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[intelite]

seerspectacles​:

        indrid had to smile a bit at the fast-talking robot’s reassurance that he was not, in fact, a narc of any sort - and that he didn’t believe the sylvan was truly doing anything nefarious. it reminded him a bit of himself, in a way - or at least back when he’d first arrived on earth, and how honest he tended to be compared to…well. now. 

       “ well, you’re definitely not alone there. i don’t think i’m, the ah, ‘cool uncle’ type of cool, either - but i’ve been known to keep a secret or two fairly well. and for whatever reason, i’m inclined to believe you. thank you for entertaining my caution, however. ” his grin turned a little more genuine and less nervous as he held up a hand for the other to shake. then, he bent down to open up a simple cardboard box of various accessories and trinkets one could wear; barrettes, hair ties, bracelets, necklaces, glasses, earrings, wristwatches, hats, belt buckles…. he’d picked them up all over spirale, and the majority of them looked well-worn but in good condition - just enough that it would avoid drawing too much attention. 

      “ since i assume you’re going to be wearing this fairly often - no offense, of course - “ he just imagined that it was difficult for the other to quite literally fit in to certain places made for smaller folk. while he wasn’t as large as the other, he still tended to have some trouble with that - especially back in kepler, in his own RV. “ - i would suggest picking out something that you wouldn’t mind wearing every day. it doesn’t need to fit you as you are right now, either. ” his own glasses certainly didn’t fit when he had six eyes, let alone the shape or contours of his real face. indrid cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced around for any would-be eavesdroppers before continuing. 

     “ the second part is what will likely take a bit more consideration; do you have an idea of what you would … prefer to look like? not your outfit - though that is important - but …you? ” 

       that tended to be the most difficult part, he’d come to realize. “ i mean, i can make something on the fly - but that can be a bit … inconvenient. ” once, he’d accidentally made a goat-man look like a celebrity doppelganger due to his thoughts wandering to a movie he’d watched the night prior. he shuffled around at the bottom of the box, gesturing to some clothing catalogues and other magazines which featured the human models in natural-looking settings - not just what they were wearing. “ these might help to…um, inspire you? if you don’t have an idea in mind. ” he gave a reassuring smile - or one he’d meant to be reassuring. “ i can see that you’re the type of person who prefers to get things done quickly, but i’d urge careful consideration. ” it wasn’t easy to make large edits to a disguise once he’d finished it.

In that case, they're sure to get along-- ironically, Blurr can appreciate someone who knows when to keep their mouth shut.

Shaking the offered hand curtly, the mech turns his attention to the assortment of humanwear. They’re the sort of accessories he‘s seen both in Detroit and here in Spirale, although he’s never paid any particular attention to them, or to organic fashion in general.

He in-vents, optics flicking from the box to the shopkeep and back again. “Not too often, I hope! I don’t know about you but I happen to like my form and believe me I’ve spent long enough bent out of shape to appreciate being me myself in my body as it ought to be. This is for limited use only.” Blurr really doesn’t know about his new acquaintance; is this the man’s natural form, or does he make use of his own disguise technology? He certainly seems comfortable around nonhumans, but it’s unclear whether that’s because he is one himself or because he has simply grown used to the sort of clientele his work attracts.

“I should hope not. Nothing here was really made for someone like me.” Picking up a little hairclip, Blurr examines it idly and lets it open and close on the tip of his finger. Yes, he certainly lacks the form necessary to actually wear these items as he is right now. But as a human...

His optics settle on one of the wristwatches, dull silver with pleasant black detailing. Could he see himself wearing that, solar cycle in and solar cycle out? Perhaps.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” he blurts, a faint flush of blue coloring his faceplates. It’s not that humans all sort of look the same to him, but... okay. Maybe it is that. He knows logically that humans are all unique individuals, and that this extends to their physical attributes as well as their personalities, but unless he’s thinking of Sari, Master Disaster, or one of his friends from Spirale, when he pictures a “human,” his processor supplies a blank sort of squishy bidepal form lacking any of the kibble, biolights, or bold color schemes of his own species. It’s... sometimes difficult to notice the more subtle differences between humans when he only vaguely knows what to look for in the first place. Designing one from scratch seems as though it might be... difficult.

While the shopkeep’s smile strikes a strange balance of shady and kind, it does as intended and offers some sense of reassurance. The fact that the man has examples on hand must mean that Blurr’s not the only one to come in here having not planned his disguise very well.

“Something that won’t draw too much attention.” That, at least, the bot’s certain of. “But nothing too boring either!” Blurr’s far from vain, and would much, much rather go unnoticed in nearly every situation, but still. His real frame is sleek, pretty, and perfectly suited for him. It would be nice to transfer at least some of that over to his disguise, if only to help him feel at home in it, and of course there’s the matter of--

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! Before we discuss cosmetics I have something to ask. How does the disguise handle abilities youknowabilities like the kinds of things the Stars like to take away because I did get my speed back at least I sort of did and I would really hate to lose it again as I’m sure you understand!” He knows how unlikely it is that he’ll be able to transform while making use of this tech, but--

“I need something I can run in at least. Will that be doable?”

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LOVE blurr being like “how dare you accuse me of being a narc” when thats literally his whole job & also favorite pastime 😌

[intelite]

“Not according to most,” Blurr mutters sarcastically to himself, then fixes his would-be supplier with an unimpressed look. “If you’re asking whether I’m trying to catch you in a suspicious act by pretending to be interested in the services you supply without any intention of actually making a normal purchase like any other regular customer would, then no I’m not and yes I’m ‘cool.’”

“Besides!” he adds, holding up a finger as though prepared to launch into a lecture. “This is hardly the most dangerous or unethical business in the city I mean if I were in the habit of acting as law enforcement here your establishment certainly wouldn’t be my first stop to clean up!”

Not that a disguise of this sort couldn’t be used poorly, but compared to the gangs and shady dealings in places like the Underside, this place is a little too tame to even ping Blurr’s radar as a potential problem to watch out for.

“So-- yes. I assure you that I absolutely positively definitely won’t go reporting our business here back to anyone. Cool?”

         “ yes, i’m very skilled at making all sorts of … uh …. outfits, though we can certainly adjust it to your preferences. ” sure, selling human disguises might not be illegal in spirale, but there was no doubt that it was a very shady thing to do, regardless. it wasn’t his concern what people decided to do with their human persona, though - and he didn’t make it his business to ask. “ um. you’re cool, right? i mean… cool? ” his not-so-subtle way of prodding the stranger for an assurance of discretion.

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kleinstar​:

Oh this really IS awkward.

“ Ohhh uhh. Well, you see… I ate one of those candies! So I’m a vampire now… And there’s this… cliche that all vampires can’t deal with crosses so.. um. “

“ —-my bad, uh, it was a joke. “

Oh no he’s not familiar with the genre, he thought people generally were, nerds or not but he’s been proven otherwise huh. Everyone on the island does come from different universes after all, it’s not strange. 

“ Oh uh! That’s totally fine, I haven’t been to these either I’ve just watched Ghoul Files on spintube a lot haha… “ 

He pauses looking at the scattered objects. 

“ Well. First offf, flashlights and recorder.. “ Eiden starts, “ oh thermometer too! Apparently it gets cold when ghosts appear or something? I’m not sure. “

“Oh.” That would possibly be funny to someone with the cultural context needed to appreciate it. Blurr, however, seems more curious about the information he’s just been given than he is in pretending to get the joke:

“That’s a strange cliche isn’t it don’t you think wouldn’t you say? And one that’s debatably accurate considering the fact that you seem completely unaffected despite now being a vampire yourself, as you just pointed out. Do you think it’s a matter of you being fully aware that you’re not actually a vampire, or do you think the cross is just as useless as it looks?”

A flashlight seems a little redundant when Blurr’s headlights will function far better, but perhaps the little device will help them both move with a little more subtlety. One small lance of light is less glaringly obvious than a pair of twin highbeams, after all.

The recorder excites the mech a little more-- he grabs for that tool first, testing it in his servo and playing back a somewhat tinny capture of the vampire explaining ghostly chills. Yes, this part might be kind of fun; it’s like running recon, but with no stakes, no danger, and a fun new partner to show him how it’s done.

Blurr smiles, giving a sharp nod. “I see! I don’t notice temperature shifts on as precise a scale as most humanoid organics do so you may notice that sign first-- unless of course being a vampire would change that for some reason althoughIdon’tseewhyitwould when outwardly you appear almost identical to a normal human. In fact besides a questionable aversion to crosses I don’t notice any difference between you and a human at all!”

Is it obvious yet that he has no idea what a vampire is?

He scoops up a few more supplies, including an EMF gauge made even more redundant than the flashlight by his personal EMF. Normally, Blurr likes to be as prepared as possible for an upcoming mission, but his interest has been piqued and this is more a game than anything else, so he flits around his new acquaintance, filled with a sudden impatience, and resolves to learn anything else he’ll need to know about the supernatural on the job.

“Ready? We’re taking practically every piece of equipment they’re offering so if we’re not prepared by now we never will be. You can explain how to actually use all of this on the way, right?”

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“What doesn’t do anything?” he asks, optics wide with genuine confusion and curiosity. “If they’ve provided faulty equipment we can ask for replacements I mean considering this event is presumably sanctioned by the Stars the least they can do is make sure the devices they’ve provided actually serve their intended purpose!”

Blurr picks up the crucifix, turning it over in his servos. ...and finds it rather difficult to make any sort of determination at all about whether it’s “malfunctioning” or not. The simple cross seems to be just that, and without any contextual cues to help out, he has no idea how to tell whether it’s “turned on,” so to speak.

His companion seems far more familiar with the entire setup, though. Good. At least one of them will know what they’re doing.

“What would you suggest? Specificallyforsomeonewho’sneverdonethisbeforeImean.”

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“ Well, this is awkward. “

Among the many equipment that were laid out on the table lay a crucifix. He’d thought that vampire joining ghost hunt would be kind of hilarious which is how he found himself here. 

“ Look haha. It doesn’t do anything? “

He turns to the robot next to him - really rad outfit pick he has to say! 

“ You think it’s malfunctioning or something? Or maybe it just doesn’t work for me… “

“ Hey, hey. Which equipment should we get? I’m def taking spirit box because it’s fun but how about you? “

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My half of an art trade for @idkcowboyuwu4 of kitty blurr 💙

[intelite]

It’s strange, knowing two different versions of the same mech. Stranger still to imagine them each at home in their own worlds, living separate, unique lives, yet still tied together by something immutable in their sparks.

Blurr doesn’t know his own version of the bot too well, and is more familiar with old history and data logs about the former intelligence officer than he is with the individual herself, but he knows the other her. He’s worked with her personally, gotten to experience her wisdom and dedication firsthand. The first time he was here he had panicked, overwhelmed by the crushing weight of helplessness; she had comforted him with her unwavering resolve to keep fighting. No matter what, keep fighting.

“... .... .....”

“I miss Arcee.”

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gaiaspoken​:

“I’d say that’s just as good of a disguise as any! If you feel comfortable in it, all the better. Could spice it up a little and hang decorations while you’re like that, too!”

“There’s no right or wrong way, really. It’s all about having fun and getting into the spirit!”

“I do feel comfortable in it, yes.” Almost overly so, considering what a disproportionate percentage of his existence he’s spent undercover on alien worlds. ...perhaps something new would be nice, considering that, but the near-infinite costume possibilities are a little difficult to narrow down.

External decorations have a tendency of falling off at his usual speeds, and internal ones seem pointless unless he intends to pick up passengers who can view them (which he certainly does not). Still...

“What sort of decorations would be considered traditional or typical for this celebration?” Blurr sounds genuinely curious; he’s as intrigued by her enthusiasm as he is by the concept of the holiday itself, and is glad to have someone to teach him who is apparently quite familiar with how this is all supposed to work.

“Will you be disguising yourself?”

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bulletrein​:

BARRET HAS TO ADMIT THAT HE was slightly facetious when he asked for a plan. as someone who always wanted to avoid involving civilians into his conflicts, it is an UNFORTUNATE facet of life that it would continue to happen, particularly as he embroils himself further and further into dangerous situations. barret’s fight hasn’t been UNIQUE to himself in a very long time, but that doesn’t mean that he’s happy to involve others. 

❝yeah. i got it.❞ he is used to being the distraction, the shield guarding companions from dangerous foes. he’s the heavy armor. the tank. but he’s not going to argue on this front. not when the clock is ticking ever presently towards possible DOOM. 

before he could tell the stranger to be careful or watch out, and certainly before he could explain his abilities in full, he takes in just how the stranger plans on throwing his enemies into a loop. that’ll do it, barret thinks, barely processing the transformation as he takes off. this isn’t new to him in the slightest, though what is new is the fact that this machine is just as much like a human than a machine. the scorpion sentinel, the valkyrie, all shinra’s weapons were as silent and COLD as their employer. he can only assume that the situation is working in their favor, judging by the noises at his back. can’t look back. can’t gawk. can’t ask him how he does it until later —

heart hammers in his chest, a SAVAGE beating. eyes glance upwards towards the approaching whirr of tyres, the heavy thwump of robotic feet. ❝ain’t hurt, i HOPE,❞ he exhales, amid clambering into outstretched arms. he’s no stranger to scaling robotic entities, but being held by one who could be a future friend - well, that’s certainly something he can’t say he expected. ❝i can pull off injuries from you, an’ also enemy fire.❞

the words peel out in a rush, he’s speaking just as quickly as his companion. looking over his shoulder, he’s somewhat DISAPPOINTED that their opponents are still standing, but the big robot fellow has his own reasons for acting this way, he’s sure - and barret isn’t going to start looking a gift horse in the mouth. ❝didn’t think they’d be so PERSISTENT,❞ he says, after catching his breath. 

“No no no while your concern is appreciated it’s not needed-- yet. I’m-- I am fine.” Blurr ex-vents between words, airflow slightly strained as he does his best to adjust to the significant new bulk in his arms without slowing down. He was made to carry information, not large, armored humans, and the effort it’s taking to whisk them both away from their pursuers is providing a rare reprieve from Blurr’s usual stream of words.

Still--

“What do you mean you can ‘pull off injuries?’” That sounds significant, helpful, and most importantly interesting.

Now might not be the best time for explanations, though-- having had enough time to regain their bearings, more of the gang are rushing after the duo, shots whizzing by the two of them. The organic does seem to be drawing fire as he said he might, and the next volley of shots gets concentrated closer to Barret than to Blurr. The mech can’t tell whether any of the enemy fire glanced off his companion’s armor or managed to penetrate it.

“Are you hurt?” he gasps, his voice high with concern. ...and with effort; fumbling to a near-halt, Blurr lets his new acquaintance tumble from his grasp. They’ve managed to put a good amount of distance between themselves and their pursuers, enough that it’s safe for the moment to pause and assess for injuries. It’s a good thing they have, too; the mech’s arms feel wobbly and floaty without the weight of his ally weighing him down, and it’s obvious that he couldn’t have held onto Barret for much longer even if the gang had been right at their heels.

Cooling fans whirring audibly, Blurr takes a moment to catch his own breath and gives the man a quick glance over. “Where to from here? I mean presumably we want to lose them maybe by getting back to more inhabited areas of the city unless you think they’d keep shooting even in populated centers in which case we should make sure we stay far away from anyone else, but either way it’s all kind of a moot point unless you’re capable of running on your own because I’ve carried you about as far as I can so really what I’m trying to ask is do you need medical attention or should we keep going or do you think we’ve actually managed to lose them? Because not to state the obvious here, but itwouldsurebeniceiftheyweregone!”

HIS EXPERIENCES WITH AUTOMATONS AND ROBOTIC beings before arriving into this city were always dangerous. yet not once did he assume any of them to be in possession of anything VAGUELY resembling human intelligence. he's been living in this city long enough to not jump to baseless conclusions. not to make a FOOL of himself.

MOST of the time.

❝ya AIN'T with them?❞ he half states, half asks. a CAUTIOUS look over the inorganic being, gun-arm not quite raised, yet locked and loaded. 

the ‘them’ in question is a band of petty criminals hot on his trail, folks who fail to take kindly to his efforts to make the island a better - and CLEANER - location. his purpose having been wrenched from beneath his feet, barret feels sufficiently put out by the need to expel his energy - in WHATEVER way possible. 

he's never been one for being QUIET.

❝best duck down an' hide -- they're PISSED.❞

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“So this entire celebration is about disguising yourself?”

One might think he’d appreciate something like that, and yet...

“Would I be missing the point if I just went as my vehicle mode?”

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I've always loved Animated Blurr's design, his color scheme and the Speed Racer styled altmode was the coolest!

Going to be adding all these Allspark Almanac scans to a queue, I don't want to clog the tags and everyones dashes 😅

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heart3yed​:

💛 💜 ❤️ || a wave of relief washes through her bones, but satori pushes it down with SILENT grace and a firm squaring of the shoulders. it wouldn’t do to be overly emotional. the smile and wave she offers is enough in her own eyes.

❝yes, i have been HERE all this time,❞ she admits, with a touch of weariness slipping betwixt her lips. her brows pull together with a tilt of the head. ❝don’t feel GUILTY. i think that there’s no shame in grasping a silver lining.❞

satori doesn’t know if blurr is showing guilt over their meeting, but she’s ANTICIPATED that sort of reaction many a time. her current read is gently snapped shut, there’s all the time in the world for that later when compared to a RARE reunion!

❝one can’t be too sure, i’m AFRAID. much better to err on the side of caution than to accidentally come across as rude.❞ but she’s glad, naturally, that there’s no need to start over their friendship. indeed, the rather guarded and vague manner of speaking is all but shed from her shoulders, like a coat removed and hung up on a hook. ❝i would gladly like to catch up with you. books - oh, i may LOVE them, but they can always wait. and i’m so excited - i don’t know if i could even concentrate, besides.❞

She’s as perceptive as ever, apparently picking up on his mixed feelings. It would be pointless to deny them, so he simply nods, accepting her permission to be happy to see her.

“Where would you like to go? We can just chat while we walk or I can show you my housing-- theyactuallygavemehousingthistimecanyoubelieveit?-- or the bar’s usually quiet this time of day if you’d prefer. They let me keep what few ‘abilities’ I had managed to ‘earn back’ last time so I can drive us if there’s a place you have in mind.”

It’s nice to hear that she’s excited. He is, too, only just managing to keep his engine from purring with the gentle, bubbling happiness that comes with no longer feeling quite so alone.

“So what have you been doing?” Keeping up with her books, obviously, which is pleasantly fitting to hear considering that’s how they met in the first place. “I’ve heard some of what the Stars have put everyone through since I’ve been gone. While I’m not surprised you made it through all that alright, I’m still glad to see you did.”

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💛 💜 ❤️ || she's been around enough to REMEMBER who or what she's crossed paths with before. it isn't a new occasion, meeting up with individuals she's already met before, and the sensation most likely would not ease any time soon. hard gaze is FIXATED upon the other; she's not bound to forget someone with such striking mechanical features any time soon. lips press into a thin line as she PEEKS up over the rim of her book.

❝i may or may not sound crazy by asking this … but didn't you once REQUEST my assistance?❞ a brow raises. some people didn't remember previous stays, so an INNOCENT question may as well be the best means of broaching conversation. something that hopefully would not overwhelm. ❝i've been here for so very long, so pardon any INSENSITIVITY i'd express.❞

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don’t be naïve. be ready to fight.