s c o u t.

[resoundingstrings]

“That won’t be necessary.” It was kind of the stranger to offer, but Echo couldn’t let her do all the work! This was Echo’s job, and she felt bad having to stop a festival goer in the first place. She nodded to the crates on the ground. “These ones will be enough. I can carry the rest. Thank you, Miss.” She hoped that was a proper form of address. Echo had seen many different races in the city, but she’d never spoken to anyone like the robot towering above her.

[duowheeled]

     DESPITE HAVING such a large automaton in front of her person, the stranger still practices modesty. It’s something that Arcee finds... Strangely endearing, in a way. So much so that the Autobot can’t help as a small smile appears onto her faceplate, a metal brow quirking as she stars down at the other.

     ❝ Just Arcee is fine. ❞

     ❝ Anyways, where are we taking these to? ❞

[duowheeled]

rinascite replied to your post:    FOR SOME reason or another as the Autobot...

thats my daughter now

[duowheeled]

scavengess replied to your post:   FOR SOME reason or another as the Autobot...

NO THEY ARE GOOD FRIEND CHOICES.

[duowheeled]

     FOR SOME reason or another as the Autobot goes about her day, she feels as if Rey is surrounded by bad friend choices.

[doorknobwielder]

  “I knew you had the hots for me. Probably my boyish good looks.”

[duowheeled]

     ❝ Yeah, I really can’t resist guys in red. ❞

[bellatoros-deactivated20181211]

          “hey now, i’ll close my eyes if it makes y’feel better.” he offered with a hint of mischief in his tone, perching his servos on his hips.

that smirk was wiped off his face however, as she presented him with a box. not a chuckle sounded, nor one to be spotted on the horizon, only intrigue lighting his optics as he leaned in. spidering his digits just shy of the lid for a moment, he finally lifted it back… to be met with a pleasant chime, along with the rotating model of an Earth bull.

and the correlation, rather than breeding laughter, instead gives way to a renewed smile, though gentle.

          “… aw. you’re makin’ me blush, ‘cee.” contrary to the quip, there was a genuine fondness in his regard as he watched the figure dance, and the music played on.

[duowheeled]

     HE HAD always been like that, for as long as she could remember.

     ALWAYS QUICK to jest about whatever he chooses but never when he had to be serious or sincere. She supposes that’s one of the many things she liked about him, despite what she may say or do at times. He is, perhaps, the only one that gets to see this side of Arcee...

     ... WHATEVER ‘THIS side’ may be.

     ❝ Well, I never thought I’d see the day. ❞ she finally lightens up, laughing lightly in return. ❝ ... I’m glad you like it, though. I’m not... The best at giving gifts or showing my appreciation at times but... You mean a lot to me, Cliff. Don’t ever forget that. ❞

[duowheeled]

doorknobwielder replied to your photo:     ❝ Now we’re finally getting somewhere. ❞

“…The fuck are YOU gonna do with a bike?”

     ❝ Give it to you, of course. Happy not birthday, Wade. ❞

[powerpunchbot-blog]

Venting a relieved little burst of static, Tailgate tried to ground himself in his processor. Okay, so he still didn’t know where his friends were, but one less thing to worry about would make a world of difference, and it sounded like now he would at least have allies, and perhaps through them, a lead..

“Well, that’s about the best-worst news I’ve heard all day! I’m just sorry to have to say I don’t recognize you..” He replied a bit sheepishly; ugh, she was probably a key player in the war, because weren’t they all, and here he was again, the bot who didn’t know Optimus Prime from Starscream.. Embarrassing. “And I think I would remember a unique design like yours, but then again, full disclosure? I kiiinda don’t remember how I wound up here to begin with.”

Which is, sadly, getting to be a trend here… 

He shook his head of his wry thoughts, pulling back to leave a more appropriate bubble of distance. “Er– Not to mention, the whole Autobot-Decepticon war? That old song and dance? Missed that minor tidbit too, so I wouldn’t go feeling too down on my reputation. But hey, maybe I’ve heard of you! Or at least skimmed your Autopedia article. What’d you say your name was? I’m Tailgate, by the way, since fair’s fair.”

[duowheeled]

     SHE DIDN’T know it had been possible for her spark to break any more than it already has within her long lifespan but in this moment, it certainly feels like it’s cracking.

     IN A way the Autobot supposes she’s grateful he’s from an earlier time; a time where he hadn’t met her yet. For him to know of his horrid downfall... The thought of him even knowing that makes the female bot feel terrible; a feeling which she tries to shake off as the other continues to speak.

     HIS RATHER cute exhalation of static, however, somehow soothes the automaton’s battered spark, even if it’s just for a brief moment.

     ❝ It’s fine, I just... ❞ ‘knew you for so long’? ‘Was your partner’? ❝ Heard about you... And your appearance. You’re hard to miss. ❞

     ❝ But that’s... Relatively normal. None of us really know how we came to be here, but here we all are now; trapped inside a brightly coloured prison. ❞ while that may sound grim, it’s simply the truth... And if anybot knew Arcee long enough, is that she delivers the truth in the most blunt way at times. It certainly doesn’t help that she’s not exactly in the best mindset at the moment, what with Tailgate making his appearance and all.

     ❝ ... My name’s Arcee. Nice to meet you, Tailgate. ❞ that hurt to say; more than he could ever imagine.

[duowheeled]

     ❝ Now we’re finally getting somewhere. ❞

[duowheeled]

@bellatoros

     TAILGATE’S ARRIVAL had been a cold slap in the faceplate to Arcee.

     NOT ONLY is one dead partner back rom the dead in this city, but now there’s two and frankly it’s tearing the Autobot apart from the inside. Every time she sees either of them she only becomes more aware of her shortcomings... Of her mistakes. Ones that she believes to be partly (or fully) responsible for both of their deaths.

     SO, WHAT is she to do now? Unsure of everything at the moment (which is confusing and irritating to Arcee herself), the bot simply speeds off by herself in the dead of night, not going to an place in particular. Before long, however, the automaton find herself in a rather secluded area of Primus knows what sector, glowing azure optics scanning the place for any potential threat...

     ... AND SHE is soon relieved to know that not a single living thing is currently within the area asides from herself. Seemingly satisfied with this fact, Arcee soon finds a spot to sit herself down and just drown herself in her thoughts...

     UNTIL SHE hears the familiar CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK of metallic feet upon the ground, steadily approaching her frame. Though usually she finds it nice of her partner to know when she’s eating away at herself in this particular instance, she didn’t want it; after all, just looking at him now makes all her mistakes flare up within her mind thank to Tailgate’s arrival.

     NOT BOTHERING to turn around to face the red-clad bot, her metallic brows instead furrow together in frustration as he draws in closer. All she wants is to be left alone; aren’t things better this way?

     ❝ I don’t want to talk about it. ❞ she states, tone surprisingly cold.

[robotic-fruitloops-blog]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth later in uglier ways.

Sigmund Freud (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[resoundingstrings]

@duowheeled·

“Excuse me. Would you mind helping me with these crates?” As part of her work, Echo had wheeled in crates of drinks to sell at the festival. Or that had been the plan until one of the wheels on the cart broke down, leaving her with more crates than she could manage. 

[duowheeled]

     SMART GIRL, asking the big robot to help her carry her crates. Though Arcee is a little surprised to see that she shows little hesitance or caution in requesting assistance from the automaton, she supposes that most people in this city have seen far stranger things during their stay here.

     ❝ Now that’s something I can definitely help with, ❞ she responds slightly in jest as she offers the smaller girl a smile, crouching down to her level. ❝ Though, I can probably carry all of these crates; not just the ones on the ground. ❞

[powerpunchbot-blog]

After hours of single-minded wandering through this foreign, baffling city and its sea of strange organics, losing count of how many pings reminding him to refuel he’d dismissed by now, and so far turning up no sign of his crew mates, Tailgate’s processing was just a mite sluggish.

I didn’t hear my name, did I…?

Though it had dimmed quite a bit through the course of his little adventure on foot (his transformation cog having offered him no more than a single depressing ‘chug’), the soft glow of his visor steadily illuminated the interloper’s features as he faced them, and quite suddenly hunger was the last thing on his mind. 

“You’re Cybertronian!!” He exclaimed rapturously, his featureless visage lighting up with a spark deep pulse of excitement as he skittered forward and clasped one of the other bots’ hands in both of his, forgetting himself. It was a rare thing, not having to stand on tiptoe just to reach. 

“Or – Or Camien, maybe..?”He wavered, hoping he hadn’t presumed incorrectly or said anything rude, then pressed on hurriedly. “Either way, love the rose gold. Oh, finally, this is such incredible luck..! ..Or maybe just narrative contrivance.” A certain incident in his recent history flickered through his processor, and his visor warped into a slightly quizzical expression as he rambled on through his nervous energy, unaware of the two-wheeler’s inner turmoil. 

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know any bots existentially depressed enough to accidentally cobble together this whole screwy city with only their mind and a pinch of holomatter, would you? Just checking for no good reason.”

[duowheeled]

     A SINGLE, painful stab resounds in the bot’s chestplate as the other begins to speak, her expression unchanging from that of shock.

     IN A way, Arcee couldn’t be sure if him not remembering her at all was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, he wouldn’t have to wonder just why she looks like she’s on the verge of tears and despair, but on the other... It’s incredibly painful to have someone you were so close to not even remember your name or what you looked like.

     UNSURE OF what to feel or how to even react, the Autobot barely listens to the other as he prattles on, only blinking in surprise upon hearing his last words. Looking at him now, she realizes that he seems a little... Different than during the time she knew him. Perhaps he comes from a time prior to when they met... And in a way, that seems to worsen the hurt the fembot feels.

     ❝ … Er... No. No, I haven’t heard anything like that. ❞ she starts with her optics closed for a moment, fighting back any tears she feels that may come to surface. She cried her spark out when Cliff arrived here and she doesn’t plan on letting that happen again... If only for Tailgate’s sake.

     ❝ You... Don’t know who I am, do you? ❞ it’s hard to hide her saddened expression and tone as she speaks once more, though she shakes her head in attempts to try and fake her normal attitude.

     ❝ ... Anyway, you’re right; I’m from Cybertron. There’s quite a few of us here, unfortunately... But all the Autobots have been looking out for each other, so you don’t really have to worry too much. ❞

[duowheeled]

[royalhighnessoflies-blog]

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@powerpunchbot

     MISTAKES.

     IF THERE was one thing that remained constant within the eccentric city, it had to be it’s mirth in reminding Arcee of her past mistakes almost constantly. What with the arrival of Cliffjumper (alive and in one piece, even) a few months back and having to relive the pain of losing her other partner before him in some sort of strange event, the Autobot found herself in almost a constant state of stress.

     ON THE bright side, she supposes, that has been decreasing as of late; mostly thanks to the efforts of Cliff but also to another clad in red, as well. With things looking slightly up for the fembot, she decides to take some time to utilize her vehicle mode for as long as she can, attempting to make herself relax in any sort of capacity... Which is difficult since she’s Arcee, after all.

     AS SHE zooms past the many streets and shops within the Hive, the automaton begins to lose herself in her thoughts. While not entirely negative for once, she does find herself wondering just what course of action she and the other Autobots should make...

     AND YET as a familiar flash of white reflects in her rearview mirror as she passes by, the bot transforms almost immediately back into her regular mode, standing up quietly with some hesitance.

     THERE’S NO way that could be him... Could it? Finding herself frightened to the point where she refuses to turn around, the Autobot attempts to collect herself. Surely she must have mistaken that one’s colours for his... He couldn’t really be here... Right?

     AND YET as she slowly turns her frame to look at the other bot in the distance, she feels her entire system go cold. Once again she’s faced with a ghost of her past; one of which she had seen brutally murdered right before her very optics. Though she doesn’t want to approach, instead running away to avoid the truth that Tailgate is here, Arcee’s body begins to move on its own... And before long, she finds herself standing a few yards away from the other.

     ❝ ... Tailgate...? ❞ is all she finds herself mumbling, words barely audible as she speaks.