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[anachronism-hunter]

Side Walk Chalk

[anachronism-hunter]

athenafire‌

   An odd fellow. His frame type was a flier, but an old design, from long before the war. Spindly, with eight wings folded over a ring on his back, keeping it safe from harm. He bore no insignia, as, in his time, there was no divide. Each feature carved with the specific purpose of looking as least threatening as possible. The old mech looked to Hunter, then to Prowl, waiting for approval to interact with his sparkling, careful to tiptoe around the situation.

   For his words, he thought carefully. Translating from his vernacular, to one both of them would understand. “I would love to, little one.” the mech squat down, taking to knee. “What are you drawing?” he observed the flowers with a smile.

“A field” answered Hunter happily.  He brought himself up on one knee, his arms and head still as far down as they could go, he didn’t want to disturb his concentration on getting his picture right. “There are stories Momo and Owl tell me about Praxis and that they have these fields of crystal flowers!”  Hunter continued with his doodles and he glanced up to the adult that wanted to join him.  “What are you going to draw?”

[anachronism-hunter]

athenafire‌

   “Believe it or not, barrel racing.” she waved her hand in a figure eight. “It’s more about turning power than speed. Well, it’s important to go fast but you can’t touch the barrels.” Meredith thought back on how dumb it was, before realizing Hunter had no context. “Uh, he’s a Draft, Big, beautiful, lots of feathering on that boy.”

   She leaned back, gazing up at the plastic glow in the dark stars she had put up. Meredith had a lot of dumb ideas, but when she put her mind to something, nothing, not even she, could stop herself. “He… man. If you ever thing I’m aggressive, Duke was worse. He didn’t like people, good reason. I imagine those jerks on the ark are having the worst time with him.”

Hunter had to take a moment to figure out what Draft meant in this context.  They had learned about the military draft before the Autobots and Decepticons really started fighting how pretty much every one who stayed on Cybertron after the mass exodus was drafted to either one side other.  Sometimes if depended on what one believed and sometimes it was whoever annexed your land.

Feathering??? the action of varying the angle of propellers, rotor blades, or oars so as to reduce air or water resistance.  That would definitely make for going fast! Hunter hummed thinking, unsure what to ask Meredith first, he had questions, almost a never ending line of them.  “If Duke doesn’t like people then why did he get on the ark?  Aren’t there a lot of people there?”

[anachronism-hunter]

Todays a half day at school for Hunter and he couldn’t be happier!  This is the last day of school before a two-week long summer intersession!  He’s excited to go on vacation to Praxus with Owl and Momo.  And Mer.  Because she lives in the closet.

THey’re not really learning anything at school today, just arts and crafts and watching movies, not much to do on a half day.  He can’t wait they promised they could leave for Praxis as soon as Momo got home from work!

[anachronism-hunter]

Side Walk Chalk

He had a full tank and no homework!  Grainger was lazing at the end of the ramp tired out from the game of catch that they had played earlier with Owl.  Summer vacation was only a few days away and Owl had promised soon they would go to Praxis!  He had heard so many stories and he couldn’t wait to see the city for himself!

He doodled on the tarmac of the ship yard where the Death’s Head had been parked for as long as he could remember.  He had decorated the tarmac in various designs over the course of his young life, anything from pictures of suns and moons to family portraits of his carrier and brother.  Today was flowers and names written in fancy font filled with different colors and patterns.  

It wasn’t often another joined them on tarmac so close to the ship.  They were kind of far away from the city of Kaon so anyone walking out here was rare.  So to see a shadow over him as he sat on the ground, he looked up then to his carrier who had long before seen their guest had even gotten close to him, Prowl nodded to him.  Prowl had looked up from what he was reading the second he had seen someone come onto the shipyard. 

“Hi!  I’m Hunter!  Want to draw with me?  I have extra chalk!”

[anachronism-hunter]

screechingtires‌:

When Hunter didn’t have any other questions, Smokescreen consider it a success. And maybe after he reached his adult frame he would explain the real reason why they kept the humans unaware of their presence.

In the mean time he was more than happy to talk about Earth. “It’s pretty diverse. Like there is so much life on it that it makes the planet seem much bigger than what it is. The weather is pretty nice too. Their rain? It’s only water and not acidic at all!”

“Woah!  Really?” asked Hunter excited to hear of such a phenomenon.  “That's so cool!  So it's like the wash racks?  Does it fall warm like in wash racks?” ashed Hunter.  He wanted to know anything and everything he possibly could about earth from his brother and he was excited to have this little Q&A session with him.  Hunter could easily sit here and spend the next few hours asking Smokescreen questions about earth.

[rules-and-protocol]

Papa où t'es

“Are you ready to talk about my Sire now?” asked Hunter as he hops into the berth in his room. His carrier sat down on his berth near his peds.  It was bedtime and Hunter needed his sleep before he went to school tomorrow.

Prowl sat down wondering how smart it really was to talk about this and if he was even ready at all.  “Yes, my spark, I’m ready to talk about him. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready before.  What would you like to know?”

“Where is he?  Why isn’t he here?  Who is he?” asked Hunter the questions didn’t seem to stop and Prowl only smiled sadly before making himself comfortable next to Hunter on his bed.  To get ready for a rather long story.

“Why don’t we start here:  Your Sires name is Lockdown, he passed away before you were born.  He was a good mech.  He cared about you so much, and I bet he’s watching you from the well of all sparks now.  He would have been so proud of you Hunter.”

“Really?”

“Yes my spark, he was more excited to meet you than anyone else was.”  Prowl placed a light peck on Hunters helm crest.

“How did you two meet?” asked Hunter softly.

“Well, that’s a bit more of a complicated story, your Sire during the war was a bounty hunter…

[anachronism-hunter]

autobotwheelie‌

“Sure. We’re going to the park.”

Wheelie then winked at Hunter.

“And some fun bonus stuff.”

If he could sneak Hunter on a mission, it would really give the kid a story to tell!

“Fun bonus stuff?” repeated Hunter.  That drew his attention.  Hunter had already been prompted to run his security checks as Owl had begun calling them so he was ready to go.  “What kind of fun bonus stuff?”  

[anachronism-hunter]

autobotwheelie replied to your post “So there is apparently this holiday called Sire’s day and I only have...”

What's up, Kiddo?

“Well at school we made Sire’s day cards all day, but I don’t really have anyone to give a card to.  But all the other sparklings in my class my do.  My teacher says all sparklings like me have Sires.  So where is mine?”

[anachronism-hunter]

electricwhiplash‌

“Oh! Okay, alright, yeah, no, nope that’s not happening,” she placed the bottle down on the nearby table and moved the little sparkling, one servo under his head, to perch him on her shoulder, “You don’t have to be hungry, you can just hang out here and we’ll bounce you a little bit,” Whiplash began to walk back and forth in a line, patting the sparkling’s back with a slight bit of bounce in her step. This usually worked well with sparklings. For whatever reason, they wanted to look around and soak in the world around them at every instant. To be honest, she couldn’t blame them. The world was full of strange, new captivating things, and it was only natural he’d be curious. Maybe not seeing her face wouldn’t cause him to worry about the person who was holding him, just the how, why, or what was happening.

Hunter calmed when the bottle wasn’t being shoved into his personal space, He wanted his carrier, his carrier fed him or no one fed him. His rules were simple when followed and if the adults could ever figure it out.  Yet for some reason his Carrier left him to fuel with these-not strangers but not Carrier people.  His tears stopped the moment the femme had perched him on her shoulder.  It was different than the way his carrier did it.  There was less there to hold on to. No tire to play with and no doors to pat with his tiny servos to see the wings move.  He really liked the femme patting his back between his own door wings and the slight bouncing.  

The nurse was finally done changing the sheets for the sparklings medical bed. “Alright his beds all set, is there anything else I can do while I’m here?  Any concerns you might have?”  If the other had no concerns she was going to leave and attend to others on the floor. There were other sparklings that needed care but none of them were urgent at the moment.

[anachronism-hunter]

So there is apparently this holiday called Sire’s day and I only have Owl so...

I have questions.

[anachronism-hunter]

screechingtires‌

Smokescreen opened his mouth to reply but then paused. Should he be honest and tell his younger brother not everyone was nice? Or sugar coat it and tell a lie? Both options were sure to bite him in the aft sometime later.

“We’re are nice. But think of it this way. Earth is like a new school or a new class. We’re the new kids and the humans are the kids who’ve always been there. No one really knows we’re there because we keep to ourselves because we’re shy and don’t know how the humans will react to new faces. And it only when the teacher introduces us that we feel comfortable making friends.” He paused hoping this sort of analogy would help Hunter understand what he was trying to explain.

“You know how some kids don’t like new things or changes and they make a fuss about it? Well we don’t want that to happen with the humans. Makes sense?“

“Oh,” stated Hunter.  He calmed down a little how that his curiosity had been satisfied.  It kind of made sense to Hunter but it also didn’t.  Mer lived with them, and some bots weren’t shy, but maybe most humans were?  After all Cybertron had lots of alien allies, not just humans.  

“Yeah,” stated Hunter.  Though it only somewhat answered his question.  “Whats Earth like?” asked Hunter moving on to his next set of questions. He’d learned a little about Earth Mer, the human who lived in the closet, but hearing it from his own kinds point of view would be interesting.  

[anachronism-hunter]

athenafire‌

   Her skin turned red, blood rushing up to warm her face at the memory of her partner. He had to bring it up. Meredith pursed her lips, swallowing the knot. With a cough, she pushed her emotions down, though her voice still cracked. “He uh–His name was Duke. He was the best–” She remembered how it happened.

   They wanted to keep him as a specimen for repopulating a new planet. They killed the others. But Duke? Duke was an extreme that could be exploited. Goliath was bigger, stronger, but old. Duke could still be of use to the human population, should they ever find a world to settle. Everyone else found their use in food.

   “….He is the best.” she finally answered. “Always will be.”

Hunter listened carefully as he listened to her talk about Duke.  He wasn’t entire sure who Duke was but he assumed he was a human.  His door wings twitched as he thought about how awesome Duke sounded.  “What kind of racing did you and Duke do?” asked Hunter.  “Is it okay to talk about Duke?  What was Duke like?”

[art--woonz]

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[goblinblogging]

Eat?

[rules-and-protocol]

If anyone needs Prowl he will be dancing with Hunter to footloose.

[anachronism-hunter]

[anachronism-hunter]

FULL NAME: Hunter PRONUNCIATION:   hən(t)ər   NICKNAME: N/A GENDER: Supercar/muscle car. HEIGHT:  10ft (as of 6-8-19) will be 27 ft at Adult height. AGE: 6+ Months (6-8-19) ZODIAC: idk lost that post.  Too lazy to search for it when search isn’t working on my page rn SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Neocybex, Praxian, Chiro

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOUR: N/A EYE COLOUR: Gold cdab0d SKIN ARMOR TONE: Black, and White with Green accents. BODY TYPE: lanky ACCENT:  Praxian DOMINANT HAND: Left POSTURE: Cautious, apprehensive TATTOOS: None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE: Red windows, gold optics, red headlights.

CHILDHOOD.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Kaon HOMETOWN: Kaon BIRTH WEIGHT: 190 lbs BIRTH HEIGHT: 1.4 meters MANNER OF BIRTH: Budded FIRST WORDS: “Owl” SIBLINGS: @screechingtires, @in-need-of-discipline, @autobotwheelie (Smokescreen, Drift, and Wheelie) PARENTS: @rules-and-protocol and @not-good-with-names-and-faces (Prowl and Lockdown) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: Single Carrier who can do it all

ADULT LIFE.

OCCUPATION: child, no job.  Have fun. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Death’s head, Kaon. CLOSE FRIENDS: @electricwhiplash, @screechingtires, @athenafire @steelandslobber and @autobot-and-proud RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single and too young to mingle FINANCIAL CLASS: N/A DRIVER’S LICENSE: Learners Permit. CRIMINAL RECORD: None!

SEX AND ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  N/A ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: N/A PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: The child. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: N/A TURN ON’S: N/A TURN OFF’S: N/A LOVE LANGUAGE: Quality Time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: N/A

MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER THEME SONG: Anything like me - Brad Paisley (Prowls POV to Hunter??) HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME:  Arts & Crafts, Puzzles, reading MENTAL ILLNESS: None officially diagnosed.  (yet) PHYSICAL ILLNESS: Weak spark, weak sparkplugs,  LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED?: too early to tell FEARS: Abandonment, the dark, storms,  SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: below average. VULNERABILITIES: He is child.  and smol. 

[anachronism-hunter]

screechingtires‌

“Rescue bots…? Oh! Those guys. See they live on an island and I guess the humans they live with know about them and are cool with it. But see that’s the thing they only deal with a small population of humans, the rest of the planet probably doesn’t know about them,” he paused trying to think of the best way to explain. “See the humans don’t know they aren’t the only ones in the universe. We don’t know how they’ll react to that so we gotta keep a low profile until someone from the council decides to make an official greeting. So we hide so we don’t spook the humans.”

Hunter wasn’t sure what Low Profile meant, but he figured it had something to do with Hiding.  “So humans aren’t supposed to know who we are?” asked Hunter for clarification.  He had a lot more questions.  “But why?  We wont hurt them!  We’re nice!”  There was a pause.  “aren’t we?”  The sparkling doors fluttered and his optics were wide attempting to take in any kind of information his brother would give him.

[musclecardefinition]

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