First Trumpeting: At least there isn't a Predacon to trick him this time

[flying_fleabag]

Action A | Outside 623 Topper Street | Open to all

[Silverbolt wakes up. That might actually be something he should dwell on since he's a robot and doesn't exactly sleep, but that is not what is important. What is important is he's in a small wooden crate that is bit cramp. Also, this isn't Cybertron, which is where he expected to come back online at once the Maximals finished their space journey home. Mostly out of sheer habit, he immediately stands up with wings at the ready and takes in his surrounding.

Of course this means he pretty much shatters the dog house he was in to splinters, but that's not important. No, what's important is that has no clue where he is, this isn't prehistoric Earth nor Cybertron, so he might want to start getting information, and quickly.]

Black Arachnia?! Optimus?! Rhinox? Cheetor?

[There's a slight sigh before he continues.]

....Rattrap?

Hrm, they don't seem to be around, nor is my comm working. This is distressing. What could have happened? We had the Predacons defeated when we left...

Maybe I should try some low profile scouting? At least until I figure things out.

Silverbolt! MAXIMIZE!

[Silverbolt actually seems to strike a dramatic pose, expecting something to happen. Which it doesn't. He holds it a moment before he opens his eyes and looks himself over.]

...SILVERBOLT! MAXIMIZE!

[Again, nothing.]

Okay, I think this has gone from distressing to a major problem...

Action B | Around Town | Open to all

[Well, so much for keeping a low profile. Silverbolt has taken to the skies, flying relatively low, but still above the buildings, taking in the surroundings. At first look it seems like a really big hawk, but closer scrutinizing will reveal it has four legs and a wolf head. Actually, stop and stare too long and Silverbolt will dive and land in front of you.]

Excuse me citizen, but perhaps you can help me! Could you tell me what this place is? Or perhaps where it is in relation to Earth or Cybertron? I seem to have been separated from my comrades, and so far have been encountering nothing but strangeness.

[Yeah, a flying wolfhawk is talking to you. In a slightly dramatic, but polite, tone. Typical day in Mayfield, right?]

Phone | Later that evening | Not at all filtered

Greetings citizens of Mayfield! My name is Silverbolt, and it seems I have been captured and trapped here like the rest of you. I am not sure what scoundrel is behind this, but fear not, no matter how bleak things may seem, goodness always prevails!

I may be here without my fellow Maximals, but I promise to do my best to help anyone in trouble as I get to the bottom of this evil scheme!

I'm not sure where to start, but the important thing to remember is to never give up hope! As long your spark is online, you can always keep trying to attain your goals! So worry not, for tomorrow is another bright day!

Comments

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[allwehad]

[Pretty par for the course, actually.

Margot will just... nonchalantly stuff hands into the pockets of her jacket and give this new creature a one-eyed stare.]

Uh... You're in a place called Mayfield, I think it's on Earth, it sucks, and I don't know what or where Cybertron is.

[flying_fleabag]

Hrm, so I am still on Earth then? The civilization and humans here have advanced though... Maybe there was an error in the transwarp drive and I was merely thrown forward in time...

[Silverbolt actually seems to be muttering this to himself, but not really low, just thinking out loud. He looks back to Margot with a smile.]

Oh, but it's alright if you don't know where Cybertron is. Maybe you know the time period this is then? I can assume it isn't any of the prehistoric eras, correct?

Action B | Around Town | Open to all

[pnshandnslv]

[So Barricade was going about his normal routine. He would've easily ignored the talking... flying... canine-ish bird thing... but it's when it mentions Cybertron does he look somewhat confused.

Right. Pretend he knew nothing of it.]

E-excuse me?

[flying_fleabag]

[Don't worry, Silverbolt is just going to assume he's not use to a talking wolfhawk.]

Sorry for startling you, but I woke up this morning to find myself in this strange place. My friends and I were on our way back to Cybertron after finally defeating the Predacons, but this doesn't seem to be there, or the Earth I left.

To be honest, I am not even too sure how this even happened. I don't recall shutting down before this morning...

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[silver_reign]

-Dynamo was practicing teleportation again, trying to get around without his navigation systems. However... he found himself upon the roof of one of the buildings downtown. He would've waved it off, but he noticed a shadow hovering just above him and--

...

What was he looking at?-

[flying_fleabag]

[Roof, street, it's all the same to Silverbolt. Once Silverbolt notices Dynamo there, he flies down to him.]

Excuse me citizen! Can I have a moment of your time?

Option... A!

[originalnumber]

Lucky for you (or perhaps not) Silverbolt, one of your neighbors is in the area.

And heard you quite clearly.

As it is, since he was FLYING home, he saw and heard you easily-

"Aah..." Curious Astral is curious.

"If I may ask... What problem is there?"

[flying_fleabag]

[Honestly, Astral isn't too odd for Silverbolt, so he pretty much has no qualms about conversing with them.]

My ability to transform is not working! I also thought my comm was merely being jammed, but it might be more serious.

I don't understand, if my systems were damaged enough to cause this, I'd be in stasis-lock...

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[chalicejoker]

[Well, of course Hajime was staring at the weird wolf-hawk thing. You don't come from a world with monsters, fight those monsters your entire existence, and not stare at things like that.

...so he was kind of ready for a fight when it took a dive...and a bit thrown when it started speaking to him all polite-like and calling him "citizen." He's just going to straighten up from that combat crouch he went into like nothing happened.]

You've been taken to a place called Mayfield. Strangeness is pretty normal here.

[flying_fleabag]

I...see. And where exactly is this Mayfield? Is it a planet itself, or merely some area on one?

A continent, perhaps?

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[party_hard]

I like the way you think! Everyone here gets so gloomy if you let 'em!

[flying_fleabag]

Yes, I am afraid there are many who seem to have let despair gain hold in their hearts, but I hope through example I can show them that things are not as depressing as they assume!

Hopefully by helping others, I can inspire others to do the same, or start to see that there is good, even here.

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[bailedontheempire]

[Bail doesn't find the sight terribly unusual. There were, after all, many species in the Senate.]

This planet is apparently called Earth. I'm afraid it seems to be pre-spaceflight, so it's difficult to say about Cybertron.

[flying_fleabag]

[Silverbolt brightens for a moment.]

So I am still on Earth? Then maybe it was just an problem with the transwarp drive. The civilization and evolved humans would suggest thousands of years later than when we left though.

...Although this might mean my fellow Maximals are scattered across time.

Action B

[photonicfighter]

[There's a rather purple-looking lady in silver-white armor out on her daily jog, and she's rapidly coming to realize that there's something flying over her. Which is really starting to weird her out, because shadows that large swooping overhead have been, in her GUARDIANS experience, things that tend to want to cause her harm.

When it finally comes swooping in she stops short, exclaims in shock, and hauls her photon saber out from apparently nowhere. One moment her hand is empty, the next it has a glowy-green sword in it, brandished defensively.]

W-what?

[Oh. It's not attacking?]

This... this is Mayfield. Which is a town on Earth... although it's probably a simulation of a town on Earth. You're new... aren't you?

[flying_fleabag]

[Silverbolt jumps back and ready to defend himself, when Dakki pulls out the weapon. When he realizes that was merely a reaction to being startled and is not going to attack, he relaxes.]

I'm sorry for startling you, dear lady, I merely needed to ask some questions about my surroundings.

And yes, I just recently woke up this morning at a house nearby...

What do you mean by a simulation of a town?

Action A

[nyanpire]

[Nyanpire was just skipping along, minding his own business when CRACK and SPLINTER and LOTS OF SHOUTING! Someone was TOTALLY totalling that doghouse! Someone was WAY TOO HUGE for it!]

Nyaaaaaaaa!!!

[Maybe he'll notice the tiny black cat freaking out on the sidewalk. Maybe he won't. But that tiny black cat is certainly there, trying to decide if this is a thing that needs to be run from or not.]

[flying_fleabag]

[Worrying about a problem can wait, that sounds like someone is in danger! Silverbolt's keen hearing helps him locate the source quickly, spotting the small black cat on the sidewalk. In one bound he is in front of Nyanpire.]

Fear not, my tiny feline friend! I am here to help! Now, what is the problem?!

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[shadowflashkick]

-There's a shadow following him... or it's just his imagination. He finally looks up to see what the cause of it is and narrows his eyes. This was... interesting. Maybe if he just ignored it, it would go away.-

[flying_fleabag]

[Nope! Seeing you notice him brings Silverbolt down to say hello!]

Excuse me sir! May I ask you some questions about this place?

[Phone]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Maxa-what nows?

[flying_fleabag]

The Maximals, my fellow comrades in arms! Before I found myself here, we had finally obtain victory over our enemies and were planning on bringing back our captive back to Cybertron to stand trial.

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[adropofjupiter]

[A teenage girl on a broom just buzzed you, Silverbolt. On purpose.

She grazed so close, he could probably feel the edges of her skirt brush his fur as she went under his wing. And there was some laughter floating back toward him.]

[flying_fleabag]

[Silverbolt pulls up short and hovers in the air, flapping his wings to keep him a loft as he tries to figure what he just saw.

As far as he knows, he never knew humans to be able to fly on brooms, but then again, this isn't exactly where he was before...

He then realizes that he could actually ask the person questions and as such takes off after her, trying his best call out.]

Wait miss! I need to ask you some questions if you can spare a moment!!

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[begintheoperation]

[Fran blinks, but otherwise doesn't seem at all surprised about the odd creature addressing her. She still looks like a normal 16 year old girl, having not yet regained her normal features yet.]

This town is called Mayfield~ I'm new here, but I presume it is some sort of social experiment that the lot of us have been kidnapped and thrust into~ There certainly is a varied pool of subjects, so I can't quite tell what the point of the project is supposed to be~

[flying_fleabag]

Kidnap?! But if they did, why are we free to roam this town? I have yet to see anyone try to stop me since arriving here...