Shattered Glass Kaon

"Tarn... are you there?"

“I am here, love.” Tarn took Kaon’s servo and guided it to his chest.

Kaon pressed in close, nuzzling the DJD leader and purring softly, “Missed you...”

Greetings

“I have returned. Would anyone care to fill me in on what I’ve missed?”

#Open

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“I don’t believe we’ve met but you are certainly welcome to some candy.”

#leafrabbit #:-) hello

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“Here you are, my friend.”

#littleblueseeker

Evil Tarn

cruel-singer answered: Do you have some sour treats?

“In the spirit of the occasion...”

#cruelsinger

Smokescreen

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answered your

question

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Would anyone care for some candy?

ME ME ME ME ME ME MEEMEMEEEEEEEE

“Here you go then, my friend.”

#asksmokescreen

Would anyone care for some candy?

#halloween

Like for a starter?

((I’ll do some if they’re wanted when I finish work tomorrow.))

Kaon relaxed cross-legged on the ground, his twins curled up napping on his chest, and a soft smile grew on his faceplates as a warmth of another’s field washed over him. Calming and gentle, the massage chair was soothed in a way rarely managed by others.

Curious, his own energies responded, bright and friendly as they welcomed the stranger closer. “Hello,” empty sockets turned towards the mech, “who are you?”

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golden optics widened in surprise. he hadn’t even fully materialized in the corporeal realm, and this one had sensed his presence.

Tyrest was impressed.

“i am Tyrest,” the Judge murmured, once he had come to be, hovering in the space near Kaon. so, this one could not see, but feel. “forgive me if i interrupted you,” he said, implying the two little ones that were resting.

#judextyrestae #sorry this is late

The teal mech smiled softly at him, “Hello, Tyrest, I am Kaon. It is quite alright, they are sleeping quite soundly, no bother has been done.” His field gave a curious flicker, warm and welcoming, “Forgive me, are you of this verse? My little ones and I were just visiting for a safe place to play and here seemed quiet enough. I hope we are not intruding...”

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On holiday without internet access.

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#OOC

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embers.

the sparks of another realm, a mirror existence. they were still a bit of a mystery to Tyrest, something unusual and exotic, yet still beautiful. still strong enough to gain his attention across time and space.

this one seemed giving, tender, an example of what some could use more of. it made the Judge feel somewhat at peace when he happened by this individual, and he couldn’t help but share the feeling, letting his own wandering aura radiate serenly.

#judextyrestae #((Hello :-).))#sorry this is late

Kaon relaxed cross-legged on the ground, his twins curled up napping on his chest, and a soft smile grew on his faceplates as a warmth of another’s field washed over him. Calming and gentle, the massage chair was soothed in a way rarely managed by others.

Curious, his own energies responded, bright and friendly as they welcomed the stranger closer. “Hello,” empty sockets turned towards the mech, “who are you?”

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“I have been meaning to do that for about a year,” Kaon gave Rodimus a Look but his face was on the verge of breaking into a grin and there was a giggle in his voice, “for giving Trepan that Rodimus Star.”

“Oh, that.” Now Rodimus felt slightly sheepish. “I guess I deserved it then. I don’t want anything - or anyone - to come between you and your mates. Trepan’s a friend though. Giving him a Rodimus Star seemed oddly appropriate.”

The crimson mech grinned back - well aware that this meeting could have gone far worse. Luckily, Kaon wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

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“Yes, that,” Kaon’s field was full of playful amusement and gentle teasing. “I know you wouldn’t, but it was rather unkind, don’t you think?“ Another flick, “Not appropriate.”

#captainrodimus

Kaon flicked Rodimus on the nose. Why? Because he had been meaning to for quite some time. Was the issue dead and laid to rest? Yes. But there it was.

“What did you do that for? What did I ever do to you? Kaon, don’t you see what’s happening here? First you just flick my nose - all innocent like - but then, next thing you know…BAM! You’re hunting down rogue-Decepticons like your mean counterpart.”

“I have been meaning to do that for about a year,” Kaon gave Rodimus a Look but his face was on the verge of breaking into a grin and there was a giggle in his voice, “for giving Trepan that Rodimus Star.”

#captainrodimus

Training session

Tarn’s field relished the invitation, replying with a warm pulse of his own. He braced and arm at the opposite of his teammate, blocking his way out a second time that afternoon. “A stalemate sounds so bad in my processors… my coding keeps nagging me, spurring me to make you submit in order to fix it.”

Kaon’s breathing hitched as he sensed himself being trapped in, a coy smile growing on his faceplates, “Make me submit, Commander?” he breathed, field teasing, “And how would you do that?”

“Hmm…” Tarn hummed, as if he had to think long about it before reaching a conclusion. It was all theatrics, of course. “I have an idea of two…” He purred, trailing the tips of his digits along Kaon’s sides and thighs.

“Ahhh, you intend to take advantage of your poor, pinned subordinate,” Kaon arched into the touch, words and field playful...

Training session

“I agree.” Tarn nodded, propping the weight of his upper half on still shaky arms. “And how will we tip the scales? Do you need a rematch?” He loomed slightly over the blind mech.

“Ahhh, you propose to defeat me now, while I am too exhausted to fight back, you evil mech,” Kaon giggled teasingly, field giving an inviting pulse.

Tarn’s field relished the invitation, replying with a warm pulse of his own. He braced and arm at the opposite of his teammate, blocking his way out a second time that afternoon. “A stalemate sounds so bad in my processors… my coding keeps nagging me, spurring me to make you submit in order to fix it.”

Kaon’s breathing hitched as he sensed himself being trapped in, a coy smile growing on his faceplates, “Make me submit, Commander?” he breathed, field teasing, “And how would you do that?”

Training session

Tarn turned his helm to watch the blind mech lying on the floor beside him. A curious optic ridge rose behind his mask when he caught sight of Kaon’s servos tracing his own frame. Rolling to his side he scooted closer, reaching out to stroke one of the buzzing coils. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not at all,” Kaon purred, a small giggle in the words, “I just meant that it gives us both an advantage others wouldn’t. Had I not known your frame so well, I would not have been able to act quickly enough to drive you away, and you would have won. As it stands, I believe we came to a stalemate, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I agree.” Tarn nodded, propping the weight of his upper half on still shaky arms. “And how will we tip the scales? Do you need a rematch?” He loomed slightly over the blind mech.

"Ahhh, you propose to defeat me now, while I am too exhausted to fight back, you evil mech," Kaon giggled teasingly, field giving an inviting pulse.