Autobots! Kick some aft!

Nightstrider is not necessarily your typical femme. She's a bit rough around the edges at times, but is generally very friendly despite her upbringing in the Gladitorial Pits of Tyger Pax. Nightstrider has scars, and often chews at one on her lip. Feel free to approach her; she's generally friendly to Decepticons and Autobots alike, as she's grown tired of the conflict and constant fighting. Nightstrider stands at around 38 feet, and is a lot older then she seems. She is also now officially mother to two twin sparklings. The little femmes are nearly the spitting image of their mother. Whiplash has her mothers door wings and antenna, and is the oldest. Streamdancer is the youngest, and has the door wings and the antenna, though her helm is smoother and rounder then her Sisters. Both twin femmes are Godchildren to Jazz ((GetJazzywithit)). (( Mun is a very lonely femme, and enjoys conversations. :3 I also love my Sis very much!) M!A: None Status: Carrying. She's due sometime in December. She's also recovering from being very, very sick, so she's really wobbly and weak.

[autobotnightstrider]

sunstreakers-oblation has crossed your signals

[autobotnightstrider]

Nightstrider wasn’t so much carefree, as she just took life day by day. She didn’t spend every waking moment actively worrying, and let life’s simple joys make her happy when needed.

::Good. If it passes time, I’m game for it.:: She chuckles softly. The femme flicks her doors and nods to herself. ::Mhm. It was long in coming. Unicron came free, devoured everything, and got too hungry to the point he went into stasis. Most of us fled the verse.::

She had lots of experience there. Lots.

::I was really old come the golden ages.:: She laughs quietly. ::Pit fighter, through and through. Art is nice though. We had a few pieces in the entrance hall of the pits. And truly? That’s good. The verse I’ve settled in now is sort of wrapping up the war It looks like it could be ending soon, but it could flip and end up going longer. One never knows… War builds have always had it tough. They don’t fit in with normal lives, or at least most. They need something they fit into, such as an army or a protection service. Perhaps you can mention it to your higher ups. Peace can rein, yes, but if there is no one to protect the civilians, then war can begin again. A defensive army would give the war builds something to do, to belong in.::

[burnished-archived]

It was unlikely for Sunstreaker to ever understand that, the golden warrior only knew how to survive. He’d once known how to live life, but that had faded like all things.. He was lucky to remember anything beyond war with as many shots to the helm he’d taken during his life as a frontliner.

::Unicron is real..? I thought he was a myth….::

Just stories told to keep younglings under control, to keep them from causing trouble. Of course, that had never worked on the twins. They were fearless, they caused trouble no matter what. Or at least Sideswipe did.

::I want my old life back… I want normal.::

Talk of resuming his status as a warrior on any level.. it make him uncomfortable, unsettled. He hadn’t wanted to be a warrior despite his frame, he never wanted to fight.. the life of an artist was far too appealing, even if his skills would probably fall short of being useful for a very long time..

::But I don’t want to change. I never wanted this.. If it hadn’t been for my brother pushing me, I don’t think I’d still be around or I don’t think I would have put so much effort into staying alive.. I’m tired of all this.::

Deep down, Sunstreaker was a fairly sensitive being. Maybe it was easier to let this out to a stranger, unlikely to ever meet her.. unlikely to ever know her.. But he couldn’t stop it. Young and inexperienced.

::I don’t know how saw the end of war.. I don’t want to see another..::

[autobotnightstrider]

She’d been like that once too. Well, more... psychopathic. Murdering had been her way of life before the war- the pits were deliciously brutal and she had loved it.

::As real as the color of your armor.:: She chirps.

Stories? Yes. Real stories? Even more so yes.

::I think all of us want normal to some extent.:: She says softly. ::If you didn’t have a job, I’d offer you one on my ship. Lots of fighting and stuff goes on- you’d have all sorts of action. And i know. Sometimes family can keep us tethered. My kids are my reason for surviving on with as old as i am.::

::Yeah... the war is brutal.::

[autobotnightstrider]

::H-how do you make this work?::

She’s not sure who this is, but the patient mother is always willing to help. ::Make what work, little one? What can i help you with?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Ah- sorry. It’s a human endearment that i picked up on Earth.::

She shifts a bit, amused slightly. ::Ah, i see. It’s not incorrect at all. That’s just called ‘tinkering’ with things, essentially.::

[wheatbee]

::Ohhh…. I’m f-from Earth a-and I do n-not believe I h-have heard that b-before… Ummm, what does endearment mean?::

::H-how does one ‘tinker’ with it?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Ooh. It’s more something from down south, i think. I got it from an old cartoon. Anyways, an endearment is an affectionate term. Like… If a human calls his friends ‘bro’ or ‘buddy’. It’s a friendly thing.::

::…. Honestly, not even i know. Tinkering just means you’re messing with it to see how it works.::

[wheatbee]

::Ohhh… O-okay. So it denotes a p-positive meaning then::

::Ah, o-okay, then y-yes, I have already been ‘tinkering’ with it, but umm I d-don’t know what I am d-doing a majority of the t-time.::

::Ummm w-what is a cartoon?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::It is a positive thing, yes.:: She chuckles warmly.

::Perhaps find a Cybertronian near you to help you understand how to work your comms? They’re hard to explain over the comms, as ironic as it is.::

::A cartoon? Is like a movie. But... Animated. No actors in it. It’s... Not real, and entirely hard to explain.:: Her laughter trails over.

[erydumaenhir]

Oooh. That does sound painful! D: is there a link to it anywhere? or is it just something done over google docs or IM or Fanmail or something?

um she rebageled one of my pain posts with a link but I don’t know which one STRIDERBUTT GET OVER HERE AND POST THE THING THAT I’M NOT READING AGAIN

[autobotnightstrider]

((The striderbutt hath been summoned.

HAVE SOME PAIN FRIENDS.

Have a good day~))

[autobotnightstrider]

::Nightstrider?::

…

That wasn’t…

No.

It couldn’t be.

He was dead. Happened probably a month ago or a month and a half, she’s not sure anymore.

He’s dead.

::This is a poorly done prank, whoever is doing this.:: As soon as she could trace the comm, she had some assholes aft to beat into the ground.

[autobotnightstrider]

::….:: She is quiet for a bit as she angrily sizzles on the other side. A month or two. That was many, many days he could have shot her a five second ping or something to let her know he was alive and that her comm had lied. She can only imagine. But it takes, what, half a millisecond to send a ping? Or to have his fraggin’ sire send a ping? Oh yeah, she’s pissed with him too.

So much for being family.

::A month or two.:: Her voice is flat. No emotions present. ::A month or two.:: She can’t even get past that. She’s angry and relieved, and hurt and everything she’d gotten over has decided to rip wide open again.

[seekerchargeburst]

::I’m sorry.::

It was all he could really think to say.

[autobotnightstrider]

::Don’t get me wrong, Chargeburst. I am insanely happy you’re back. Insanely so. But it doesn’t change the fact that neither you NOR your Sire, or pits, even Soundwave, didn’t shoot me a three second ping to say ‘hey, your nephew’s alive’. You’re all on my shitlist.::

[seekerchargeburst]

::I know…:: There was a heavy sigh. ::I’m sorry, I really am. Things have not been so great since I came back.::

[autobotnightstrider]

She shifts and sighs back. ::There’s no excuse for you on this, Burst. Not one i’m going to accept anytime soon.::

::I’m sorry coming back hasn’t been great for you. Your leaving wasn’t great for the rest of us either. Streamdancer just stopped crying whenever someone mentioned you.::

[autobotnightstrider]

::H-how do you make this work?::

She’s not sure who this is, but the patient mother is always willing to help. ::Make what work, little one? What can i help you with?::

[wheatbee]

::Umm… m-more along the lines of t-trying to figure out how to use them. A-all of this is s-still sort of new for m-me…::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Oooh, i gotcha, sugar. I’m not exactly new to this, so maybe i can help you. What do you see when you try and activate your comms? A display? A button? A dial pad?::

[wheatbee]

::Sugar?::

::Oh umm… I-is it incorrect to state t-that I’m not s-sure?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Ah- sorry. It’s a human endearment that i picked up on Earth.::

She shifts a bit, amused slightly. ::Ah, i see. It’s not incorrect at all. That’s just called ‘tinkering’ with things, essentially.::

[wheatbee]

::Ohhh…. I’m f-from Earth a-and I do n-not believe I h-have heard that b-before… Ummm, what does endearment mean?::

::H-how does one ‘tinker’ with it?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Ooh. It’s more something from down south, i think. I got it from an old cartoon. Anyways, an endearment is an affectionate term. Like... If a human calls his friends ‘bro’ or ‘buddy’. It’s a friendly thing.::

::.... Honestly, not even i know. Tinkering just means you’re messing with it to see how it works.::

[erydumaenhir]

that was not okay

i am not okay

i will be okay but not right now. my soul just died. Striderbutt wrote a thing and i am pain. 

[autobotnightstrider]

You mean... This thing?

[autobotnightstrider]

"Hey there little one."

The biggest tiniest bristling ball of huff and fluff ever squints up at the big wingged femme. She has no idea who this is, and has no intentions of getting swatted or stepped on. “What do ya want?”

[autobotnightstrider]

She whined. Loudly. The quiet adult was a very, very loud sparkling, especially when she plopped her dripping pede into Nightfury’s palm. “make the gunk go away!” She’s not even going to comment on a nickname.

::Of course~::

::It’s coming now.:: The bridge opens up not far from them, glowing and bright, and emitting enough noise for Nightfury to know where it was at.

[thesilenceofaphoenix-deactivate]

Nightfury giggled, carefully removing the mud from Nightstrider’s ped before using a cloth to get the rest of it. “It’s called mud little one. It won’t hurt you even if it is gross.” ::Thank pigeons!:: The sound of the ground bridge had her turning towards it and sighing in relief. “Alright sweetling.” Standing, she made a grab for Nightstrider’s wing hinges. “Into the bridge we go.”

[autobotnightstrider]

“Everything here is vile,” She sneers huffily. “Gross and vile and so many other things i cannot even think of the terms.”

::Of course.:: They thrummed back.

Nightstrider wasn’t hard to catch, since she was offguard from the mud on her pede. “Ugh.” She grunts, huffing as she’s scruffed and lifted. 

[autobotnightstrider]

::H-how do you make this work?::

She’s not sure who this is, but the patient mother is always willing to help. ::Make what work, little one? What can i help you with?::

[wheatbee]

::Ah, I understand… S-so umm, so w-why would your communications reach for things?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Subconscious boredom most likely. Or hope for picking up more of my old crew. But it’s probably the first one, admittedly. What were you up to that accidentally activated your comms? Tinkering with settings, maybe?::

[wheatbee]

::Umm… m-more along the lines of t-trying to figure out how to use them. A-all of this is s-still sort of new for m-me…::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Oooh, i gotcha, sugar. I’m not exactly new to this, so maybe i can help you. What do you see when you try and activate your comms? A display? A button? A dial pad?::

[wheatbee]

::Sugar?::

::Oh umm… I-is it incorrect to state t-that I’m not s-sure?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Ah- sorry. It’s a human endearment that i picked up on Earth.::

She shifts a bit, amused slightly. ::Ah, i see. It’s not incorrect at all. That’s just called ‘tinkering’ with things, essentially.::

[roleplaymemesandsuch]

Send "You're gorgeous," for my muses reaction.

[autobotnightstrider]

"Hey there little one."

The biggest tiniest bristling ball of huff and fluff ever squints up at the big wingged femme. She has no idea who this is, and has no intentions of getting swatted or stepped on. “What do ya want?”

[autobotnightstrider]

“I don’t know!” She squawked, shaking her foot vigorously. “It’s sticky and brown and was under a crunchy cone thing! It wont get off!” Yes, little miss has stepped in mud, and is now traumatized by it.

::Trust me, she was an adorable kid, but a mean one too. Don’t make her mad, or she’ll tear off important things.:: Blackstar warns.

::… Blind. Lovely.:: he sighs over the comm. ::Yeah, Misery’ll shoot you a bridge in a moment. She’s tracking your location now. Collect Nightstrider and bring her home if you will?::

[thesilenceofaphoenix-deactivate]

“Stop moving silly.” Nightfury walked over, Kneeling down and offering her servo for strider to put her ped in. “Let me clean it stride.” ::I wish I could see her… Take a picture for me when we get there?:: She requested. ::I will, just need a ground bridge.::

[autobotnightstrider]

She whined. Loudly. The quiet adult was a very, very loud sparkling, expecially when she plopped her dripping pede into Nightfury’s palm. “make the gunk go away!” She’s not even going to comment on a nickname.

::Of course~::

::It’s coming now.:: The bridge opens up not far from them, glowing and bright, and emitting enough noise for Nightfury to know where it was at.

[autobotnightstrider]

::Nightstrider?::

…

That wasn’t…

No.

It couldn’t be.

He was dead. Happened probably a month ago or a month and a half, she’s not sure anymore.

He’s dead.

::This is a poorly done prank, whoever is doing this.:: As soon as she could trace the comm, she had some assholes aft to beat into the ground.

[autobotnightstrider]

::….:: She is quiet for a bit as she angrily sizzles on the other side. A month or two. That was many, many days he could have shot her a five second ping or something to let her know he was alive and that her comm had lied. She can only imagine. But it takes, what, half a millisecond to send a ping? Or to have his fraggin’ sire send a ping? Oh yeah, she’s pissed with him too.

So much for being family.

::A month or two.:: Her voice is flat. No emotions present. ::A month or two.:: She can’t even get past that. She’s angry and relieved, and hurt and everything she’d gotten over has decided to rip wide open again.

[seekerchargeburst]

::I’m sorry.::

It was all he could really think to say.

[autobotnightstrider]

::Don’t get me wrong, Chargeburst. I am insanely happy you’re back. Insanely so. But it doesn’t change the fact that neither you NOR your Sire, or pits, even Soundwave, didn’t shoot me a three second ping to say ‘hey, your nephew’s alive’. You’re all on my shitlist.::

[autobotnightstrider]

"Hey there little one."

The biggest tiniest bristling ball of huff and fluff ever squints up at the big wingged femme. She has no idea who this is, and has no intentions of getting swatted or stepped on. “What do ya want?”

[autobotnightstrider]

“Some fighter you are.” Nightstrider huffs. She hops a little bit away to stomp a pinecone in her irritation. The subsequent ick that sticks into her pedes makes her shriek, and shake her pede. Nope. Nope. She doesn’t like this organic stuff. It’s gross, it sticks to you, and the little fuzzy creatures didn’t tell her anything and just kept running away. She didn’t like it here, not at all.

Blackstar blinked. And blinked. And blinked again. ::I was not aware, no. Ugh. The little queen is back?:: He makes a hidden face.

::Better watch your fins, Blackstar. She’ll tear’m off even now, and i’ll help her if she demands it of me.:: Ironweaver is usually much more helpful than his second wing, and he chortles quietly. ::You know the coordinates to the base, youngster. Scruff her royal highness and tote her home, will you? If you grab her by the door joints and hold her firm, she wont fight you, and you can tote her home without getting mauled.::

[thesilenceofaphoenix-deactivate]

“What did you step in sweetling?” Nightfury cocked her helm towards the sound, shuffling over slowly and kneeling down. “Would you like help cleaning it off?” ::Yep, she is. She sounds so freaking cute too.:: If only she could see. Sigh. ::Er, yeah about that pigeon two? I’m uh, blind as of recent events and I have no idea where we are, nor which direction to walk to get home. Think Misery could send us a ground bridge?:: Pretty please with high grade on top?

[autobotnightstrider]

“I don’t know!” She squawked, shaking her foot vigorously. “It’s sticky and brown and was under a crunchy cone thing! It wont get off!” Yes, little miss has stepped in mud, and is now traumatized by it.

::Trust me, she was an adorable kid, but a mean one too. Don’t make her mad, or she’ll tear off important things.:: Blackstar warns.

::... Blind. Lovely.:: he sighs over the comm. ::Yeah, Misery’ll shoot you a bridge in a moment. She’s tracking your location now. Collect Nightstrider and bring her home if you will?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::H-how do you make this work?::

She’s not sure who this is, but the patient mother is always willing to help. ::Make what work, little one? What can i help you with?::

[wheatbee]

::Ah, I understand… S-so umm, so w-why would your communications reach for things?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Subconscious boredom most likely. Or hope for picking up more of my old crew. But it’s probably the first one, admittedly. What were you up to that accidentally activated your comms? Tinkering with settings, maybe?::

[wheatbee]

::Umm… m-more along the lines of t-trying to figure out how to use them. A-all of this is s-still sort of new for m-me…::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Oooh, i gotcha, sugar. I’m not exactly new to this, so maybe i can help you. What do you see when you try and activate your comms? A display? A button? A dial pad?::

[autobotnightstrider]

"Hey there little one."

The biggest tiniest bristling ball of huff and fluff ever squints up at the big wingged femme. She has no idea who this is, and has no intentions of getting swatted or stepped on. “What do ya want?”

[autobotnightstrider]

The baring of denta again makes her flare. “Stop baring your denta unless you want to fight! Everything but your mouth says ‘no’.” She huffs. “If you’ve got no reason to live, then die. Simple as that. Or make one. Love sounds too fragile. I don’t want it. Never will want it.” She says firmly in response to the last bit.

“Pigeons?” She blinks.

Blackstar does pick up, groaning quietly as he does. ::Whaaaaaat?::

[thesilenceofaphoenix-deactivate]

If she could blink, she would have. “… It is? Oh whoops. Primus, sorry Little queen, that wasn’t my intention.” She made a sort of nod. “Whatever you wish to believe little one.” “Yep, You’ll understand later. ::You are aware NightStrider is current a sparkling and standing at my peds ranting to me about ripping a certain Blackstar’s fins off and being a queen amongst youngers. Right Pigeon?:: She’s also tapping for Ironweaver’s comm too.

[autobotnightstrider]

“Some fighter you are.” Nightstrider huffs. She hops a little bit away to stomp a pinecone in her irritation. The subsequent ick that sticks into her pedes makes her shriek, and shake her pede. Nope. Nope. She doesn’t like this organic stuff. It’s gross, it sticks to you, and the little fuzzy creatures didn’t tell her anything and just kept running away. She didn’t like it here, not at all.

Blackstar blinked. And blinked. And blinked again. ::I was not aware, no. Ugh. The little queen is back?:: He makes a hidden face.

::Better watch your fins, Blackstar. She’ll tear’m off even now, and i’ll help her if she demands it of me.:: Ironweaver is usually much more helpful than his second wing, and he chortles quietly. ::You know the coordinates to the base, youngster. Scruff her royal highness and tote her home, will you? If you grab her by the door joints and hold her firm, she wont fight you, and you can tote her home without getting mauled.::

[narcissistic-sociopath]

::You wanna come meet them?:: She leaves him open to guessing who 'them' was.

::… Them?:: Them? Who was them? Wait. ::Eclipse and I will be there in five.::

[narcissistic-sociopath]

Yep. Super duper adorable like all newborn sparklings were. It was when they got older that they became a menace. Or at least that was what Sunstreaker felt happened. Yes, Eclipse was adorable and precious but he was also a pain in his aft when he was upset. A massive pain in the aft.

“Heh, nah. Why would I have minded? He’s clearly got some impressive genetics to look like myself in color and a bit in design,” he teased, chuckling. “Sun works. Itty bitty Sun. Now Sides can torment him with all the stupid nicknames he came up with for me. Finally another who will understand my pain.” Yes he’s being a goofball and a dork. It’s hard not to with two adorable sparklings nearby and his own squirming and wriggling in complete and utter excitement at the prospect of a new playmate. The room just had too much cute to handle in it.

Gently, he took little Sunburst into his arms and smiled. Eclipse shifted to peer at him, optics wide and mouth a tiny little ‘o’ in surprise and curiosity. “They’re going to be big if they’re already this size for newborns,” Sunstreaker said softly, gently stroking Sunburst’s cheek with his digit. “Wook wike yews buh wit wingies,” Eclipse chirped, his own door wings waving excitedly.

“Yes, but Sunburst is still Auntie’s sparkling. It looks like she’ll let you hold Freelancer if you go over to her,” Sunstreaker explained, chuckling as his creation gasped and bounced a little in joy. The little sparkling turned and clamored gently over Nightstrider’s leg and into her lap, leaning against her belly to look at the other new playmate with the same look of awe and curiosity.

“I ho’wd?” Eclipse chirped, optics going wider. Excuse him a moment, he’s going to softly squee a bit and wriggle excitedly. Might want to wait until he calms a bit to let him hold the bitlet. “Eclipse, sit down so she can put Freelancer in your lap. And be careful, alright?”

“Kay!” Plopping on his aft, Eclipse twisted so his back was to her belly and his face was beaming up at hers. He is ready for his playmate, oh awesome Auntie of his.

[autobotnightstrider]

She chuckled to him in turn. “He might, yes. He is quite the looker in colors, much like yourself. And very… Bright.” Nightstrider chuckles. “Sides can torment him indeed. Just tell him to beware. The girls are already protective. He’s going to get pranked if he picks on him too hard.” Nothing wrong with being a goofball. It just means he’s more endearing and is comfortable enough to loosen up around them.

Sunburst’s little optics peer up at him and he yawns briefly, before grasping for him with tiny, wobbly arms. Nightstrider gives him a spry grimace. “Yep. That one there cracked my pelvis. It hurt something fierce. They’re going to take after their main code contributors, i think.”

And now she has an adorable bouncing bitlet squeeing in her lap. She chuckles and hums, waiting until he was calm. Aww such an adorable little nephew~ She shifts Freelancer, the navy sparkling giving her a sleepy grumpy look, and lowers him down. He’s settled in Eclipse’s lap, but her arms are around them both, acting as a base support. She guides one of Eclipses hands behind FreeLancer with a purr. “Keep this hand here, okay, little one? It’ll help support his helm. New sparks have to have their helms supported for a couple months until they grow strong like you.”

Freelancer, for the most part, is very calm through this. His little fists wriggle out, tiny nubby wings fluttering, and he stretches a hand up to grab for Eclipses face gently. “Bbububup.” He titters with amusement, his optics glimmering eagerly.

[narcissistic-sociopath]

“He is. But that’s never a bad thing. Easier to spot in a crowd and notice dust,” Sunstreaker chuckled, offering the little one his servo to grasp while his digits fluttered teasingly right within reach. “Nah. Never. He’d probably just call him Starburst or Sunkist just to be silly. I’ve heard of one Sideswipe calling an aerial named Blades Wafflecopter for crashing into a waffle shop,” he explained, grinning. Wafflecopter. Heh. Not entirely clever but amusing nonetheless. “Cracked pelvis? You get it fixed? Or trying to let it heal the natural way?”

Eclipse grinned down at Freelancer, doors vibrating against Nightstrider as a way of expressing his UTMOST DELIGHT AT NOT-SO-TINY FRIEND IN HIS ARMS AND HE IS CUTE. Giggling, he made a funny face at the nearly-same-sized face in his arms. “Ablublublu,” he giggled, keeping his arms as steady as he could. For a delicate sparkling, he was pretty big. Eclipse loved him all the same.

[autobotnightstrider]

Nightstrider chuckled and nodded. “True that, true that. The rest of my brood look like mini-me’s. At least these two are a bit different, if a lot bigger than my girls had been.” She kept her optics flicking between both bitlets, making sure neither of them got distressed or upset. Sunburst took it upon himself to wiggle his little horns and grasp for Sunstreaker’s hand. He’s gonna get those wiggly digits. He’s gonna get them... AND NOM ON THEM. “True. I can’t ever see Sides being mean, but who knows? This one might pick up Blackstar’s vanity. Primus help us if he’s like Blackstar.” The more irritating pigeon was endearing when you complimented him, but if you insulted him... It was hell on earth. “Ah, no. I kinda snapped the bend back into place and am letting it heal. Hurts like pits, too, but at least i knew i could do it.” She grinned.

Lancer is completely happy. The funny face makes his denta-less mouth pull wide, and he squeaks happily. His fingers come up and pap-pap gently on Eclipse’s face, and he lets out a tiny peal of laughter. Someone’s made a new friend~ And once he’s toddling, this duo are going to be a nightmare. The young big one, and the older smaller one. It would be an interesting mix~

[autobotnightstrider]

"Hey there little one."

The biggest tiniest bristling ball of huff and fluff ever squints up at the big wingged femme. She has no idea who this is, and has no intentions of getting swatted or stepped on. “What do ya want?”

[autobotnightstrider]

“It sounds so weak though. Wanting to live is enough of a reason. So is fighting. What use is love? You said it can be taken away from you. Why would you want something that others can take?” She inquires.

“… Idonthavecoordinates.” it’s mumbled and brief, and she’s pouting heavily through it. “Idon’tknowthem.”

[thesilenceofaphoenix-deactivate]

“Some people don’t want to live. Sometimes, living isn’t enough of a reason. They need something else to keep them going, love while it can be taken away is usually that little bit of time that lets other move forwards and live life to the fullest.” She offered a smile to Nightstrider. “You’ll understand someday.” “Oh?” She smiled, digits already going up and tapping out BlackStar’s comm. “Then a call to the pigeons we go.”

[autobotnightstrider]

The baring of denta again makes her flare. “Stop baring your denta unless you want to fight! Everything but your mouth says ‘no’.” She huffs. “If you’ve got no reason to live, then die. Simple as that. Or make one. Love sounds too fragile. I don’t want it. Never will want it.” She says firmly in response to the last bit.

“Pigeons?” She blinks.

Blackstar does pick up, groaning quietly as he does. ::Whaaaaaat?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::H-how do you make this work?::

She’s not sure who this is, but the patient mother is always willing to help. ::Make what work, little one? What can i help you with?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Naw you’re fine, sugar. Accidents happen and stuff. I was actually just exploring the internet, when you pinged me. I don’t mind talking at all.::

[wheatbee]

::I s-still don’t quite understand how it umm, how it c-connected to you. H-have we met before?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::I don’t think so, no. But sometimes my signal randomly bounces out when i’m out and about in looking for things.::

[wheatbee]

::Ohhh… S-so is that a common t-thing? I mean, umm, is it common for random signals to connect?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Pretty often, yeah. I leave my comms open for some long distance friends, and often it bounces out to reach for things.:: A friendly tittering echoes through as she giggles lightly. ::If someone’s got locked comms or closed ended comms, it’s not as easy.::

[wheatbee]

There may have been unseen nodding before he realized that he needed to be speaking in order to be understood ::Ohhh, w-well t-that makes sense. I mean f-for both instances::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Both instances? Oh, yes. Sometimes it is. Depends on the bot though, i think.::

[wheatbee]

::Ah, I understand… S-so umm, so w-why would your communications reach for things?::

[autobotnightstrider]

::Subconscious boredom most likely. Or hope for picking up more of my old crew. But it’s probably the first one, admittedly. What were you up to that accidentally activated your comms? Tinkering with settings, maybe?::