he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.
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IMPORTANT
this blog has officially become an archive, && i have moved to recordiings. any threads will be discontinued ( however, feel free to contact me to restart another ), but all relationships with other muses will continue as they were unless specified!
IMPORTANT
this blog has officially become an archive, && i have moved to recordiings. any threads will be discontinued ( however, feel free to contact me to restart another ), but all relationships with other muses will continue as they were unless specified!
“My tools are an appropriate size for what I’m doing,” Ratchet explained gruffly, finishing his organization on the steel overbed table before turning to Rewind and placing his hands on his hips, “Now lie down if you want your optic fixed.”
It was a delicate operation yes, but one Ratchet had done plenty of times for all different sizes of bots. “Doesn’t matter how big the tool is anyway,” He grumbled, watching the cassette expectantly, “Skill is what decides how good a tool is.”
He pulled the wheeled table up to the medical berth and selected the first instrument from its surface, “Now, take off your visor and hold still.”
┃◂◂ ❝The size of the tool does matter when they’re suited for regular sized bots,❞ Rewind grumbled, but lay down nonetheless. To say he was worried was an understatement; it wasn’t often the cassette was injured in battle -partially because Blaster didn’t often deploy him and his brother-, so having Frenzy shatter his optic came to some surprise. Once he was back in action, the Decepticon was going to get it.
Eyeing the tool with some skepticism, the mech’s small servos moved to the shattered visor, detaching it from his helm and presenting it to the medic. He presumed Ratchet would be able to fix it- or, at least, find a new one from somewhere.
❝. . .It’s not going to hurt, is it?❞
|| rises from the grave
You would be adorable.
┃◂◂ ❝Oh, erm, thank you? Still not gonna shrink to that size, though.❞
|| if anyone needs me, i’ll be on my brainstorm and crying because i have No Clue how to get active on a new blog
What if you were the size of a human?
┃◂◂ ❝It would be. . . interesting, I guess. Suitable for earth, but for Cybertron? That’s a death wish via crushing waiting to happen.❞
Hey Rewind, buddy, are we going to see you and Chromedome here tonight?
Definitely! I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Blaster. I’ll even drag Chromedome there myself if I have to.
❝How come we don’t teleport everywhere, Brainstorm?❞ ❝‘Cos it’s bad for you.❞ ❝Whereas all those weapons you build—❞ ❝—Are bad for other people.❞
GXNITUS, indie roleplay for transformers more than meets the eye’s brainstorm
Send me “I told you I'm no good” for my muse's reaction to yours breaking their trust.
|| i have so many more muses i would be interested in making. . . id love to be bluestreak or brainstorm, maybe even hound
"He's kind of cool actually. He took down a nercotitan."
┃◂◂ ❝Swerve had a lot of fun telling me all about it, and the rest of what I missed. I can’t believe I wasn’t there to see that!❞
: / / C H R O M E D O M E .
【➳】He was silent for a long time, just looking down at the minibot, the minibot that had the frame and look – an voice of his lost Conjunx but he wasn’t him. He ever so much wanted it to be him but he wasn’t. Both of them had lost the other and they both wanted normality in so many ways but it was so hard at the same time. As he stood there it slowly crept up to him that he was being unfair.
He was expecting things to go back to normal with a mech that wasn’t his, no matter if he looked like it. Letting out a vent he held his arm, a little bit anxious as he glanced off, squinting his visor. “How can we compromise, or work together to make it work. I don’t … want to keep fighting with you anymore. Its not … how it should be. I’m being entirely unfair so … I’m the one who should be sorry.”
┃◂◂ There was a tense pause, Rewind moving to wipe the coolant threatening to leak from his visor. He wanted all of this to stop; let things simmer and start anew. That, however, appeared to be an unreachable goal. If Chromedome couldn’t stop seeing the dead in the living, the archivist wasn’t sure how they could begin on even footing.
❝You need to see me as I am, not someone who’s dead and gone and never coming back, Chromedome,❞ while his words were harsh, they were spoken in a tone meant not to offend, ❝This isn’t right. Nothing about this situation is. But. . . I want it to work, I really do. Everything just needs time to settle.❞
: / / M E G A T R O N .
♛ —;; Raising his helm at the response – or statement really –cause him some confusion, hoping the other would elaborate his meaning of him not dreaming at all or limited before he got his hope. Giving a small nod, he crossed his arms as he listened before perking, tensing up as its pushed further that the DJD are his when its far from the truth.
They were never his. Sure, by name, the faction but they own themselves, they only follow Tarn now anyway. His own days were numbered – and he honestly didn’t want to remember that.
Grimacing he vented. “One; they aren’t mine. Not anymore. Besides, I’m on the list now anyway..” squints, rubbing the back of his neck. “Secondly, I don’t know what to say, since sorry won’t fix anything at all.” he murmured, going quiet.
┃◂◂ ❝Just because they’re not yours NOW doesn’t mean you no longer have any responsibility to them. You created them. You let them develop into who they are now. Just because you’re their enemy now, too, doesn’t clear you of anything.❞ His visibly bristles, servos separating. They clench into small fists in his lap, joins creaking from the strain. ❝While ‘sorry’ won’t bring them back, it would show remorse. Which, clearly, you don’t seem to have.❞
Static was beginning to lace his words as he speaks, visor squinting up at the former warlord as if he wasn’t quite believing what he was hearing. Did no one show an ounce of respect for the deceased, anymore?
❝They’re dead, now. . . they’re all dead and I should be, too,❞ his vocal synthesizer hitched painfully, ❝But I’m not. And now I see their deaths every time I reset my optics.❞
"I believe Metroplex wins on tallest autobot."
┃◂◂ ❝Definitely. I would be terrified to stand anywhere near him.❞
/ / : thegxldenmean : \ \
┃◂◂ ❝Don’t give me that look. Perhaps I wanted to sit in the far corner booth as well the one you just so happen to be occupying. If you’re that perturbed, you don’t even have to talk to me; I’m just here to observe, anyways.❞
/ / : solivigante : \ \
┃◂◂ ❝I yes, I'm here. I'm not dead. It's. . . complicated.❞
Defining the events Rewind had gotten out of alive from took 'complicated', and promptly turned it on its metaphorical head. He wasn't sure if he could describe what had happened, W O U L D describe what had happened; both from lack of explanations and confidence to retell the ship - wide massacre he survived.
