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((I was hoping to get to some more replies, and starters. But some things have come up. So I’ll be only responding to one thread on my other blog. Nothing more or less. Tomorrow I should return and continue things.))

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Anyone want a doodle?

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gentle head boops.

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Litewire && Blackbox

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15.2ft vs 40.8ft

(( An example of height. 15.2ft of Litewire vs 40.8ft Rekam. ))

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☤|| “You’re a fragging idiot.”

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“I’m an idiot? Or is he the idiot?” Litewire would ask first, pointing to his twin. Fingers would be pointed at one another, both seekers looking mightily confused. “But he is the idiot.” Blackbox would pipe up before the louder, near shouts of Litewire drowned him out.”No! He’s the idiot. But if he’s the idiot, then i’m an idiot, but i’m not an idiot so he’s not an idiot. So who is the idiot? Are you the idiot?”  None the less, the two seekers would be left to think, and contemplate just who was the idiot. Because surely, both of them couldn’t be.

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☤|| Loudly Pharma vented, a cyan hand rubbing his features. These two are morons. Absolute morons. He ought not have named one as an idiot, but both. Eyes of ice looked to the pair with disdain, his lips stiff and turned into a frown. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Both of you?”

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The twins would fall into silence, their optics bouncing between each other before they’d come to a quick conclusion. “No. We’ve got no where to be, nothing to do. Well,now we’ve got to figure out who you meant was an idiot. but surely, if i’m no idiot, then ‘Box isn’t. And if he isn’t either then that may mean you’re the idiot?”

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☤|| “You’re a fragging idiot.”

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“I’m an idiot? Or is he the idiot?” Litewire would ask first, pointing to his twin. Fingers would be pointed at one another, both seekers looking mightily confused. “But he is the idiot.” Blackbox would pipe up before the louder, near shouts of Litewire drowned him out.”No! He’s the idiot. But if he’s the idiot, then i’m an idiot, but i’m not an idiot so he’s not an idiot. So who is the idiot? Are you the idiot?”  None the less, the two seekers would be left to think, and contemplate just who was the idiot. Because surely, both of them couldn’t be.

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“A signal?” Misfire repeated, looking back to the lighter twin.  “From here?  Weird.  I don’t remember sending one.  But oh well.”  He shrugged.

“So, is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, giving them both a friendly grin.  “Since you apparently made your way all the way out here.”

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Litewire had begun to nod, almost furiously as Blackbox folded his arms over his chest plating. "You don't have to willingly send a signal. Your spark does that on its own. Its an energy source, so it gives off a reading."Blackbox would explain, in place of his younger twin. "And not really? We followed the spike. Now we have to catalogue data, and then maybe make back up of data. But you could entertain us with questions. We ask, you answer?" The lighter of the two would move to reach out, placing a servo upon Misfire's helm as the burgundy seeker sat.

When he'd pull his servo back, the lighter seeker would make an imitating noise of an explosion, his servos joining in as he'd fall into a sparkling like manner of processing. The gesture happening to include a lot of flailing digits.

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“Is that so?” the seeker mused, lips pursing. He really only followed half of that - these two were almost as speedy as Blurr when he got going. But, he got enough to have an inkling of what they were talking about.

“I believe I may have been your anomaly, my little seekers.” He stood back up, a slight grin on his features. “After all, I only just arrived here. Tell me, was your anomaly anything like this?”

Starscream’s optics dimmed, and for a moment it seemed like he was just standing there. But then the seeker’s body seemed to almost shift and fade before them, a puslating current starting at his spark and flowing outward. It stopped abruptly when the seeker opened his eyes, cocking a hip to the side. “Anything like that?”

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Stunned into silence, the energy that rolled from the two twin's frames had all but smothered. When light had begun to be shown upon the matter, they'd all but stopped everything. Optics would widen while frames and wirings stilled. They were taut, and tense. But there was something else. They were curious, scientists in a way, and always would be deep to their core programming. Litewire would all but seize up, the buzz returning in the form of a tremble as optics shuttered, flicking between forced recharge and conciousness. He was far more sensitive and far more receptive to the spikes of energy and signals they'd pick up in comparison to Blackbox. But it was Blackbox who'd been able to crack the secrets each time around. When Starscream's demonstration of the matter, Litewire's systems would shut down, simply offline before he'd reboot. Fans would kick in, circulating and moving air through his frame to help cool and collect the overcharged seeker.    "I-it was exactly like that." Litewire spoke up, slowed and stunned. "But how is that possible?" The twin followed up, a slab of confusion plastered to his features. He'd try to think through the data, sift through what it was Litewire picked up. But each option turned to simply confirmations, and a lock on the energy signal.

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[[I’ll be returning here. I’ll get to replies and posts in a tad. I apologize for disappearing.]]

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ooc

(Still not doing to well, I’ll try to return asap.)

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[OOC: Heads Up]

((I won’t be online or a couple of days or so. Health reasons. I’ll be back asap and get to replies.))

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OOC

((Will most likely not be on, or as active today. I was thrown a curve ball at work that I need to properly address to the right parties))

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WHEN YOUR ROLEPLAY PARTNER IS AMAZING AND PERFECT AT THEIR WORD CHOICE AND SENTENCE FLUENCY TO THE POINT WHERE IT LEGITIMATELY INTIMIDATES YOU

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Misfire only laughed lightly to the question, reaching over and patting the darker twin’s helm gently.

“It’s not a glitch, trust me,” he replied.  “It was just an example I was using.  Besides, I have a very good medic and she would fix me up if it was a glitch.”

Misfire grinned at the returned greeting, his own wings twitching in response.

“So why are you two here, anyway?” he asked, looking from one twin to the other.

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The curious twins would become alert again, nearly bouncing in their spots, well... at least Litewire did. Blackbox would shutter his optics shut to the contact against his helm. The careful pat nearly allowed his spark to flip in its chamber. "We followed a signal!" Litewire chirpped excitedly. "We follow every signal!" Blackbox would add in, his own vocoder not as excited in pitch. But the excitement was there all the same. "Its our job, since we were given one. To decipher, track, log, and translate every signal we come across. We remember trillions, if not more!" Litewire would grin, wings buzzing from the energy building up within his frame. "We must log every signal. Even that of a spark." Blackbox would add, to clarify. Of course, energy waves and signals were their specialties. Being able to understand them and translate the ones they came across was just another day, another task. It wasn't shoot, bang, or blow 'em up work. But it was still exciting!