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Hi, everyone! My name is Riptide, and welcome to what I, personally, have come to lovingly call Jack-- er... to be named!
[he's speaking very quietly, despite the enthusiasm and astute viewers may note that he's in the observation deck, crouched in a corner.]
Today's episode is focused on how long I can record Tailgate and Megatron doing something embarrassing before they notice! You'd be surprised how often this happens, despite the weird weary old man image Megatron has going. Anyway, let's see...
[the camera angle is skewed slightly as he leans over out from his little hiding place. it doesn't take too long to refocus on the odd pair sitting a little way across the deck and level out.]
Oh!
[Tailgate can’t suppress a giggle as his hands tingle.]
That tickles!
[How they came to be here is anyone’s guess, but the feed opens up to Tailgate and Megatron on the observation deck. This in itself isn’t particularly interesting or unusual, but what stands out is that they seem to be holding hands. Their sheer size difference, Megatron being the great dane to Tailgate’s chihuahua, makes this setup a little awkward. Even while crouching, Megatron completely dwarfs Tailgate in every way possible. However, Tailgate doesn’t seem to mind.]
Did that say… um… The Lost Light is… no I lost it.
Landing. The word is landing. The verbs tend to feel like this-
[His fingers, interlaced with Tailgate’s, shift slightly, lightly pushing on the small wrist of the Autobot’s hand to repeat the word. He then begins to repeat the sentence contained within the gesture.]
Landing on....
[His thumbs move over, the right hand shifting to a position nearly enclosing Tailgate’s hand entirely. His movements are slow and deliberate. Even someone Tailgate’s size was easier to speak hand with than Ravage’s paws, but since the Autobot was learning, he exaggerated each word.]
Landing on… Cybertron! Er, right?
Okay, now it’s my turn. Hmm...
[His brow furrows with concentration. This isn’t the first time Tailgate’s done this sort of thing, he used to do it with Getaway from time to time, but he finds it a little harder with Megatron’s hands so enormously big. Though unseen by the camera, Tailgate shifts his hands and fingers so he can, haltingly, send his own message.
You are my fusspot.
And with that he beams up at Megatron, obviously pleased with himself.]
Did I get that right? I hope I said that you were my friend and not that you were my most hated enemy or something. Though, I guess as an Autobot that’s technically true.
[The tug at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggest otherwise. If Tailgate pays attention enough - he may notice he almost prompted a smile.]
No, you would save that word for someone you find more… irritating. This is what you want.
[His hands shift again. The motions were nearly identical - save for the last word - which he corrects.]
Ah! Friendship tickles.
[Tailgate focuses on that word, memorising everything about it. It is, after all, the most important word in his vocabulary. He repeats it back to Megatron again, properly this time.]
[Megatron’s hands stop. The ease from his face leaves as something catches his attention, mouth narrowing into a thin frown. He looks up directly at the camera.]
...Ah.
[listen hard enough and you'll pinpoint the exact moment riptide accepts his death.]
[he's speaking very quietly, despite the enthusiasm and astute viewers may note that he's in the observation deck, crouched in a corner.]
Today's episode is focused on how long I can record Tailgate and Megatron doing something embarrassing before they notice! You'd be surprised how often this happens, despite the weird weary old man image Megatron has going. Anyway, let's see...
[the camera angle is skewed slightly as he leans over out from his little hiding place. it doesn't take too long to refocus on the odd pair sitting a little way across the deck and level out.]
Oh!
[Tailgate can’t suppress a giggle as his hands tingle.]
That tickles!
[How they came to be here is anyone’s guess, but the feed opens up to Tailgate and Megatron on the observation deck. This in itself isn’t particularly interesting or unusual, but what stands out is that they seem to be holding hands. Their sheer size difference, Megatron being the great dane to Tailgate’s chihuahua, makes this setup a little awkward. Even while crouching, Megatron completely dwarfs Tailgate in every way possible. However, Tailgate doesn’t seem to mind.]
Did that say… um… The Lost Light is… no I lost it.
Landing. The word is landing. The verbs tend to feel like this-
[His fingers, interlaced with Tailgate’s, shift slightly, lightly pushing on the small wrist of the Autobot’s hand to repeat the word. He then begins to repeat the sentence contained within the gesture.]
Landing on....
[His thumbs move over, the right hand shifting to a position nearly enclosing Tailgate’s hand entirely. His movements are slow and deliberate. Even someone Tailgate’s size was easier to speak hand with than Ravage’s paws, but since the Autobot was learning, he exaggerated each word.]
Landing on… Cybertron! Er, right?
Okay, now it’s my turn. Hmm...
[His brow furrows with concentration. This isn’t the first time Tailgate’s done this sort of thing, he used to do it with Getaway from time to time, but he finds it a little harder with Megatron’s hands so enormously big. Though unseen by the camera, Tailgate shifts his hands and fingers so he can, haltingly, send his own message.
You are my fusspot.
And with that he beams up at Megatron, obviously pleased with himself.]
Did I get that right? I hope I said that you were my friend and not that you were my most hated enemy or something. Though, I guess as an Autobot that’s technically true.
[The tug at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggest otherwise. If Tailgate pays attention enough - he may notice he almost prompted a smile.]
No, you would save that word for someone you find more… irritating. This is what you want.
[His hands shift again. The motions were nearly identical - save for the last word - which he corrects.]
Ah! Friendship tickles.
[Tailgate focuses on that word, memorising everything about it. It is, after all, the most important word in his vocabulary. He repeats it back to Megatron again, properly this time.]
[Megatron’s hands stop. The ease from his face leaves as something catches his attention, mouth narrowing into a thin frown. He looks up directly at the camera.]
...Ah.
[listen hard enough and you'll pinpoint the exact moment riptide accepts his death.]
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We may need to get you some kind of gauntlet so that you can transmit electrical pulses... But there is no harm in starting to learn to get a feel for it.
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[Because if they can, that'd be news to him.]
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[Thaaaaaat's probably a no.]
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Neurocircuitry. Electrical lines in our bodies that allows us to feel. They work with the pulses I mentioned earlier.
You will need them if you want to speak back.
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I don't think I can do that part.
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But perhaps you can with some special equipment.
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