nexus_crossings | one mech's trash is another man's...

Misfire is, what some may call, a hoarder. He would like to consider himself a collector of fine treasures. However his room back home is just overflowing with crap. The air hanger at the edge of the wilds he's found here in the Nexus is starting to look similar. He doesn't care of course. Buuuut a certain superior officer of his back home did and ordered he clean his quarters out or his quarters would be moved from his quarters to the brig.

Keen on not getting tossed behind bars like some kind of... of common CRIMINAL, he decides to do the equivalent of just shoving it all into his closet. The closet in this case being the Nexus.

And it's all here now. There's... a lot... at least a little bit of pretty much anything you can imagine. His 'home' after all is a giant ship with quantum engines able to jump into new universes. You pick up a lot of stuff when you're on a never ending adventure across the multiverse. And that's before you even get to the Nexus!

Yeah there's boxes and crates and just random piles of stuff all over... is that an arm? That's an arm. Misfire hurries over to scoop it up. Looks like it belongs to a friend of his. Riptide maybe? He has vague memories of winning it off him in a drunken card game a little bit ago. Maybe he should give it back...

Either way the junk had to be dealt with. Even he could see the necessity. So what better way to get rid of a ton of junk then with a yard sale? He could just throw it out but... he just can't stand the thought!

So he's posted signs all around the Nexus advertising a sale with vague directions to his hanger.

"Hey! Thanks for coming! You looking for anything in particular? Bet I got something somewhere around here that's perfect for you!" he grins and waves at anyone curious enough to come out here. Possibly with the aforementioned severed arm.

(( ooc: Feel free to make up anything for the assorted junk laying around. Literally anything is fair game, the weirder and more obscure the better. He's defaulted to his giant robot form for this thread but if you'd prefer to interact with his human holographic avatar just let me know. ))

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"Yup, that's Nirvash TheEnd! Can only talk to me, though, not sure, seeing as you are a robot... can all robots talk with each other?"

She seems giddy. And really happy right now.

"Everything here's interesting? That sounds like a challenge for me to find something boring and complain!"

She makes a face.

"And trust me, I can."

"You're an organic life form can you talk to all organic life forms?" he asks, though his voice is kind. A lot of his species have very bad kneejerk reactions to questions like that, but he likes organics well enough and knows that sometimes explanations need to be had, "A lot of mechanical life forms like me don't like being called robots because it all just kind of groups us together. I'm Cybertronian, or a transformer. Don't know what your friend is but I can tell he's not from Cybertron."

There are plenty of other mechanical species out there in the universe. More then a lot of organics even realize.

"And I'm sure you'll find something to complain about," he grins suddenly and points to a heavy machine up against the side of his hanger, "If you do and it's not like something super valuable, I'll let you toss it in the Squisher."

"Naahh, and I wouldn't want to. You're right."

Talking to all organic life? No, thanks.

"Nope, not from Cybertron. Where's that?"

She looks through the stuff. She said she'd complain, but for now, she's trying to find anything useful or funny.

"Is that your photo when you were a toddler?"

Or maybe it's just a picture of some smaller robot. She likes to tease.

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"Where's Cybertron? In relation to here?" he actually considers the question for a moment, "Far."

...Look it's the best answer he can come up with and it's technically not completely inaccurate.

He glances over at what she's looking at and laughs, picking up the old scuffed up datapad and brushing some dust off. Some of the shifting boxes must have turned it on. Amazing that it still had a charge to it!

"Haven't seen that in a while!" he puts it back down so she can see if she wants, "That's me, shortly after I was forged. We all kinda look like weird lumpy metal beans with squishy faces before our protoforms take on more mass and settle into something more solid."

Anemone ponders this, then mutters, "I've gotta see other worlds someday. If they're that weird."

"Someday?" he looks down at her with a wry smile, "Why not today? They always say there's no time like the present. You got yourself a PINpoint, yeah?"

"Yeah, got one. But Dewey would forbid me from going anywhere without permission from him-"

"But, hey, he has no idea that Nexus exists. No one in my world knows. Huh, maybe I can tell Dominic someday, if he promises not to tell Dewey. Meanwhile -- Let's go!"

She's getting excited now. Go someplace else completely? Count her in.

"Pfff. Permission. I don't know that guy."

He holds a hand down for her to climb up on. He's always been a serial troublemaker and is perfectly fine getting other people involved too.

"I could take you my world if you want? Give you a tour of the ship. Lots of big guys like me there."

If Misfire were a human man, Anemone would, right now, perhaps kiss or mock kiss him to show her appreciation. As he's not, she just climbs up, grinning. This is all beginning to sound like an escape plan. She thought that's what Nexus might be, but to actually go somewhere even beyond-

Yes!!

Maybe it's all just a dream. She hasn't been here enough to make sure it's not a hallucination. No reason not to go, just because of that, though.

She grins, almost maniacal, and says, "Sure. Take me there."

A place no one she knows has ever heard of. She suddenly wants to see that, to go beyond the life she's forced into.

Misfire is always up for a new adventure and he loves a good quest. And showing some little human from another universe a whole new world certainly counts. He lifts her carefully, mindful of how fragile a human is compared to himself, and deposits her onto his shoulder.

"Your bot over there gonna be okay?"

The girl shows no fear of getting hurt by Misfire or anything like that. In fact, he seems very casual about being lifted like this. As if it wasn't anything dangerous or unusual.

"Let's take TheEnd with us!" Anemone exclaims suddenly.

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