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[buckethelm]

[ Megatron is a 35-foot-tall robot covered in spiked armour with glowing red eyes, first and foremost, but right now he is also technically a tourist and a kidnappee. It's a fairly new situation to him, given how hard it is to get someone like him to go anywhere they don't particularly want to go. This probably explains the slightly puzzled look on his face.

Those unfortunate enough to be close by will hear heavy, metallic footsteps wandering around the apartment district. He's trying to familiarise himself by exploring, but it's a little awkward when you take up most of the street. ]

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[diediediediediedie]

[The one good thing about being here is that nobody seems to be able to catch Peridot when she flies away from them. Not that she's felt well enough to do that for the last few days, but it's been a nice assurance.

...Guess THAT sure isn't true anymore. Megatron is likely to hear helicopter noises and a sharp startled gasp by his head. Always look before you fly around buildings.]

[buckethelm]

[ That's a very familiar noise to him, even if the decibel level is lower. Megatron hurriedly turns to look, only confirming that it's not who he thought it was. Still a good opportunity to get some information, though.

He sweeps up his left palm and holds it in front of her, trying to block her path with minimal effort. ]

[diediediediediedie]

[UP.

GO UP.

Peridot lets out a little shriek and adjusts her direction to go over his hand. Quickly. Very VERY quickly.]

[buckethelm]

Not so fast!

[ He misses the first time, because she's quick and small, but a moment later he makes a wild swipe at her with his claws - like anyone might try to catch an insect. ]

I require answers.

[diediediediediedie]

[That wild swipe creates wind and that wind causes her to lose control of her fingers, sending her flying upward and then plummeting to the ground.

If Megatron wants answers, he'll have to make sure she doesn't die.]

[buckethelm]

[ Gladly! His hand shoots out again, and this time, his claws will close around her like a cage. It'll be a sudden stop, but not so sudden as to break anything. He's surprisingly good at the whole momentum thing. Probably because jet mode. ]

Now. Are we settled comfortably? [ hello, giant robot face. ] It would be wise to cooperate.

[diediediediediedie]

[There's JUST enough room for her to stand up, and she does. She's been captured, but dammit she can retain the little tiny bit dignity she has left.]

Oh...Fine. I am a Peridot of the Gem army. I'll answer your questions to the best of my ability.

[buckethelm]

[ Since she was so courteous as to offer an introduction and totally not because military formality is way more familiar to him, Megatron deigns to do the same. ]

Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticon army. I want to know precisely everything. But I will settle for the basics. And then perhaps I will allow you to go on your way. It seems you have caught me in an interesting mood.

[diediediediediedie]

[He certainly looks like a leader. Nothing like Jasper but a touch like Yellow Diamond...It puts her at ease, strangely. This is common footing.]

You are trapped in the town of Freesia. Whatever powers you had have been stripped from you in place of something else on a sliding scale of powerful to, ugh, completely useless.

[can you tell which end of the spectrum she landed on go ahead guess]

We've been tasked with destroying shadow monsters called the Nox as I'm sure you're aware, but you can also join them if you want.

[buckethelm]

I won't be joining anyone. And I will be doing everything in my power to escape this city.

I do, however, welcome a challenge.

[ Megatron unfolds his claws and tilts his wrist, giving her a flat and open surface to stand on. ]

You have been most educational, Peridot.

[diediediediediedie]

If you figure out how to get out I beg you to tell me. This place has been nothing but nonsense since I arrived and I have very important work to get back to.

[She stands up fully, and nods her head in something of a bow.]

Er...as do you, I'd guess. Thank you, Lord Megatron.

[Can she go? She doesn't want to leave unless she knows for sure she's been dismissed.]

[buckethelm]

It seems we are in similar minds about our kidnapping.

[ Yes, her attitude is reassuringly familiar. Megatron feels quite at home dismissing her, faction differences notwithstanding. ]

Don't hesitate to find me if you have anything to exchange in future. Perhaps there are things we may offer each other, once I am more grounded.