island - paparazzi; [ Knock Out gets his share of the media attention, especially when the tours of the Onward Research Station take the majority of the imPorts inside; he's simply not equipped in either form to tag along with that, and he is positively not going to take a stab at his human form again (unless it's to literally stab it, so as never having to deal with it again). He's glad he polished and shined a little extra for today; his chassis is gleaming with a showroom finish under the New Zealand sunshine. Therefore, he ends up answering a lot of questions, changing between root and vehicle modes a few times obligingly (and not being shy about encouraging any admiration of either form).
He deftly avoids answering too many questions about Cybertronian biology beyond the basics, and given the political sphere, stays away from the topic of the war as well. Despite these intentional obfuscations, he proves to be a gregarious and witty interviewee. Let's be real, he's never been shy talking about himself, and he's got the attitude to preen on command for the happy photographers. ]
This isn't all what I was expecting-- [ he says to the nearest imPort, when there's a break between questions and vebal glad-handing with the politicians ] --but I can't say I'm not enjoying it.
island - local tourism [ One of the things that caught Knock Out's attention was just how proud of their regional things the locals were. It was a little bit endearing, and it reminded him more than a bit of the way various mechs from differing city-states on Cybertron would claim this or that to be better than anyone else's. Unfortunately, some of said locals are trying to get Knock Out to try some kind of fruit-based delicacy, and he's having a hard time convincing them that he's not being rude in refusing, it's that he literally can't eat organic food. ]
It's not that I don't want to try it. [ he vents in irritation ] I cannot. Are you understanding what I'm saying?
[ Someone help him out please. ]
memorial; [ Knock Out has resumed vehicular mode to observe the memorial ceremony, parked at the edge of the paved area where he could still hear clearly. He wonders just how few of those assembled have actually known war, even if the thought is particularly cynical. Sending children into battle and then being surprised when they didn't return... well, it seemed to a point as if they had recognized the error in judgment. Then again, looking around at the assemblage of young faces in the imPort crowd, perhaps not... ]
Have they really learned, though...
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Knock Out | new + registered
[ Knock Out gets his share of the media attention, especially when the tours of the Onward Research Station take the majority of the imPorts inside; he's simply not equipped in either form to tag along with that, and he is positively not going to take a stab at his human form again (unless it's to literally stab it, so as never having to deal with it again). He's glad he polished and shined a little extra for today; his chassis is gleaming with a showroom finish under the New Zealand sunshine. Therefore, he ends up answering a lot of questions, changing between root and vehicle modes a few times obligingly (and not being shy about encouraging any admiration of either form).
He deftly avoids answering too many questions about Cybertronian biology beyond the basics, and given the political sphere, stays away from the topic of the war as well. Despite these intentional obfuscations, he proves to be a gregarious and witty interviewee. Let's be real, he's never been shy talking about himself, and he's got the attitude to preen on command for the happy photographers. ]
This isn't all what I was expecting-- [ he says to the nearest imPort, when there's a break between questions and vebal glad-handing with the politicians ] --but I can't say I'm not enjoying it.
island - local tourism
[ One of the things that caught Knock Out's attention was just how proud of their regional things the locals were. It was a little bit endearing, and it reminded him more than a bit of the way various mechs from differing city-states on Cybertron would claim this or that to be better than anyone else's. Unfortunately, some of said locals are trying to get Knock Out to try some kind of fruit-based delicacy, and he's having a hard time convincing them that he's not being rude in refusing, it's that he literally can't eat organic food. ]
It's not that I don't want to try it. [ he vents in irritation ] I cannot. Are you understanding what I'm saying?
[ Someone help him out please. ]
memorial;
[ Knock Out has resumed vehicular mode to observe the memorial ceremony, parked at the edge of the paved area where he could still hear clearly. He wonders just how few of those assembled have actually known war, even if the thought is particularly cynical. Sending children into battle and then being surprised when they didn't return... well, it seemed to a point as if they had recognized the error in judgment. Then again, looking around at the assemblage of young faces in the imPort crowd, perhaps not... ]
Have they really learned, though...
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