I. Jetstorm, Vehicon air commander, at your-no, scratch that-not at your service. Who's asking, anyway?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"They call me The Bunny. Or Mister Rabbit. And I don't use technology." It gazes upwards with beady eyes. "I am technology."

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

Jetstorm suddenly halts, hovering where he is in the air. "If I hear anything about Maximals, techorganic anything, or fragging goop, there's going to be be some problems, rabbit."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"What the fisk is a maximal?" The rabbit rolls over on his back, chewing on a stalk of grass. "How the hell are you staying in the air like that? You got VTOL on that thing?"

[says-say-what.livejournal.com]

"A Maximal is a technorganic pain in my aft, and something I plan to shoot the first chance I get. Especially if it's the spider." He quickly rolled over again-staying in the same spot-just to show off. "Behold the wonders of Vehicon technology, fuzzy."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"I like it." He likes it a lot. "what else does this vehicon technology do?" Anything that adds to his aresenal. Like that lovely little memory wiping device he picked up.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Edwin is getting a frowny face from a young girl with a golden tiara on her head.

"How'd you get hurt?" she asks.

[sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com]

Oh hey, he's being talked at-by someone who looks pretty harmless, no less. Hooray, this will most likely not be traumatizing!

"My horse threw me," he says, frowning himself as he looks down at his leg.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

"That's bad," Bridgette comments. "Did you make your horse go sit in the corner?"

[sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com]

That gets a blink out of Edwin. "No. He's just being stabled at another farm until my bones heal."

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

"Oh. How long's that gonna be?"

[sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com]

"Not much longer, I hope...but most likely? A month or so, still. It's quite annoying," he admits with a frown.