This is what happens when you act against us.

RP Blog for the Functionist Council

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[counciloftwelve]

trepanophiliac:

Trepan grinned in the slightest, antennae flicking as his field flared with amusement and the tiniest touch of mischief, “I’d be glad to, Councilor. And yes, it is.” 

He got up himself to the next room, returning after a few moments with a bottle of potent-looking energon tucked under one arm and glasses in his servos, “But fortunately for us, I have learned that particular skill set from a patient of mine some years back.”

“Well how very fortunate!” One chuckled and reached out to take his glass, holding it out for Trepan to fill. After he had, One sat still for a moment and just vented, enjoying the aroma brushing against his olfactory senses. Delicately taking a sip, One hummed with pleasure, “Oh my, you have done a great job Trepan, not that I expected anything less!”

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[counciloftwelve]

trepanophiliac:

“No… not anymore, at least.” Trepan merely sat a moment, taking in and returning the comfort with a flare of his own field. He was used to how One communicated, so that was not a problem for him.

The surgeon managed a smile once more though, forcing the thoughts of previous bonds away to focus on the mech in front of him, “I have a bottle of the ultra high grade you used to enjoy. Would you like to try some?” Alongside regular energon, of course. One would still need proper fuel, after all.

“Ultra high grade hm? I bet that is quite the delicacy now.” One chuckled and nodded, slowly sitting up now that his systems were beginning to settle. When the world did not spin, the former councilor became more bold and slid to the edge of the berth he was laying on. He wasn’t ready to stand yet, but this was all he needed for now. “You may have to help me, I’ve never drank with a mouth before.”

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[counciloftwelve]

trepanophiliac:

“Well I am the best at what I do.” He grinned again, then sat next to the Councilor once more, field flaring in content and familiarity. With the smile given, however, he was smiling back and even trilling softly to the older mech.

It wasn’t long before that smile morphed into a frown, however, which was probably an unusual sight for One to see considering Trepan’s cocky attitude, “I know the feeling. I have suffered broken bonds of my own.”

One tilted his head, and while he did not express well with his face, the older mech was well versed in communicating non-verbally with his field and optics. He remained silent for a bit, observing Trepan’s frown with a sad flare of his field. “....” He knew better than to ask, instead flaring his own field against the other in comfort. “Then we are not alone.”

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[counciloftwelve]

trepanophiliac:

Trepan grinned at the compliment, obviously pleased with the praise from One, “Indeed so. That much about me has not changed.”

He got up to go grab a mirror off one of the shelves in the room then, bringing it over and passing it to the Councilor, “Unfortunately, yes. You are the only one I could get to quick enough to save.” He decided against bringing up Nine’s demise at the hands of the Decepticons, which had happened later. Perhaps One would find out, but it wouldn’t be from Trepan.

One took the mirror, looking at himself with fascination. It was amazing was his surgeon was able to accomplish.  “You have done an incredible job Trepan.” He smiled then, and while it was stiff and not nearly as smooth as other mechs, it was still a smile. Also not a bad one for someone who never had a mouth before.

“That is unfortunate...We were a unique bond, the twelve of us...”

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[counciloftwelve]

trepanophiliac:

Trepan seemed amused with One’s discovery of having an actual face, his humming turning to chuckling, “Apologies for the liberties I took when rebuilding your frame, Councilor. It would have counter-productive to leave you as you had been. Too noticeable.”

And Trepan wouldn’t loose him again so he did what he felt was necessary to prevent One from becoming a target, “Would you like a mirror?”

“...Smart mech, though I am not shocked. You always were a resourceful one.” He nodded at Trepan’s question, interested to see what he now looked like. “...Am I the only one you managed to save?” He could not feel the others though, and presumed that they must have been killed during the attack.

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[counciloftwelve]

trepanophiliac:

Trepan hummed softly, sitting on the berth next to One as the older mech spoke, “No, it isn’t. There was an attack on the Council so many years ago. Tore everything and everyone apart. Well, almost everyone. They managed to knock you out but while the Decepticons were preoccupied with others, I hid you away, put you in stasis before removing the spark and brain to keep with me.”

He didn’t mention how he had been forced into the Decepticons nearly immediately afterwards, nor about loosing Lobe and Rossum. It was bound to come up at some point but he would hold off as long as possible.

“Cybertron is flourishing again, however. After so many years, I believe it finally safe enough that you can return to us.”

One remained silent for a time, seeming to just take it all in. It was a lot of information to absorb, and the old mech had to admit that he was quite surprised to hear what had happened. It was only a matter of time before the rebels had gotten too strong, as it seemed as if no one had made any effort to stop them.

Finally One spoke, though as he did he seemed to notice how...different his ability to speak was. “I always knew I could count on...you...” Slowly One trailed off and lifted his fingers to his face plates, eyes brightening with shock. “W....what?”

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

[trepanophiliac]

Trepan was at One’s side in an instant, carefully helping to steady the old mech. He flared his field, wrapping his former boss in a familiar presence and warmth. “Take it easy. Everything needs to settle and re-calibrate before you do any serious moving.” 

The surgeon’s voice was warm and steady as he helped One to lay once more, trilling in a soothing manner, “I am here, yes. You have been in stasis for a very long time, Councilor.”

[counciloftwelve]

“...Then my chronometer is not misleading me...” One let out a light groan, allowing Trepan to lay him back down. He allowed his system the time it needed to re-calibrate, focusing his gaze on Trepan, expression blank as he was not used to having a face to express with, nor had he yet realized he now possessed one.

“...What has happened to me?”

[trepanophiliac]

Revival

@counciloftwelve

The state of Cybertron was recovering enough that Trepan thought it high time for his most heavily guarded ‘prize’ could be rebuilt.

Before the war, Trepan had an oddly good relationship with the Council, while clearly favoring the highest of them. He had admired the Council; he was their pet, after all, and it had come with some amazing perks. When the attack on the Council came, however, he had chosen to hide the Founder of the Council away in deep stasis- or rather, his frame for later use. Trepan had kept his brain module and spark in a stabilizer carefully tucked away in his subspace until such a time he could go searching out the Councilor’s frame and bring him back.

Of course, he couldn’t keep the Councilor in his original frame without stripping and rebuilding it as it would draw too much attention but he kept the color scheme of antique gold and dark red. The only major difference?

He had sculpted a face for the old mech, one regal looking and fitting for someone of such high standing. 

Perhaps Trepan was too fond of his old boss, but whatever the case, he spent hours recreating his frame before finally being able to place the spark and brain back where they belonged.

[counciloftwelve]

Waking up was like coming out of a deep fog, and at first One did not know what was going on. As the old mech’s systems began to boot up, feeling began to return once more to his limbs. Everything felt off and if his chronometer was to be believed... One’s optics shot open with a gasping of his vents, and he looked around rapidly to see what was going on. Unfortunately the fast movement caused his sensors to nearly overload and it was lucky he had been sitting down.

He lay still for some time then, just waiting for the room to come back into focus. He could sense another mech here with him, though the presence was a familiar one. “......Trepan....”

[poeticsuggestion]

people? caring for me? loving me? sticking around? sounds fake must be after something

[counciloftwelve]

(Holy fucking balls well THAT was a wild ride. I guess I can come off hiatus now.)

[counciloftwelve]

((WELP THERE GOES MY COUNCIL THEORY -Watches it soar into the nearest sun- Jro you animal!))

[counciloftwelve]

((LL5 ACTUALLY KINDA SAVED MY COUNCIL THEORY! HOT DAMN!!!!))

[counciloftwelve]

(THE PLOTS THICKENS HOLY SHIT)

[counciloftwelve]

Alright, blog is on hiatus until JRO reveals what the fuck sort of tangent he is on haha! I want to try and stay canon, so I am going to wait it out. Until then, I will be lurking!

[counciloftwelve]

((WELP THERE GOES MY COUNCIL THEORY -Watches it soar into the nearest sun- Jro you animal!))

[counciloftwelve]

((Sorry I haven’t been on much guys, I will try to be more active soon. Just been tired a lot.))

[rebelliousredknight]

(( rereading LL#3 and I am SO salty about Rung’s alt mode. There has to be more to it. 

I refuse to accept this without further explanation, JRo. )) 

[rebelliousredknight]

(( idk tho. Someone brought up some interesting points about it earlier.

1. Rung is a Triple Changer. Doubtful tho.

2. That isn’t him. Doubtful.

OR

3. He is a tool of Adaptus, able to shift into multiple forms to meet current needs and circumstances.  Now that would be considered dangerous to the Council.

Someone who can transform into anything? Thousands of times worse than someone who can’t transform at all. 

The last time we saw him transform, it was some sort of gun(?) device that was small enough for Swerve to hold. That might be his base alt mode and Swerve figured out how to activate it. Six-of-Twelve wants to reach Vector Sigma so Rung transforms into the only thing that can do it: the mining drill.))

[rebelliousredknight]

(( i’m also thinking about other things relating to this too. How do you call/classify someone who can turn into anything?

You can’t.

So the council had his memory and knowledge of his alt mode wiped, gave him a false classification and that backpack to cover up what they’d discovered, as well to greatly lessen the likeliness of anyone finding out about it too.

I like the idea that they fear Rung for what he can do. ))

[rebelliousredknight]

(( I WANT RUNG TO BE THE KEY TO LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYTHING ))

[counciloftwelve]

((-bows- My theory ya’ll. Glad I don’t need to type it up XD))

[counciloftwelve]

A mysterious someone left a bouquet for the council. Black roses (hatred) and lavender (distrust) wrapped in newspaper. As if an afterthought, a single protea is left as well. For the humor of it.

One immediately steps on the flowers, smashing them underfoot with a sneer in his field. “Pathetic organic filth.” He turns then and summons a janitorial class mech to clean up the mess before walking out, leading the others behind him.

Before the flowers can be swept away however, one council member leans down and plucks the miraculously unharmed protea into his hands. He tilts his helm to the side to study the flower before hastily shoving it into subspace and hurrying after the others.