While he had not officially joined their ranks yet, Sir Tristan still considered himself to be a member of the Crystal Guard. Surely his acceptance would be a mere formality. Of course, if he actually knew where their headquarters was, he'd have joined straight away.
So, here he was on the walls, glaring down at the milling mob of moaning, groaning zombies, all trying to reach him. It was almost comical to see them jostling each other, hands outstretched as they reached up as far as they could. But they were all too far below to have any chance. Not unless they piled on top of each other long enough for one of them to reach the wall top.
With that in mind, the young knight walked along the wall, and far below, the mob shifted position to follow his movements.
The engines on the aircraft were remarkably quiet, especially given the incessant high-pitched pinging that it made, echoing off all the surfaces. If he didn't need to use his sonar, he wouldn't have, but he needed to if he was to see where he was going. Sight was especially important when flying - it would be a disaster if he smacked into something, even if he wasn't physically damaged. A wide and tall mass approached but he was flying too high to be worried about hitting it. There was a mess of moving things behind it, and something that also appeared to be moving above it. The blind robot quickly was able to recognize it as the boarder. A twinge of fear sent the plane banking to one side. Once he was over a tall post, he shifted his form into robot mode.
Toothpaste dropped and landed on top of the preach. He went totally silent for a moment. Turning his head in the direction facing the undead horde, he let out a brief, bleating wave of sonar. He had not been mistaken; those horrible things were definitely down there. Quiet again as he turned to face along the path of the wall. Hearing didn't satisfy him, so the ringing came again. The robot was made aware of Tristan there, but without seeing, he didn't know the difference between a real human and a zombie. His pale, eyeless-looking face stared on blankly. Toothpaste just waited for a response, ready to run away if he had to.
Tristan frowned as he heard a strange sound in the air. He glowered as he looked around, his hand reaching for his sword, but he simply froze, and stared in shock when he caught sight of the flying metal creature. What sorcery was this? His shock only increased when the thing turned into what looked like a strange, overly large suit of armor. It had to be armor. Or some kind of golem.
"Is your armor crated by sorcery? Or are you some kind of...golem?" he asked, completely forgetting proper manners in his shock.
His heels made a scrape as he brought one of his legs behind him. A zombie hadn't ever spoken to him yet. Maybe it was safe to assume that wasn't what was in front of him? Even if it wasn't, he didn't want to drop his guard. Toothpaste wasn't exactly the trusting type. His mouth tightened.
"My armor was created by - someone else," The mech had to give pause with his answer, hating to mention the name of the warlord monster who created him out of pure fear.
"But no. There's nothing magic to it," His next utterance had a more nasty tone to it, "I take it you've never met a Transformer?"
Toothpaste was about to mention he was, in fact, a really small member of his race too, but didn't want to remind himself of his inferiority. Shifting his weight around uncomfortably, he turned his head away. He was making a steady retreat away from the groaning, brainless flesh-eaters below him. What on Earth was compelling this guy to stick around? It was obvious the robot was openly afraid, but he was curious enough not to fly away yet.
Jace was late for his rounds. The young man walked up the stone stairs, chomping on some canned peaches he had found. He wasn't worried about zombies. They weren't smart enough to try anything and he severely doubted someone else was out there and alive.
Throwing the can over the edge, he calmly strolled along before coming across a strange scene. An ancient knight and a robot having a staredown. He didn't recognize either of them so he unholstered both of his crossbows and trained them both on the figures. "Halt. Who are you and what are you doing here? This wall is patrolled by Crystal Guard only."
Tristan frowned in thought, completely at a loss. If there was no magic involved with the stranger's armor, what more could it be? But the slightly nasty tone that accompanied the word transformer reminded the young knight of his manners.
"I must ask that you forgive my ill manners. Sir Tristan, at your service. I have never had the honor of meeting one such as yourself," he said, giving the creature a short bow of his head.
"Halt. Who are you and what are you doing here? This wall is patrolled by Crystal Guard only."
Tristan turned, and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, glaring at the newcomer who dared to point a crossbow at him. If he'd had a shield, he'd have attacked the young man where he stood. But, as it was, he couldn't depend on not getting shot in the face, close as the newcomer was. "You dare threaten me, knave? I'll not answer to any man who is coward enough to hide behind a crossbow," he retorted angrily. He might have been more civil if a weapon wasn't pointed straight at him.
The look in his black optics relaxed as he settled on a place to stand. Slightly confused by the respect directed at him, Toothpaste only had to guess he was lucky at least that maybe he wouldn't be annoyed. He didn't appear at ease for long though. The first thing that alerted the mech was sound. Immediately, his sonar switched back on. To him, Jace might as well have appeared out of thin air. He knew that was another human, by now figuring that the undead demons didn't have much of a chance to get on top of the wall. A scowl appeared over his thin lips. The robot didn't feel threatened though. He was at least three times the human's weight, so he wasn't exactly inclined to take his demands. Sure, Toothpaste lacked weapons (as far as he knew), but he was still covered in Cybertronian armor. Given the limitations of his "sight", he hadn't the slightest clue what weapon Jace before Triston said what it was. There might have been risk if the arrow was some super heavy duty metal, so he readied himself to take off, keeping his sonar bleeping so he could see an attack. Inner mechanics whirred as he brought his arms up and folded them over his chest. He made no move that suggested he'd attack though.
"Or what? You're going to shoot me?" The white 'bot scoffed, "For standing on a wall?"
Jace scowled. Did they have no respect for the Guard? Idiots. His face redeemed with rage as the knight literally not only insulted him, hut his mother as well. Jace knew he couldn't fault him for that, but the fourteen-year-old was still going to hate that remark. The robot wouldn't be so easy to take down. Perhaps, if he could hit the eyes?
"Standing on the wall is the job of the Guard. Which, I know to the best of my ability, you both aren't apart of." He relaxed, but only slightly. They both didn't seem to try anything. The knight wouldn't be able to attack and the robot seemed too confident, perhaps waiting until Jace made the first move. "So identify yourselves or leave!"
Sir Tristan's eyes narrowed when the low-born knave continued to threaten him. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, but he remained where he was. As long as he had a crossbow pointed at him, he wouldn't be backing down, or answering any questions, and he couldn't strike the rogue down, either.
"Have you got cloth ears? I'm not answering to any man who dares to threaten me. If you want answers, point your weapons elsewhere!" he growled. "Or is it customary for members of the Guard to threaten those who might consider joining their ranks?"
Either way, he wasn't having any of it. He would answer to Prince Morpheus, not some ill-mannered peasant.
This was really staring to grate the boy's ears. Did this fool know nothing? Jace was naturally a suspicious person and seeing someone on the wall wasn't helping at all. Glaring, his finger tightened on the trigger. "You don't get it, do you?"
Eyes narrowed as Jace started his ranting. "You're trespassing. I don't know where you're from, but here, we protect our places from attack. And considering you're standing on one such place in the middle of the apocalypse, I would suggest backing off."
He took a step back, aiming his weapon higher and right at the knight's head. "How am I supposed to know if you're not part of the Thieves Guild? If you were truly going to join us, you would've come to the temple. Not sneaking around the Walls!"
The robot's black hole eyes widened a bit as he took a deep "breath" in. He shook his head slightly.
"Primus. This is going to be a long day," He muttered flatly.
The irritating pinging of his sonar cut off and he crouched a little bit, feeling for the ground of the tower with his claws. He sat down and hung his legs over the ledge of his preach. Toothpaste just really didn't want to get involved in the school-ground turf war going on a few feet below. He began to place his chin on his hand before he heard the child who was picking fights mention something about a temple. The flying machine was still, wondering if that would be a place he could stay. As much as his introverted loner personalty said otherwise, he didn't like being alone in the open. Although he wasn't convinced he'd get any answers from the riled up boy holding the crossbow.
"You do realize if I wanted to fight I would have? Besides, until you grow some real firearms, I'm not about give in to your threats," The mech stated, "And maybe not everyone knows what you do? Maybe some of us were too busy avoiding those - things."
The white and blue robot's claw strayed toward a tear on his unprotected neck, where a few broken wires and sinewy strands of elastic stuck from. It wasn't going to mend itself, but he couldn't see it so there was little he could do about it himself. All the more reason to look for shelter.
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2013 14:49:13 GMT by Toothpaste