[The incoming storm was a palpable pressure on his sensors, a tingling electromagnetic itch that he had no way to scratch. Even without the dire predictions of the city's meteorologists, he would have known this was going to be a big one-- and like a caged animal in a zoo, it made him restless.
When he was restless, he drove.
Just as palpable as the storm about to break was the atmosphere of-- of altruism permeating the city. In his alt mode he cruised, his powerful engine rumbling and his sleek red paintjob gleaming in the fitful spurts of early rain. (He was very careful to obey local traffic laws and steer clear of the GroundTram cars still hurrying to and fro, carrying residents running last-minute errands or seeking shelter.) It seemed like everywhere he looked he could see organics in little groups, hard at work preparing the city while he rolled slowly past and observed.
Perhaps it was that priming that spurred him to act instead of ignore when he heard the cry. (Or perhaps this place was getting to him.) It wasn't hard to pinpoint the source, and he was already transforming fluidly from alt mode to root mood as he veered off the road and over to the residence. He positioned himself under the dangling organic-- human?-- and held up his clawed hands, cupped together.] Go ahead and drop. [His voice is deep.] I'll catch you. [He may not be as tall as he used to be-- don't let it get to you, Knock Out, not right now-- but he's still got more than enough height to help out.]
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When he was restless, he drove.
Just as palpable as the storm about to break was the atmosphere of-- of altruism permeating the city. In his alt mode he cruised, his powerful engine rumbling and his sleek red paintjob gleaming in the fitful spurts of early rain. (He was very careful to obey local traffic laws and steer clear of the GroundTram cars still hurrying to and fro, carrying residents running last-minute errands or seeking shelter.) It seemed like everywhere he looked he could see organics in little groups, hard at work preparing the city while he rolled slowly past and observed.
Perhaps it was that priming that spurred him to act instead of ignore when he heard the cry. (Or perhaps this place was getting to him.) It wasn't hard to pinpoint the source, and he was already transforming fluidly from alt mode to root mood as he veered off the road and over to the residence. He positioned himself under the dangling organic-- human?-- and held up his clawed hands, cupped together.] Go ahead and drop. [His voice is deep.] I'll catch you. [He may not be as tall as he used to be-- don't let it get to you, Knock Out, not right now-- but he's still got more than enough height to help out.]