We're not like the others...

Hello there! No worries: all Autobots here~ We're not like the others, though... But that's how we all met. [Tracking tag: misfitbots] *****************************************************

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Should've done this ages ago.

This blog is abandoned. It has a main blog now: misfitxbots

[autobotspyandmedic-deactivated2]

Open RP(Longbow)

*Longbow was walking through the woods*It’s a little too peaceful*He had a feeling of being watched and followed*B-Better get back to t-the base*He starts to walk back to the base,transforming into a panther as he walks and he feels like he’s being followed*W-Who’s there?!*He growls deeply turning around and looks around*I-I know someone’s there!*he bites his glossa*C-Come out,now!

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Scorchember had been investigating some odd energon readings when she bumped into the other mech. She immediately put up her hands in a defensive posture when he called out. "Scorchember. Autobot. I mean you no harm!"

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Leave some asks~

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

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"Sounds great. Where would I find that?"

She scanned the ground below her, making subtle adjustments to her wings to keep herself level in the sky.

[jediknightjason]

"Can you pull up a map of the U.S. or would that distract you?"

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"Ah, yeah, I think that would distract me...."

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

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She smiled, gently held him a little more firmly, and kicked off without even transforming. Even in her bipedal mode, she could still fly quite well~ “Anywhere in particular?”

[jediknightjason]

Jason taken by surprise when she took off in her form as is. When the maximal asked him where he wanted to go, it took him a moment to figure out what the destination would be. “How about Lake Erie?”

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"Sounds great. Where would I find that?"

She scanned the ground below her, making subtle adjustments to her wings to keep herself level in the sky.

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

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"Oh, the usual. Taking out ‘Cons, and helping innocent people where I can." Scorch wasn’t sure why Jason seemed a little glum briefly, but decided not to question it. Some things were best left alone.

[jediknightjason]

After hearing what his friend had to say, Jason decided to ask the femme a question. “Say Scorch, do you think we can go for a flight? My day has been kinda boring.”

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She smiled, gently held him a little more firmly, and kicked off without even transforming. Even in her bipedal mode, she could still fly quite well~ "Anywhere in particular?"

[365daysofhorror]

[corophagia-deactivated20150821]

The Central Nervous System, containing the brain and spinal cord.

[gknlhae-deactivated20140624]

This is who you are.

[man-eatingcat]

pretty much

[blows]

it’s weird to think that this is what animates us - among these innervations lie a consciousness, dead without the rest of the body

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"............ Eew."

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

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"YES! That’s wonderful Jason!" She gave her wings a joyous flutter at that.

[jediknightjason]

While the femme was happy to hear his progress on Odessa, Jason however was not. At first, he cared not for the life he’d taken from those who’d work for Odessa, but now he was starting to feel regret. He figured the sooner he’d find and kill Clifford the better. He hid his sadness however, and pushed on. “So, what have you been up to?”

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"Oh, the usual. Taking out 'Cons, and helping innocent people where I can." Scorch wasn't sure why Jason seemed a little glum briefly, but decided not to question it. Some things were best left alone.

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

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She swept him up into her arms and hugged him gently. Her tail was wagging like a happy puppy’s. “How have you been?”

[jediknightjason]

He nuzzled as he was being embraced by the maximal. At least that’s what he referred to her as. “Oh, you know. Slowly dismantling Odessa. Making new friends and running into old ones.”

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"YES! That's wonderful Jason!" She gave her wings a joyous flutter at that.

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

[jediknightjason]

When he heard the familiar voice, a smile grew on his face and rushed towards the source, with arms open wide for a hug.

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She swept him up into her arms and hugged him gently. Her tail was wagging like a happy puppy's. "How have you been?"

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"Scorch? Are you there?"

"Jason!" 

Her face lit right up at the sound of his voice. ((THANK YOU my muses were starting to slip over here))

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HelloooOOOOOoooo

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((:'( Muses disappeared. 'Scuse me while I go find 'em. Naughty 'bots...))

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((For Chushin)) ::Hello!? Is anyone there!? I-I've been hurt, bad!::

//???\

Jack jumped, surprised by the sudden activity on the comm. console. He was on his feet and rushing over in a matter of seconds, freerunning to get to the console. 

::Yes, hello?? You’ve contacted the Cutting Edge—who’s this—ah, hurt? Hell, how badly?::

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::M-my name's Chushin! I-I'm leaking energon, heavily! Predacons!:: It hurt just to talk. And talking was what got him into this mess to begin with. He'd run his mouth too much, and pissed off a rather large Predacon. 

[protectoroflightsora]

autobot-tank-warpath

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"Warpath….. My name is Shiranoptimus…. D’ you think you could settle down some?"

[autobot-tank-warpath]

"Calm? Okay."

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"Thank you..... So what brings you here Warpath?"

[protectoroflightsora]

autobot-tank-warpath

"Greetings…."

[autobot-tank-warpath]

"HEY THERE! Warpath’s my name, shootin’s my game! BOOM! POW! ZOWIE!"

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"Warpath..... My name is Shiranoptimus.... D' you think you could settle down some?"

[protectoroflightsora]

insecticon-hardshell

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"Then don’t give me a reason to. I’m fine as long as you don’t try anything." he growled. Geez! What was his problem!?

[verminator-x-deactivated2014111]

"You are an autobot, and a friend of the Wreckers", he growled back.

"In case you are not aware, I have extinguished many wreckers in my time. I will not hesitate to add you to the list if you decide to call for help, mech. If you are so afraid of me doing so, then i might as well take my leave. I am in no mood for a fight and neither of us trust each other."

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".... Alright.... We're good....." He relaxed, though reluctantly. "I had no intentions of calling for aid. I have had my own share of battles, Hardshell. I have fought things of the likes you have never seen or heard of before. Demons. False gods. Monsters. The forces of darkness itself." Shiranoptimus was no ordinary Autobot. He had a magical gift. A gift that allowed him to bend nature itself.