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[holos-prim]

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[holos-prim]

OOC question (sideblog is @afloatindarkness ) Is the portal open starter meant to be used for anyone's OC to be able to just walk right out of it?

Yes!

[one-and-only-alpha-trion]

Would you let Optimus date anyone?

“He’s a grown mech. He’s more likely to find a significant other, unlike my over-thirteen-million-year-old niece @holos-prim who’s never been on a date.”

[holos-prim]

“…”

“Rude.”

[holos-prim]

“…”

The gilded femme squints.

“My uncle Vector left the portal in his tearoom open again. Is he expecting someone over or…?”

[holos-prim]

I totally forgot this blog lol

Still gotta revamp stuff here

[holos-prim]

You know, sometimes I wonder if Holos like, doesn’t always read facial expressions well. And literally had to take a class to get an inkling of how they work, but try as she might her brain doesn’t 100% catch on.

It would led to many a fun miscommunication.

[shiningsilverarmor]

@holos-prim

“Oh hello there! Are you a knight as well?”

Not only was he indeed a knight, though proclaimed, but one already showcasing himself knee bent down and a deepest helm bow for his glorious introduction.

"Aye, your sight sees true. I am Silverblade," or so he remembered, "Ally to my kind and to those of the innocence."

[holos-prim]

“Well if that’s the case and you ever want more knightly company, feel free to stop by the K.o.C fortress sometime. The more the merrier!” The gold and red femme said with a grin as she did a half-curtsy in return.

[holos-prim]

Rules and Regs:

1. No god-modding:

Don't know what that means? Here's a handy dandy chart that explains it!

It you plan to do giant changes to the plot or cause damage to my muse, discuss it with me beforehand.

2. Mun does not equal muse:

A character may say or do something that I wouldn't do or say or believe in real life.

3. Shipping:

Holos is straight, and despite existing for around 11 million years since the time of The Original Thirteen Primes- she’s inexperienced in the art of courtship as she’s never dated anyone. (Being the spawn of The Fallen tends to kill off any romantic interests of would-be suitors).

Each romantic relationship is considered its own AU as she prefers exclusive relationships. I'm okay with minor suggestive jokes and all that in the asks, provided that the sender is of age.

4. Do you do Nsft stuff?:

Nope! The most you'll get is a fade to black scenario. I won't rp it. But I'm fine with casual stuff like kissing or handholding or stuff like that if our muses are dating.

5. Oc and multiverse friendly!:

Not sure what prompt to use? A portal gone wrong or just a message via comms should do the trick.

No need to ask to rp! Just send a casual ask with a prompt of some kind!

This blog is multiverse friendly! No need to be part of one universe or fandom to rp.

6. Magic anons:

I will choose which ones I wanna do out of the ones y'all send, I might even hoard some for later on a rainy day. Keep nsft out of those.

7. I'm a Semi-selective rp'er:

I'll rp with almost anyone, but I have the right to say if I don't vibe with it. If you harass people or ignore the rules, I won't be for that and I would totally like- not intact with you or your muse. No jerks or drama allowed.

(my brain can't properly process the passage of time due to a processing disorder so feel free to send me a message to remind me that I need to reply to a ask or a thread.)

You don't have to match length or have proper Oscar worthy writing here:

I'm severely dyslexic myself and have trouble with spelling and grammar. As long as it's generally readable and we both understand what our muses are saying and doing, I won't mind.

[shiningsilverarmor]

             Wʜᴇɴ TWO ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ SHINES ~ ✧

                                                                Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ/Sɪʟᴠᴇʀʙʟᴀᴅᴇ | Rᴜʟᴇs | Cᴀʀʀᴅ 

[dozydawn]

Hunt & Roskell oak leaf and acorn tiara, c. 1855.

[predakings-den]

From @holos-prim

The gold and red femme glanced up from her rune translation work and at the large and regal looking being.

She had been pretending to not notice him staring at her the past several days as she did tasks at the desk that Shockwave had assigned her, but found it increasingly difficult to keep up the charade.

“Is there somethin’ I can help you with sir?” She finally inquired.

Predaking wasn’t leering, if that’s what the femme was assuming. A few days ago, Shockwave held a brief conversation with him, explaining to not bother her work, before heading off to his lab. Not surprised by the cold shoulder, he simply decided to watch from afar.

There wasn’t really a way to be subtle with his minor observations without being overbearing when Predaking’s rather tall, towering even Megatron by a few. So when her vocalizer interrupts the silence of the room and awknowleges his presence, he perks up suddenly.

He slinks over to the desk, his optics collecting details of the femme, and her work so far.

“Only in giving information. Who are you? I haven’t seen you around before, and your scent certainly doesn’t seem familiar so what are you doing here for Shockwave?” He leans against the desk, shooting questions that sounded a bit accusatory of her intentions.

He could be genuinely curious and simply doesn’t know how to reel back his tone. Lately, interactions outside of his missions has left him somewhat inexperienced in engaging with other bots properly, unless they were superiors.

[holos-prim]

Holos tilted her helm to one side as she processed the inquiry, letting his E.M. field brush against hers as he rested against the sturdy piece of furniture.

It didn’t necessarily feel prickly or angry to her. Mostly just oozing curiosity, but it still felt like it had a bit of ‘spice’ to it. A bit of prideful territorial protectiveness or dangerousness perhaps? Whatever it was- it made her instinctively and subtly shrink back a bit.

She took in a long, slow deep breath before giving the mech her answer.

“I’m called Holos. I’m translating stuff on relics that’s written in primal vernacular. Megatron… ‘hired’ me for the gig.”

Aka, Megatron had snatched her off the battlefield and threatened her into compliance. It hadn’t been her plan to be sought out by the warlord, but she had learned by now that it was better to roll with the punches.

[predakings-den]

“Hope you don’t plan on escaping. I happen to be quite skilled in catching prey…”

His defenses are still a bit prickly even if she is just a simple translator. Often times, Predaking felt the need to establish his place amongst unfamiliar bots. Mainly Predacon instinct, behavioral code stemming from eons ago.

His optics drift back to her findings. “And what do you have so far in terms of this work Megatron has you slaving away over..?” He may be a giant bruiser but the Predacon does have a small thing for history, or at least the small desire to try and understand.

[holos-prim]

“As if I’d actually make it that far. As for your other question- not much.” Holos admitted.

“Two datapads/tablets that turned out to be ancient restaurant menus, a vase that mentions a legend of two of the original thirteen primes gettin’ drunk for the first time, and a weird round doohickey… that I still don’t know what it does. It’s looks to have a combination lock of some sort.”

[predakings-den]

He leans his face on his servo. “Menus and drunken tales? Seems so… menial and mundane. Are most runes and artifacts like this?” He decides to take a look at the ‘doohickey’, picking it up gingerly to inspect it himself. It’s not familiar to his memory banks but then again, he wished he had kept something from his ancestors, aside from vague feelings and intuition.

“What does Megatron expect to gain out of this?” He absentmindedly fidgets with the combination lock.

[holos-prim]

It was an ornately decorated little golden bauble, various swirling embossed lines decorating its shiny and mirror-like surface.

Holos bit her tone and resisted the urge to scold her new acquaintance for grabbing a potentially delicate artifact without asking a professional, quickly remembering the fact that she was a glorified prisoner.

“Either a relic of power or useful information from the ancients probably.” Holos said with a shrug.

“He isn’t entirely sure what exactly he has in that vault of his because he can’t read primal vernacular.”

[predakings-den]

He had a sudden urge to snatch it for himself. Shiny and intricate by design. It would go great with his nesting...

He clears his processor of that train of thought and pretends to inspect it some more just so he could hold onto it for a bit. “Well, Megatron could be onto something…” not that he cared.

He glances off to the side and leans more onto the desk. “Have you ever came across any Predacon artifacts in your line of work before?” His voice seemed a bit softer, tender as he wanted to know more of his people but Decepticon data banks held little but vague tellings and details of what happened to them, and nothing of before the Great Cataclysm.

[holos-prim]

That question caught Holos off guard for a moment. Most people didn’t bother to ask her about Onyx-children related history, and the few that did often accused her of making her answers up and got cross with her for not going along with ‘all predacons were evil and cannibalistic monsters’ theory that most modern mecha like to insist was truth.

“Um yesss…?” The gold and red knight answered hesitantly as she shifted in her seat, uncertain if he would get upset at her claim.

“Anythin’ from pottery to dwellings to tapestries. Even the occasional spear. Why ya ask?”

[predakings-den]

From @holos-prim

The gold and red femme glanced up from her rune translation work and at the large and regal looking being.

She had been pretending to not notice him staring at her the past several days as she did tasks at the desk that Shockwave had assigned her, but found it increasingly difficult to keep up the charade.

“Is there somethin’ I can help you with sir?” She finally inquired.

Predaking wasn’t leering, if that’s what the femme was assuming. A few days ago, Shockwave held a brief conversation with him, explaining to not bother her work, before heading off to his lab. Not surprised by the cold shoulder, he simply decided to watch from afar.

There wasn’t really a way to be subtle with his minor observations without being overbearing when Predaking’s rather tall, towering even Megatron by a few. So when her vocalizer interrupts the silence of the room and awknowleges his presence, he perks up suddenly.

He slinks over to the desk, his optics collecting details of the femme, and her work so far.

“Only in giving information. Who are you? I haven’t seen you around before, and your scent certainly doesn’t seem familiar so what are you doing here for Shockwave?” He leans against the desk, shooting questions that sounded a bit accusatory of her intentions.

He could be genuinely curious and simply doesn’t know how to reel back his tone. Lately, interactions outside of his missions has left him somewhat inexperienced in engaging with other bots properly, unless they were superiors.

[holos-prim]

Holos tilted her helm to one side as she processed the inquiry, letting his E.M. field brush against hers as he rested against the sturdy piece of furniture.

It didn’t necessarily feel prickly or angry to her. Mostly just oozing curiosity, but it still felt like it had a bit of ‘spice’ to it. A bit of prideful territorial protectiveness or dangerousness perhaps? Whatever it was- it made her instinctively and subtly shrink back a bit.

She took in a long, slow deep breath before giving the mech her answer.

“I’m called Holos. I’m translating stuff on relics that’s written in primal vernacular. Megatron… ‘hired’ me for the gig.”

Aka, Megatron had snatched her off the battlefield and threatened her into compliance. It hadn’t been her plan to be sought out by the warlord, but she had learned by now that it was better to roll with the punches.

[predakings-den]

“Hope you don’t plan on escaping. I happen to be quite skilled in catching prey…”

His defenses are still a bit prickly even if she is just a simple translator. Often times, Predaking felt the need to establish his place amongst unfamiliar bots. Mainly Predacon instinct, behavioral code stemming from eons ago.

His optics drift back to her findings. “And what do you have so far in terms of this work Megatron has you slaving away over..?” He may be a giant bruiser but the Predacon does have a small thing for history, or at least the small desire to try and understand.

[holos-prim]

“As if I’d actually make it that far. As for your other question- not much.” Holos admitted.

“Two datapads/tablets that turned out to be ancient restaurant menus, a vase that mentions a legend of two of the original thirteen primes gettin’ drunk for the first time, and a weird round doohickey… that I still don’t know what it does. It’s looks to have a combination lock of some sort.”

[predakings-den]

He leans his face on his servo. “Menus and drunken tales? Seems so… menial and mundane. Are most runes and artifacts like this?” He decides to take a look at the ‘doohickey’, picking it up gingerly to inspect it himself. It’s not familiar to his memory banks but then again, he wished he had kept something from his ancestors, aside from vague feelings and intuition.

“What does Megatron expect to gain out of this?” He absentmindedly fidgets with the combination lock.

[holos-prim]

It was an ornately decorated little golden bauble, various swirling embossed lines decorating its shiny and mirror-like surface.

Holos bit her tone and resisted the urge to scold her new acquaintance for grabbing a potentially delicate artifact without asking a professional, quickly remembering the fact that she was a glorified prisoner.

“Either a relic of power or useful information from the ancients probably.” Holos said with a shrug.

“He isn’t entirely sure what exactly he has in that vault of his because he can’t read primal vernacular.”

[predakings-den]

From @holos-prim

The gold and red femme glanced up from her rune translation work and at the large and regal looking being.

She had been pretending to not notice him staring at her the past several days as she did tasks at the desk that Shockwave had assigned her, but found it increasingly difficult to keep up the charade.

“Is there somethin’ I can help you with sir?” She finally inquired.

Predaking wasn’t leering, if that’s what the femme was assuming. A few days ago, Shockwave held a brief conversation with him, explaining to not bother her work, before heading off to his lab. Not surprised by the cold shoulder, he simply decided to watch from afar.

There wasn’t really a way to be subtle with his minor observations without being overbearing when Predaking’s rather tall, towering even Megatron by a few. So when her vocalizer interrupts the silence of the room and awknowleges his presence, he perks up suddenly.

He slinks over to the desk, his optics collecting details of the femme, and her work so far.

“Only in giving information. Who are you? I haven’t seen you around before, and your scent certainly doesn’t seem familiar so what are you doing here for Shockwave?” He leans against the desk, shooting questions that sounded a bit accusatory of her intentions.

He could be genuinely curious and simply doesn’t know how to reel back his tone. Lately, interactions outside of his missions has left him somewhat inexperienced in engaging with other bots properly, unless they were superiors.

[holos-prim]

Holos tilted her helm to one side as she processed the inquiry, letting his E.M. field brush against hers as he rested against the sturdy piece of furniture.

It didn’t necessarily feel prickly or angry to her. Mostly just oozing curiosity, but it still felt like it had a bit of ‘spice’ to it. A bit of prideful territorial protectiveness or dangerousness perhaps? Whatever it was- it made her instinctively and subtly shrink back a bit.

She took in a long, slow deep breath before giving the mech her answer.

“I’m called Holos. I’m translating stuff on relics that’s written in primal vernacular. Megatron… ‘hired’ me for the gig.”

Aka, Megatron had snatched her off the battlefield and threatened her into compliance. It hadn’t been her plan to be sought out by the warlord, but she had learned by now that it was better to roll with the punches.

[predakings-den]

“Hope you don’t plan on escaping. I happen to be quite skilled in catching prey…”

His defenses are still a bit prickly even if she is just a simple translator. Often times, Predaking felt the need to establish his place amongst unfamiliar bots. Mainly Predacon instinct, behavioral code stemming from eons ago.

His optics drift back to her findings. “And what do you have so far in terms of this work Megatron has you slaving away over..?” He may be a giant bruiser but the Predacon does have a small thing for history, or at least the small desire to try and understand.

[holos-prim]

“As if I’d actually make it that far. As for your other question- not much.” Holos admitted.

“Two datapads/tablets that turned out to be ancient restaurant menus, a vase that mentions a legend of two of the original thirteen primes gettin’ drunk for the first time, and a weird round doohickey… that I still don’t know what it does. It’s looks to have a combination lock of some sort.”

[predakings-den]

From @holos-prim

The gold and red femme glanced up from her rune translation work and at the large and regal looking being.

She had been pretending to not notice him staring at her the past several days as she did tasks at the desk that Shockwave had assigned her, but found it increasingly difficult to keep up the charade.

“Is there somethin’ I can help you with sir?” She finally inquired.

Predaking wasn’t leering, if that’s what the femme was assuming. A few days ago, Shockwave held a brief conversation with him, explaining to not bother her work, before heading off to his lab. Not surprised by the cold shoulder, he simply decided to watch from afar.

There wasn’t really a way to be subtle with his minor observations without being overbearing when Predaking’s rather tall, towering even Megatron by a few. So when her vocalizer interrupts the silence of the room and awknowleges his presence, he perks up suddenly.

He slinks over to the desk, his optics collecting details of the femme, and her work so far.

“Only in giving information. Who are you? I haven’t seen you around before, and your scent certainly doesn’t seem familiar so what are you doing here for Shockwave?” He leans against the desk, shooting questions that sounded a bit accusatory of her intentions.

He could be genuinely curious and simply doesn’t know how to reel back his tone. Lately, interactions outside of his missions has left him somewhat inexperienced in engaging with other bots properly, unless they were superiors.

[holos-prim]

Holos tilted her helm to one side as she processed the inquiry, letting his E.M. field brush against hers as he rested against the sturdy piece of furniture.

It didn’t necessarily feel prickly or angry to her. Mostly just oozing curiosity, but it still felt like it had a bit of ‘spice’ to it. A bit of prideful territorial protectiveness or dangerousness perhaps? Whatever it was- it made her instinctively and subtly shrink back a bit.

She took in a long, slow deep breath before giving the mech her answer.

“I’m called Holos. I’m translating stuff on relics that’s written in primal vernacular. Megatron… ‘hired’ me for the gig.”

Aka, Megatron had snatched her off the battlefield and threatened her into compliance. It hadn’t been her plan to be sought out by the warlord, but she had learned by now that it was better to roll with the punches.

[tiftaf-the-world-jumper]

[holos-prim]

Oh Holos, you sweet, sweet summer child

[holos-prim]

Rose stood back, she looked at the small dark vent, there was no way in the pits that she was going to crawl through there. The young warrior shook her head.

“that’s too small. i’m not going in there.”

“Ugh same. I don’t care if Fowler believes a relic is in that goopy mess! Besides, I don’t sense nothin’ down there. I don’t know where he got that info from- but I think it’s bogus.” The gold and red Cybertronian grumbled.

[sweet-little-bumblebee]

Rose took a step back, she was usually next to fearless in battle but here she was being bested by a vent

“I don’t care if the relic is in there, I’m not going in there after it”

[holos-prim]

“Sooo… I vote that I comm HQ and say this was a miss instead of a hit. What say you?” Holos inquired as she transformed into a short pale woman with pink hair and red glasses.

She had gotten tired of crouching to get to other folk’s eye level.

So, the knight decided in the end that she’d prefer her much shorter alt mode and look up at people as opposed to straining her knees.

[sweet-little-bumblebee]

Rose tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear,

“Yeah, go ahead, call it in, say the mission was a bust”

[holos-prim]

The knight of Cybertron gave a simple nod of acknowledgment before pressing a button that was on the comm unit disguised as a Bluetooth device and giving the Autobot’s liaison the news.

With that task completed, the two cyber-organics suddenly found themselves having some unexpected free time.

“So uh, you feel like doing anything? It could be fun.” Holos asked LightRose after hanging up.

[sweet-little-bumblebee]

Rose let Holos call in the news, she stood near by kicking her feet lightly in the dirt, when the call was done Rose shifted her gaze hearing the question she gave a shrug

“Yeah, sure, what did you have in mind? Anything in particular?”

[holos-prim]

“I have a ton of beadin’ supplies? Not sure you’d find it boring like Smokescreen does…” Holos suggested.