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[askboxmemes]

True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

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((Yes, hello, I’m still alive. >.>))

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unknownsoldiers‌:

It’s a strange feeling, having been there for Prowl for so long, then to have another not recall him at all. Lieutenant tries to insist to himself that not everyone is a universal constant, and he probably died pretty young in that universe. Still, it hurts. It shouldn’t, but it does. Interacting with a Prowl is funny like that.

He starts to open his mouth to explain, before he stalls. The last Prowl he spoke to wasn’t all too pleased about him being alive. It’s still a complicated issue that only grows worse by the day. He can’t focus on that now, although it does affect him.

What does distract him though is the ‘willing to admit’ and ‘complain’ comments Prowl mentions. Now there’s a universal constant. It frustrating the avian so. :: Pure shame that they would, Sir. There are hard choices you have had to make over the years I know that many blame you for, but looking at them, you have rarely ever made the wrong call. It was something I quite admired when working with you. You never find mechs who are as strong as they are intelligent as you.::

And then he realized, he’s rambling.

Maybe if he disconnects the call right now, Prowl will think they were hit by some Multiverse storm and the line dropped. Or may Primus will prove his existence and kill him on the spot. He’ll take anything at this point,

Prowl was still half-focused on going through the list of mechs he knew - not only his agents now, but mechs he encountered and labelled as allies of some sort - when Lieutenant’s words slowly started to sink in, instantly making the tactician abandon his task and taking all of his attention. 

 Blue optics widened ever so slightly, quickly turning way too bright and too blue, and for a moment Prowl was absolutely, completely speechless. 

 What. Was. That.

 ::I...er, yes.::

Yes what? What was he agreeing with? Was there even something he should be agreeing with? The tactician honestly had no idea as his processor went blank and words kind of escaped him before he realised what exactly he was saying - or that he was actually saying something. 

Good job Prowl, that was so eloquent. Very intelligent indeed. 

Resisting the urge to smack himself on the helm with a datapad in an act of desperation, the black and white mech vented a sigh and forced himself to calm down. Unseen across the comm doorwings remained high and twitching ever so slightly from time to time.

Lieutenant complimented him. Or at least it seemed so. Those words counted as a compliment, right? 

And, more importantly, he not only complimented Prowl, but seemed to understand in a way. Either it was some kind of bizarre trap designed to lull the tactician into a false sense of security - which honestly wouldn’t surprise him - or someone somewhere in the multiverse actually appreciated his work.

Which was rare nowadays.

Which was also something Prowl secretly craved and wished for, even if he would never ever allow himself to admit it - even to himself.  The tactician wanted someone to notice, to know that regardless of what the entire world was saying, he really has been doing the right thing and he’s been doing it for the greater good.

The problem was, the tactician had no idea how to respond do compliments. And being understood, at least on some level? That puzzled him even more; he wasn’t used to such things. It would have probably been easier if Prowl was more well-versed in all those little social things - or casual conversations at least... What mechs usually did in such situations? 

 ::Thank you.:: 

The words came out much more quiet and uncertain than he planned, definitely lacking the usual sharp edge and Prowl couldn’t help but wince a little. Will this be seen as a sign of weakness…?

He truly hoped this wasn’t a trap. 

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The Multiverse has countless outcomes and events that shape them. Perhaps this is one where he and Prowl hadn’t met. While he doesn’t like to think about it, Lieutenant wonders what must have become of that version of himself without Prowl. The thought is fleeting as he returns to the conversation at hand.  

:: It-:: Lieutenant pauses to check his comm connection. It takes him a moment to switch to a more secured line. :: -It is complicated, Sir. My faction is not dictated by the badge I wear or the company I am with. However, for my own safety, I will inform you that I am a Decepticon.::

Hopefully Prowl is an Autobot. Who knows, maybe in his Universe he’s actually a Decepticon. Which might sucks for Lieutenant if so. :: In one other universe, as well as my own, I work for you.:: Rather ‘worked’ but he’s still teetering on whether or not to call his own Prowl to let him know he is alive.

Unseen across the comm, Prowl’s doorwings shifted, rising a bit higher. Curious. Intrigued. He wasn’t going to openly admit such thing and it would be hard to guess from the rather blank expression he wore like a mask, but that’s what he felt. This mech, Lieutenant, was interesting. 

Slowly, corners of the tactician’s lips twitched upward in something that might have been a fleeting ghost of a smile. Complicated...? 

::I see.::

A Decepticon that wasn’t a Decepticon, at least not entirely. Yes, this mech was interesting indeed. 

And then, blue optics widened ever so slightly in surprise. 

::You work for me,:: the tactician echoed quietly, processor instantly focusing on old files regarding his agents and everyone who has ever worked for him; searching. Has he met this mech before in his universe as well? Was this someone he knew? Someone he should know? 

Prowl could feel his helm start to ache. As much as he would hate to admit that, after everything he’s been through, some details and designations were starting to get a bit blurry; he honestly hoped it was temporary. A symptom of stress, perhaps. 

::Not many would be willing to admit they know me nowadays.:: A pause. ::Unless they are calling to complain.::

Or blame him for something. That has been a recurring theme in his life lately.

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Lieutenant’s optic ridge raises with delightful surprise, it’s always so nice to hear Prowl. Maybe it’s not his Prowl, it’s not his superior, but it’s comforting to listen someone similar to him. He regained his professionalism as calm and stoic. 

:: …Yes,:: he answers, as his life becomes a century shorter. ::It is my name and rank.:: and burden to bear. :: Apologies for my interruption, Sir, I had not meant to disturb you but it is good to hear from you once again.::

:: Oh. :: There was a moment of silence as Prowl briefly wondered how to respond to the news about the other’s name. It might have been a tiny bit odd, but at the same time… :: That seems very convenient. ::

He truly meant it, actually.

And...Sir? Whoever this mech was - and the tactician couldn’t quite remember if they have ever met before, though he suspected he would remember such thing - he sounded polite and professional, which was something Prowl liked. It also happened to be something awfully rare nowadays.

:: Apologies accepted. :: He hasn’t been doing anything important anyway, though he wasn’t going to admit this. :: I already know your designation and rank. How about your faction? ::

He was pretty sure a Decepticon wouldn’t call him ‘sir’, but once again, sometimes the universe surprised him.

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@unknownsoldiers

:: You have reached the Peaceful Revolution. ::

Words were delivered in a rather flat and monotone voice, then a perfectly calculated pause followed.

:: Please identify yourself. ::

Peaceful Revolution. The cynical side of Lieutenant rolls his optics, believing he’s reached a Decepticon base not too far from their current coordinates in his own Universe. Please. Even with his current crew he knows what the Decepticon version of ‘peace’ is. 

:: Lieutenant Lieutenant under Commander Tormentor on Colossal, Sir. :: The avian responds diligently, pulling information on a separate screen along with several others he’s working on. Immediately he notices the ship is currently not registered under any Decepticons or Autobots. Perhaps Neutrals? Out here? :: To whom am I addressing? ::

Commander Tormentor? It didn’t take too long for Prowl to decide that this certainly didn’t sound like a typical Autobot designation - though there was always a possibility that he was wrong. Sometimes the universe surprised him in the most unexpected ways.

Still, neither that name nor Colossal sounded familiar, which could be slightly concerning and yet at the same time it instantly intrigued the tactician.

:: This is Captain Prowl of Peaceful Revolution, :: he replied in smooth monotone voice, shifting in his chair as blue optics observed the nearest screen.

:: ...You said ‘lieutenant’ twice. ::

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The–… The Peaceful Revolution. Alright, that was new. As was the ‘technically Autobot’ starship - that was going to need some clarification.

::Captain Prowl of the Peaceful Resolution. Seems there are a few multiversal differences between us.::

Peaceful Resolution...? That name, even though different from that of his own ship, wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. In fact, Prowl still remember it quite well.

That made things...interesting.

:: Indeed, it seems so. :: With a subtle flick of the doorwings he shifted in his chair, getting slightly more comfortable.  :: Are you willing to share some details about your universe, in exchange for some facts about mine? ::

[rustedservos]

There was a single ping, almost immediately followed by a message. :: Greetings. Am I interrupting something important? ::

::Nothing important.:: For once, he isnt in the middle of surgery or a check up as Prowl calls.

:: Whats wrong?::

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Nothing important? That was...new.

:: Does something have to be wrong for me to call? ::

Prowl was aware that he wasn’t very good at keeping in contact with others, but he certainly didn’t call people only when something was wrong. There must have been some instances when he just called for a friendly chat. Maybe. Even if he couldn’t exactly remember them now.

:: I simply wished to have a conversation with someone sane. :: A pause. :: Perhaps ask a question as well. ::

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@unknownsoldiers

:: You have reached the Peaceful Revolution. ::

Words were delivered in a rather flat and monotone voice, then a perfectly calculated pause followed.

:: Please identify yourself. ::

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@peaceful--revolution

:: You have reached a...technically Autobot starship Peaceful Revolution. ::

Technically.

Because both Prowl and some other members of the crew were still technically Autobots.

Even if Prowl wasn’t entirely sure if some of his former comrades still considered him a part of their faction. 

:: Identify yourself. ::

[runninwiththebeat]

There's a single, short ping.

:: Hey love. :: Was the initial greeting, voice warm but tired.

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runninwiththebeat‌:

:: Nah, my mech, your timing has always– minus once or twice– been perfect:: 

Regardless, Jazz kept driving. Letting the hill take him in a smooth downward coast. When he felt the ground shifting into the curve beneath his wheels the porsche took it with controlled speeded. Using the combine momentum of the curve and gravity to sling-shot into an ever faster speed. 

That yes peaked his interest. Oh. Right.

:: Here I was thinkin’ you’d find someone a little more qualified. :: A pause. :: That was a joke. Mostly. :: Jazz couldn’t help but chuckle at his own poor quip. When the airy sound left his lips it was soon followed by a distant, thoughtful sigh.

:: Come with me on my flying machine. Up she goes… Up she goes :: he sung softly, the answering soon to follow :: You have me, love. ::

:: Minus once or twice…? ::

Wait.

A small frown appeared on Prowl’s faceplates, optics narrowing ever so slightly. When was his timing not perfect? Should he feel offended?

Doorwings briefly flicked with subtle hint of annoyance, then after a moment shifted into a surprisingly relaxed stance. This was Jazz. Jazz was most likely just...teasing him, just like he’s done so many times in the past.

:: Well. I tried, but no-one else was available, :: he shot back in his most flat and dead serious voice, before hesitating for a second or two and finally adding, :: It was a joke as well. ::

Perhaps not the most amusing one.

First sounds of Jazz’s song reached him, bringing all of his thoughts to a screeching halt. Prowl’s entire frame stilled for a moment and he listened in perfect silence; he’s always liked the other’s songs, even if he rarely admitted this openly. And yet, right now the tactician was also unusually nervous. What will Jazz’s answer be…?

And then the answer came, filling his spark with a wave of relief.

Because this time, the spy wanted to come with him.

:: Excellent! :: the tactician responded with something that sounded suspiciously close to excitement tinting his usually monotone voice. :: Pack your belongings and send me your coordinates. ::

[logical-tactician]

((This week I successfully defended my MA thesis and after those openings of two big exhibitions things at work got a bit less hectic, sooo I guess I’m officially back. :> )) 

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((Yes hello, I’m back, now it’s time to catch up on everything and reply to all the things I owe!))

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There's a single, short ping.

:: Hey love. :: Was the initial greeting, voice warm but tired.

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Silence was not uncommon between the two. Jazz just waited patiently for Prowl to make his claim or return the greeting. After all, Prowl rarely called for pleasure.

:: A bit exhaustion from a long drive. ::

AKA: I was on the run again because that’s what happens when the humans label you a threat and don’t listen.

:: But I always love hearing from my favorite bot :: a soft purr accent that reply :: What about for you? Got something for me? ::

::I hope I am not interrupting anything?::

Recalling certain events that the agent mentioned when they previously talked, he suspected what kind of ‘long drive’ this might have been. Prowl might have lacked tact sometimes, but he would prefer not to interrupt Jazz if he was dealing with some potentially dangerous situation.

Soon though, his thoughts turned to entirely different matters. Hearing Jazz’s words and, more importantly, that purr, the tactician almost choked on the energon he was drinking, doorwings hiking up in surprise. Well. Perhaps it was a good thing that he decided to make this call sitting in his room, away from other members of his crew.

::I, er, yes.:: Well done, Prowl. So eloquent. ::If you are interested, I am still looking for that second in command.::

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There's a single, short ping.

:: Hey love. :: Was the initial greeting, voice warm but tired.

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For a moment there was silence as Prowl debated whether he should simply state what he was calling for immediately or not, then decided that after Jazz’s greeting he should probably start with something equally polite as well.

::Greetings, Jazz.:: A pause. ::How are you?::

[3amsouls]

People will stab you, and then get offended, saying you have no right to bleed.

(via 3amsouls)

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Dark Core Personality Test

Tagged by: no one, I’m stealing it from my other Prowl blog >.> Tagging: whoever wants do do it?

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:: Whatcha mean you didn’t have a good teacher? Mech, I’m offended! A stab right to the spark :: the blue-visored mech feigned a dramatic sigh before it was overrun with more laughter. It felt good to laugh again without an edge, or a bitterness. His voice full of playful teasing. :: Ya had me. :: 

Jazz paused at Prowl’s joke, surprised that he event attempted to joke. It wouldn’t be long before the agent was stifling a laugh, covering his lip plates with his servo. Spread digits unable to stop some of the sound from escaping.

 :: Primus, see you do know how to joke! Don’t be lying to me, Prowler. Naughty enforcer. ::

He scoffed lightly :: Barely spontaneous, love, sorry but got to be real with you. :: 

Jazz hummed thoughtfully, thinking over the rest of Prowl’s answers. Made sense in terms of “Prowl”. Know the mission or objective, do the calculations, choose the one with the most logical or probable chance of success, re-do calculations, and make a move. 

:: I getcha :: He hummed softly, nodding in understanding. Jazz stepped out of his little spot in the crevice looking over the Earth’s dusty orange and brown hues of a landscape. The road below seeming more like a thin stretch than the vast openness he felt last night driving through. Stone structures in the distances stood as tall of some of the gleaming structure of Iacon, and somewhere further away thunder rumbled. His lips fell from a smile into a tired scowl, scoffing bitterly at Prowl’s response, turning away from the sunlight. 

:: It should be but you know Prime. The humans are goin’ to do something, possibly nasty or someone is going to do something, and he’ll sweep it under the rug. All I’ve been doing is trying to lessen that damage awaiting them. :: Jazz frowned at Prowl’s question, sharp visor looking back out onto the landscape. 

:: No. I ain’t workin’ for him. He is on Cybertron last I heard after a small group of bots tried to “recruit” me. Told them no too. :: Jazz paused. :: You… ya really want me? To join? :: 

Jazz’s laughter was...surprisingly soothing, in a way Prowl didn’t fully expect. Slowly he shuttered his optics, for a moment focusing on just listening; doorwings gradually lowered into a slightly more relaxed position. In the past, the agent’s antics sometimes confused or irritated him a bit, depending on situation. Now though? All of this was very much welcome; very much missed.

But at the same time...How to answer that without unintentionally sounding bitter and ruining Jazz’s good mood…?

:: Technically yes. :: A pause. :: However, for some period of time we were...ah, away from each other, so during that time I was unable to learn from you. :: He could only hope that he managed to sound it at least close to casual.

And then there was this laughter again, right after his sad attempt at joking. That was...good.

:: I am glad you found it amusing. I tried. ::

There was something that might have sounded almost like an exasperated sigh on Prowl’s side and unseen across the comm, his doorwings twitched ever so slightly. Even if a tiny part of his processor once again focused on being called ‘love’.

:: I am as spontaneous as I can without becoming completely chaotic. ::

Yes, he knew he wasn’t very spontaneous really, but he wasn’t going to openly admit it. Not so easily.

Shifting a little in his chair, the tactician tilted his helm a little, optics opening again to look at the stars behind the window.

In a way, everything Jazz said was perfectly logical and the tactician could understand why he was so insistent on trying to deal with the situation; yes, humans could be potentially dangerous and Prowl himself definitely wouldn’t trust them with anything. And yes, Prime would most likely sweep it all under the rug, pretending that he doesn’t see how treacherous they could be.

:: What group of bots? :: he asked quietly, though both his curiosity and all of his calculations came to a screeching halt with Jazz’s question. Suddenly everything else seemed less interesting.

:: Yes. This is why I called you. ::

Wasn’t that obvious...?

Yes, Prowl really wanted Jazz - and he definitely wanted him as so much more than just his Second in Command.