blast from the past

[Independent RP blog for a Predacon OC. I RP within any continuity, although I'm not familiar with all of them!] Current residence: New Avalon, his territory on Earth.

[cybersuchus]

blue-and-black-hero replied to your post:[Worried pacing and growling.]

What’s wrong?

My adopted daughter--she's been gone for some time. I'm worried something's happened to her.

[cybersuchus]

[Worried pacing and growling.]

[monstermonarch-deactivated20140]

wtf im so inactive

anyway heres a bayverse-style cychus face

[cybersuchus]

Sheila?

Where did she go this time...

[notfalcor]

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The slender dragonformer responds with a happy series of krekkrekreks clicking in his vocalizer as he leans into the grooming, his whole frame almost going limp as his neck nibbled and licks, tiny little meeps of pleasure squeaking out of his jaws. So unlike his normal deep vocalizations, he definitely looks the part of a youngling at the moment, making such tiny soft high noises. His field is almost ecstatic, little bursts of intense JOY pinging everywhere at such a simple thing as a real grooming.

Purrpurring at the nuzzle, and snuggling into the wing tuck, he plasters his slender self against the big ram, before wriggling forwards a bit, trying to drape himself over Cychus’ forelegs. His optics, amusingly, are still closed.

If he manages that he’d flip over onto his side, curling slightly into a loose curve. His helm tilts up, a soft kreel leaving his maw, a not so subtle bid for attention.

[cybersuchus]

He's quite happy to let Fallcore squirm all over him, frame deflating and spines flattening to make himself more comfortable. The nibbles and grooming continue as the smaller dragon wiggles around, Cychus determinedly keeping up and eventually bopping a paw on Fallcore's flank to keep him still.

Another laugh rumbles out of his chest as Fallcore sprawls over his forelegs--moving his injured forepaw out from beneath the smaller dragon, he cranes his head over to continue licking the younger's plating. He's a little rusty in his grooming--he hasn't exactly had the chance to cuddle up with another Predacon, after all--but he does his best.

//Enjoying ourselves?//

[cybersuchus]

Chirp?

[Cychus was in mech form as he heard the odd noise, grooming his injured servo—upon hearing the chirp he looked around, before focusing on the tiny thing at his pedes.]

… Oh! Hello, little one. Are you lost?

[awkward-ark]

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He gave the large mech a pouting glower before looking back at the injured servo. While he knew he had nothing to do with it, there was that little voice in the dark corner of his mind whispering that it was his fault. The big mech was hurt cause of him, just like mama. With a whine he tried to scale up the big mech’s leg but lost his grip and fell off halfway. He didn’t have the energy.

[cybersuchus]

Hey, now. Careful. [He reached down with his good servo and cupped it beneath the young one, helping him up onto his knee.]

Is there something wrong, little one? Do you have a name?

[citrineyoungling]

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Wow that’s a mouthful…

»A-Alright! My name is Steelix…uh…Student medic of Ratchet.«

[cybersuchus]

//A student medic? I haven't had the honor of speaking to one before. It is my pleasure, Steelix. Have you studied for long?//

[dimensioncrosser-deactivated201]

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But he’s not useless! He saved my life, Cychus! He’s a great friend, not to mention he’s hilarious at times too. [She frowned, fiddling with the edge of the blanket.] ‘m gonna miss him…

[cybersuchus]

He saved mine, too. Opened the bridge that allowed me to come here.

[He sighed, mandibles tucking back.]

Some people need time to recover from their damage. I'm sure he'll return, one day.

[dimensioncrosser-deactivated201]

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[She purred slightly, tucking her chin under the blanket.] Afraid of what though? I’m not that scary looking, am I?

[cybersuchus]

Afraid of something I have never experienced--so cannot put into words like he could.

[His gaze softened, and he slowly leaned back against the wall, keeping one servo curled around his adopted daughter.]

He dedicated his body and spark to the war. Now that it is over, he has nothing. No purpose. His profession and skills no longer benefit others. He believes himself worthless, useless, his life at an end.

[dimensioncrosser-deactivated201]

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[She stretched out, yawning and then curling back up, starting to get drowsy from the warmth.] I just don’t get it, Dad. Why’d he leave? I mean, did one of us piss him off or something??

[cybersuchus]

[He felt his spark swell slightly, accompanying the smile that broke out across his usually stoic face. Setting the cyborg on his knee, he tucked her favorite blanket around her form, touching a claw to her shoulder gently.]

He was afraid.

[dimensioncrosser-deactivated201]

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… I don’t know. [She stares at the paper shreds not far from her.] I suddenly got really angry again, so I tore it up with my claws.

[cybersuchus]

[He reached for the cyborg with his good servo, gently lifting her and cradling her against his warm chestplate.]

I understand, sheila.

[dimensioncrosser-deactivated201]

I’ve been questioning the meaning of the universe all day.

Also, I tore up a picture of Kat I was drawing. I feel better now for some reason.

[cybersuchus]

Sheila, why did you do that?

[cybersuchus]

Chirp?

[Cychus was in mech form as he heard the odd noise, grooming his injured servo—upon hearing the chirp he looked around, before focusing on the tiny thing at his pedes.]

… Oh! Hello, little one. Are you lost?

[awkward-ark]

He perched his front pedes on the large mech’s leg as he looked up at it’s injured servo. He gave a soft whine. He didn’t like seeing others hurt.

[cybersuchus]

Hmm? [His scarred helm tilted slightly, single optic narrowing curiously as he follows the youngling's gaze. Relaxing again, he smiled.] My servo has been like that for a long time, little one. Don't worry.

[notfalcor]

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Fallcore finishes his own portion after a while, finally just munching up the last bit, and swallowing it with a happy rumbly purr. Closing his optics as he leans against Cychus, basking in the warmth and care, even tilting his helm up at the steam so it could get into the softer plating of his throat. 

He would radiate back a desperation for touch that bordered on pain, and the sheer joy he was getting from something as simple as protective wing snuggles was staggering. He felt right being snugged against such a huge frame, he felt wanted. Goodhappyjoy. He is almost vibrating with enjoyment.

In response to the click, he purrs even harder, stretching out alongside the bigger dragon, blindly tilting his helm up towards the other in a seeking gesture. Nuzzles? Maybe? Please? Just a little one? Oof, have a tiny thread in his otherwise pleased, sated and relaxed field of begging for contact there. 

[cybersuchus]

The sheer level of happiness flaring in the other dragon's field leaves Cychus almost dizzy, sensors peaking and going haywire before he reels himself in. His muzzle twitched into a gaping smile, chest expanding with another cycle of his vents and releasing a low, happy chufchufchuf that curls as steam from his open jaws.

Turning his head to the other, he pulled his scarred lips back from his teeth and nibbled a gentle line down Fallcore's neck, laving away with his barbed and velcro-like tongue. Stopping at the smaller dragon's shoulders, he leaned back to give the side of his jaw a comforting nuzzle, wing tucking tighter around the skinny frame.

[notfalcor]

Hiding from Reality (Closed RP)

[notfalcor]

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Fallcore huffs, twisting slightly to the side as he flies, //I didn’t want anything to do with him, myself. He didn’t give me a choice.//

A low hum escapes him as he flies, debating just going straight up to fly above Cychus, his energy levels already dropping into You Are a Stupidhead Fallcore range. He just bites the bullet and admits it, grumpily muttering, //I just…haven’t had the will to fuel lately. For a ridiculous reason, no less.//

He huffs softly and falls silent as he is brushed with that calming field, flaring back a weak thank you, determinedly flying on his own until his rear thrusters start to sputter the tiniest bit, only then does he grasp for more height, struggling to arrange himself above Cychus.

He pours more energy into his engines, forcing the pale opal solar panels lining his sides to open despite their speed, supping on what radiation he can get as his conversion plant grinds into action. It was a risk, and he knew it…he’d had panels torn off completely trying to before, but he carefully tilts them up, absorbing what he can as he flies.

//Assuming I don’t lose a panel, bleed out, fall and die, this should stop me from crashing from lack of energy before we get there.// He sounds ALMOST apologetic, still grumpy, but a little more accepting now that he could possibly depend on the massive dragon below him to save his skinny aft. //It should be fine, really.//

[cybersuchus]

The old ram remains level, head tilted up to watch the smaller struggle in the air above him. His field prickles with worry, and he slows the pace slightly, anything to prevent those opal scales from being damaged. Fallcore's not going to feel warm and comfortable in the cave if his frame is battered, after all.

Tucking a wing, he slowly turned to one side, frame casting a rippling shadow over the mountains as their surroundings slowly became more rocky. Guiding Fallcore on through the pass, towards the crag he called home, he twisted his head around to look at him once more.

//If you fall, I will catch you. When we get back, I suggest you lay outside the cave for a while--we have a few hours of sunlight left. I will hunt down a meal for you.//

[citrineyoungling]

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»Hello s-sir! May I ask what your designation is?«

[cybersuchus]

//No need to call me 'sir', child. I am Cychus, keeper of New Avalon and marked-alpha of the Clan, Earth-born Predacon. You would be?//

[citrineyoungling]

Greet time!

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[cybersuchus]

//Hello, little one! A pleasure to meet you.//