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[Velocity just smiles at him as best she can] It's okay to cry. [She says it earnestly. She has to be sort of person she'd needed, once] Nobody is going to feel bad that you're upset, not here. You aren't letting anybody down. Let it out.

[She shifts again and very slowly and carefully lays one hand on the floor beside Donnie, palm up, with her index finger curled to rest ever so slightly against Donnie. The closest she can come to giving him a hug]

[He hates crying. Calling him out on it just breaks down the hasty dam he keeps trying to build up as the tears flow freely then. He scrubs a sleeve against his eyes in a futile effort to soak them up, but they just keep coming and everything's soggy and he totally blames being off balance with everything. Stupid body swaps. Stupid robots. Stupid feelings.

The cool metal doesn't startle him at least. It's simultaneously comforting as it is kind of depressing, but Velocity's there and no one else is. She's been listening and trying to help him even after everything. He leans into that finger, sobbing.]

Oh? Dare I ask what you have planned?

[If he's even remotely like her own sciences, he can and will talk her ears off bout this, and she doesn't see the harm in it.]

True, that. [She'll circle back to the shell talk in a bit. For now, she settles in to listen to him.]

[Not knowing what else to do, Velocity does what she used to do for Nautica on the only occasion she remembered her friend crying, and eased out her vents in a rhythm until her spark slowly starts to fall into sync as well, whirling in time with Donnie's sobs. She doesn't think an organic will necessarily get the same thing out of it, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't try]

I'm here, [she says, because she knows that crying in silence is something even worse. And it's true, anyway. She's going to stay right until he no longer wants her to] I'm with you, and I'm not going anywhere.

Well...I'm thinking of making her specialized more for recon and support. Might have to find a better metal for reinforcement in that case. Same for my battle shell, titanium isn't going to cut it here.

[Not that it had done much against the Shredder... Donnie shudders, huffing out a sigh as he pulls his focus back to the recharging drone.]

Better sensory arrays, perhaps a booster for signal encryptions and scrambling, but of course I can't leave her defenseless. I'll have to look into laser options and other projectiles.

[He does love his lasers.]

[Crying at his brothers is out of the question. If this whole thing ever came up, Donnie would staunchly deny it, definitely some other Donnie who was bawling his eyes out because it felt like he was just falling apart and he just didn't know what to do about it.

There's something soothing about the sound, or the sensation, a confirmation to Velocity's words when she speaks up again. Someone's here with him. That's really all that matters right then.

His sobbing doesn't really stop, but they do eventually lessen. Crying is tiring, everything just feeling three times as exhausting and wet and gross. Velocity's finger is the only thing supporting him now, the turtle curled against it, long having given up on trying to wipe his face off.]

I would recommend a sturdier metal for both, yes. [She doesn't even blink; she recalls him testing a battle shell, once, and the name is suggestive enough that she can piece things together.

She likes him well enough she'd rather he not end up a smear.] Perhaps some Cybertronian alloy? Between those here and your intellect, something could be found?

[It's a deliberate question on her end. She could give him all the answers, but she'd rather see if this teenager is as capable as she knows him to be.

She leans in, optics alight with interest.] Laser options? Other projectiles

True, Cybertronian alloy does seem durable. Is...that what it's called? I've never really been able to study it. Maybe I'd be able to just make some if I knew how it was structured, but that might be tricky if the components it breaks down into aren't common.

[He leans a hip against the worktable, head tilted in thought.]

Missiles maybe. Probably shouldn't overload her though if she's supposed to be fast.

No, it's known by many different names, but it all derived from Cybertronian metals

[Esme cocks her head with a thoughtful hum.]

It may be possible to add some subspace into her? I'm admittedly no expert on such matters.

Huh. Well, I suppose that makes sense. And further complicates things to just make it from scratch than reshape preexisting pieces into something else.

[He sighs.]

Oh, that would be amazing!! Unfortunately no one I've spoken to has been able to explain how subspaces actually work. I mean, it sounds like some kind of pocket dimension, but that would still have to exist...somewhere, right?

True. But I have faith in you and can keep my optics out for any I might recognise.

[She doesn't mind doing that for the child.

The question about subspace is expected, but how to best explain it when Trickdiamond isn't here to info dump on her pet science topic.]

My understanding of the sciences behind it is limited to what is true in my universe and how we think it came to be, but I believe you would be correct in the assumption that it connects to something. I have my naginata in it, and I know of people who are able to accesses another's subspace pockets.

[He whips around, eyes bright.]

You use a naginata?!? Ohhhmygosh I've always wanted to- well, I mean, I figure it's basically the next step up from a bō, right? Actually I've been working on something-

[He practically leaps over his own worktable to get to computer that dominates much of the adjacent wall from it, fingers flying over the console as he pulls up onscreen specs.]

I don't know many people who use staves or the like in general, swords are kind of overrated and guns while useful and all, don't have the same sort of finesse...

But here, I've been working on a new attachment to my tech-bō. I got the idea from Cal's weapon- he has a lightsaber that emits a plasma blade, so if I can just get it configured right...except the shape wouldn't necessarily be as narrow and ideal as a naginata, I think the energy's consistently rotated through its emitter which is what keeps the form....

I do, yes. Do you wish to see it?

[She squints at the screen with a small hum of thought.]

Impressive. Based on the material makeup of the blade itself, you'd be looking for more of a cutting than something to batter or kook or otherwise forcibly manoeuvre the foe with?

Yesplease!

[Bouncing!!!]

Ah... Well, I must admit, implementing such a blade wouldn't be very fair against normal weaponry.

...and I haven't really actually used a blade much before...

[A glance around at the space on offer that isn't taken up by Donnie's modifications, then Esmeryl stands and is soon back in her rootmode. With a graceful flourish and a flash of light, the naginata is summoned, and then she's soon sitting seiza style, weapon resting across her lap.

It's as somewhat bigger as she is -42' long in total- It is a deceptively simple looking weapon; something more for the common foot soldier or grunt than befits someone like Esme. But, closer inspection will reveal a plethora of ornate and subtle details.

The edge of the blade is extremely sharp, but she also expects Donnie not to touch said edge.

She smiles down at him.] Do not concern yourself with what is 'fair' in a fight. You wish to win, do you not?

[Fair? in a fight? Sounds like something to be exploited.]

I was brought online with this weapon and I have faced and won against my darling with it. [She sounds so smug about that despite the kind smile.] Should you wish it, I am amenable to teaching you the art of bladed polearms.

[He hasn't had many guests as tall as Esmeryl, but he's always been mindful to leave the front area of his room open to at least allow a Cybertronian comfortable entry. It's always impressive to watch them transform, and it's the first time he's watched one go from an animal form into something humanoid. Ah, but that weapon..!]

Ohhhh it's beautiful....

[He activates his battle shell, zipping over closer to her like a tiny bug, circling around the haft of the weapon as he goes up and up, taking in the details...and taking pictures. He keeps a careful distance from the blade's edge once he gets high enough, flying up to its tip. Then he drifts back down closer to where Esmeryl's hand holds the weapon itself, looking back up along its length. Already he's considering designs and mentally reworking them.

It takes a moment before he looks to Esmeryl herself as her offer sinks in.]

Really?? Oh, I'd love that!

Thank you.

[She adores it. It really is the best weapon after teeth and claws.]

Indeed. The first lesson will be fashioning yourself a wooden naginata to start with.

[She's more than happy for him to think this is for safety reasons, and not because she doesn't want Autobots or those with stricter pesky morals coming after her if one of the organics ends up hurt on her watch.

Idiots. He's more than old enough to know basic weapon safety.]

And, before I forget, perhaps now might be good time to collect a sample of my colour changing paints, too?

A wooden... [He only looks briefly disappointed. A practice weapon makes sense, even though his father hadn't really hesitated in giving them the real deal when they were children. Now that he thinks about it, Donnie's amazed they hadn't accidentally lopped off any fingers or something with Leo's sword.

He looks up at Esmeryl's again, but it's a bit hard to really eyeball measurements when she's sitting.]

What's the ratio of blade to haft and that compared to your height?

-Oh! Right!

[Almost forgot about that!]

(( During the Mall Heist... ))

you're at the mall rn??? steal me some rollerskates and i'll let you look at the weapons plans i found!! there are also blueprints for a robot dog

Affirmative.

Skates? What size are you- wait no, never mind, I have that on file.

[Although he doubts there are any that would really fit those chonky feet but that's what magical transmutations are for.]

Weapons? Wait, what store did you find those in? Are you trying to make an army of robo-dogs?

[ He has normal size feet under the boots okay! He doesn't even question that Donnie has his sizes noted down. ]

i found them in sara's office. upstairs.

an entire army wouldn't be good, i would never have the time to properly give each the attention and love it deserves.

i just think more people should have dogs.

HOWEVER! i think i should have an army's worth of weapons for me.

Sara...? Oh. So not the mall proper. Still have to wonder about the weapons but this place has practically everything so why not, right?

This is true, it would be far too difficult to maintain an army of such and I doubt they would be as good as Treble in any case.

One can never have enough weapons.

never!
anyways i have to go now. need to put a head in a bag. we'll do the trade off on the way home.

Okay, guess I'll

Wait what

found a head on a shelf. gotta put it in a bag.

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