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    Jazz

    PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE

    It was strange. Last he knew he was literally being torn into two pieces and then ressurected somehow, but now he was... here. On four legs. Completely covered in armor. Yeah, in any other situation he wouldn't complain about the armour- but it wasn't his. Well, technically it belonged to him but it wasn't a part of him like it had been before. Now it just rested on his shoulders, protecting him. Shifting around uncomfortably on his back. Making godawful screeching sounds as it rubbed against the other plates.


    Each time it caused him to wince, in the end he just lay down, resting his large, metal-covered head on his paws as he closed his eyes and waited. Surely someone would find him? Optimus, Bumblebee- He hadn't seen any of them for years, Did they even remember him?

    "Speech."

    foggedperspective hated the fact that he had to do the damn boy's job for him, checking the borders for newcomers, welcoming them, doing other bullshit. when could they go into a fight? that's when the real action would start. yet, here he was, patrolling the borders for newcomers. what fun. trudging along the border with boredom, he suddenly heard a loud screeching nose, like metal rubbing together. pinning his ears to his skin in slight pain, he grunted. "what the fuck?" he mumbled to himself, padding over to the source of the noise. and there lay a full piece of armor. hesitant for a moment, the boy prodded the stranger's side. "anyone in there?"


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    Jazz

    PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE

    There was an odd sensation in his side, and then someone asked if there was anyone in his armour. Instead of answering he stretched himself out before standing to his full height. He seemed to stand up to about 10 feet or more. which was odd because he was usually taller but he wouldn't dwell on that. His silver armour shone, panels sliding against each other as he shifted to stare down at the being. "Name's Jazz, what's poppin'?" He chuckled, his laugh rumbly and loud.

    "Speech."

    Jerseyboy, upon seeing Mike (or whatever his name was now) inspecting a silvery being, found himself making his way over towards the odd scene. What the hell was that thing? The tuxedo only took a step back when the creature rose to its full height, and damn, was it tall. "Ey look, it's a walkin'-talkin' bucket a' bolts." The deputy snorted, flicking an ear. Jazz was his name? Like jazz music? Huh.


    "Well, we oughta' ask you the same thing. You gotta' reason for bein' here or are you just gonna make us guess?" His tone wasn't flat-out sharp, but it was somewhat impatient. Still, it was rather lightened with amusement as he studied the features of the metallic being. Jesus, what the fuck had happened to this guy? Or maybe he was some sort of robot-thing. Either way, he was crazy-looking.




    The ear piercing sound of metal scraping against itself was enough to catch the easily distraction attention of a nearby direwolf. Quickly padding in the direction of the commotion, Sylvina would happen upon the scene just as the newcomer began to stir into his full posture. “Shit, you’re tall.” She’d proclaim as crimson hued optics scanned the metallic covered creature.


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    I'VE FALLEN AND I CHOOSE NOT TO GET UP —

    Well, Nicklaus could barely hear a damned thing as it was so he didn't really hear the screeching sound of the armor. Instead, he was able to pick up what sounded like his clanmates speaking? Something like that. They could be screaming for all he knew. Sighing, and realizing it was probably time to clean his ears again, the old canine slowly (very) rose to his paws to make his way over to the sound. Upon reaching the others, he widened his eyes at the scene. What appeared to be a massive tin can was standing before them, supposedly named Jazz? Well at least he seemed to be a jolly fellow. With an impatient huff, the old grump waited to see how Jazz would respond to Jersey's question.

    — Tavi was the next creature to arrive, spotting the huge hunk of armor. Holy space-cheese balls, that was a lot of armor. That was stuff she could have used escaping the fire her family was stuck in. That was, if the armor was fire-proof.


    "Uh...hey there, Jazz. M'name is Tavi, it's a pleasure to meet you!" she yapped, her tail wagging back and forth steadily as she awaited an answer to Jerseyboy's question.