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(( Okay- so it's already pretty obvious, but Lockdown is now on a hiatus untill the asshole's muse comes back. He's not gone for good, I think, but it might be a while. So don't except activity for at least a month or two. Sorry!))
Have a dilapidated ninjabot frantically waving his datapad at you to get your attention; he has something important he needs to say, apparently.
"…You’re supposed to be restin’." He’ll see what he has to say, but still.
Idiot.
moddedbountyhunter:
Lockdown sighed, but didn’t move from his position. He wasn’t used to…well, this. He still wasn’t exactly sure what the frag he and Prowl were, but it was pretty obvious he couldn’t handle this like he’d treat any situation with, let’s say, Swindle.
Yeah. Baaad idea.
[WHAT FOR?]
[EVERYTHING]
What’s left of the smaller frame trembles, and he struggles to shove his sheets up over himself with only one arm , and a datapad in his hand. His optics are dimming down now, and he’s shoving his emotional panic into somewhere even he can’t reach, somewhere he’ll be able to deal with when Lockdown’s gone off to recharge and he’s left alone to scream silently at the ceiling.
[BEING A BURDEN. CAUSING MORE TROUBLE THAN I AM WORTH.]
Well, at least the Kid was calming down.
Lockdown never had been good at reading 'bots outside of The Job.
[BELIEVE ME, KID, IF YOU WERE A BURDEN I WOULDA KICKED YOU OFF THE SHIP STELLAR CYCLES AGO.]
It was true- Lockdown didn't indulge fools and weaklings- something the ninja bot could never be labeled as. And even if Prowl was...temporarily out of commission...it was nothing that couldn't be fixed, eventually. And he would fix it.
[YOU'RE FINE]
Have a dilapidated ninjabot frantically waving his datapad at you to get your attention; he has something important he needs to say, apparently.
"…You’re supposed to be restin’." He’ll see what he has to say, but still.
Idiot.
…Oh, Spark. This right here is why he doesn’t normally deal with this scrap. “No. I don’t. Do I need to drill it into your processor, or somethin’?”
[DON’T NEED A NEW PARTNER]
His fingers slip on his datapad and he continues typing away, a sort of anxiety rising in him that made him feel sick.
[STILL USEFUL]
He clicks diligently and his helm rolls forward to try and focus on the words on the screen more clearly, more and more mistakes cropping up into his typing.
[PLeAsE DON OT GET RIFD OFME]
"…Are your audials glitched?" Because there was literally no other reason why Prowl would still be all like- like THIS. Sighing, he edged closer to the ‘bot, and typed his own message on the Datapad.
[IM NOT GOING TO REPLACE YOU. EVER. YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME FOR A LOOOONG TIME, KID.]
His vents hiccuped and shined a few times and his hands fell still over the datapad, but he clutched it like it was going to fly away from him, servo shaking.
After a moment, he sets the datapad back down on his lap, heaves in a few noisy, unsteady breaths and types something in, handing the thing off to Lockdown.
[I’M SORRY]
Lockdown sighed, but didn't move from his position. He wasn't used to...well, this. He still wasn't exactly sure what the frag he and Prowl were, but it was pretty obvious he couldn't handle this like he'd treat any situation with, let's say, Swindle.
Yeah. Baaad idea.
[WHAT FOR?]
Have a dilapidated ninjabot frantically waving his datapad at you to get your attention; he has something important he needs to say, apparently.
"…You’re supposed to be restin’." He’ll see what he has to say, but still.
Idiot.
His writing is scribbled, so he quickly discadds the stylus and tries typing his message for clarity.
[I AM STILL USEFUL]
Lockdown blinked at the message, caught by surprise at the content. Did he seriously-?
"You….are an idiot. You know that, right?" He snorted. "'course you’re still useful. Just banged up. Spark know’s I’ve fragged myself up jus’ as bad before.”
His vents begin to whirr faster now and his optics are bright with a sort of fear. He types again, just as fast. [DON’T NEED TO REPLACE ME]
…Oh, Spark. This right here is why he doesn’t normally deal with this scrap. “No. I don’t. Do I need to drill it into your processor, or somethin’?”
[DON’T NEED A NEW PARTNER]
His fingers slip on his datapad and he continues typing away, a sort of anxiety rising in him that made him feel sick.
[STILL USEFUL]
He clicks diligently and his helm rolls forward to try and focus on the words on the screen more clearly, more and more mistakes cropping up into his typing.
[PLeAsE DON OT GET RIFD OFME]
"...Are your audials glitched?" Because there was literally no other reason why Prowl would still be all like- like THIS. Sighing, he edged closer to the 'bot, and typed his own message on the Datapad.
[IM NOT GOING TO REPLACE YOU. EVER. YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME FOR A LOOOONG TIME, KID.]
SWIGGITY SWOOTY, I’M COMIN’ FOR THAT BOOTY Ahoy! A Captain Lockdown drawn for friend: Esuerc who makes my evenings more enjoyable with discussions of this bounty hunter and his goddamn sexiness.
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renegaderetrievedforbounty started following you
"You okay there?"
…Why…my…you’re not a femme version ‘a me, are you?
"No? Dad? You okay?"
Dad?!
...Oh. You're from one'a those realities.
renegaderetrievedforbounty started following you
"You okay there?"
...Why...my...you're not a femme version 'a me, are you?
Have a dilapidated ninjabot frantically waving his datapad at you to get your attention; he has something important he needs to say, apparently.
"…You’re supposed to be restin’." He’ll see what he has to say, but still.
Idiot.
His writing is scribbled, so he quickly discadds the stylus and tries typing his message for clarity.
[I AM STILL USEFUL]
Lockdown blinked at the message, caught by surprise at the content. Did he seriously-?
"You….are an idiot. You know that, right?" He snorted. "'course you’re still useful. Just banged up. Spark know’s I’ve fragged myself up jus’ as bad before.”
His vents begin to whirr faster now and his optics are bright with a sort of fear. He types again, just as fast. [DON’T NEED TO REPLACE ME]
...Oh, Spark. This right here is why he doesn't normally deal with this scrap. "No. I don't. Do I need to drill it into your processor, or somethin'?"
Don't see to many Malgus-us's around here. Where /you/ been hidin'?
"Hidin’?" First and mostly, he was staring at another self… "I’ve been on the job~ been sent all ‘round the shot. I could ask you the same thing, yknow?"
Lockdown shrugged. “That’s fair, I s’pose- still. Slaggin’ wierd that I haven’t ran into you yet- most other ‘bots seem to run into themselves a lot more than I have.” Like the frankly disturbing amount of Starscreams runnin’ around. Shudder.
"Ran into some, uh, other kinds a’ me. They look slaggin’ weird, all silver n’ stuff, you seen any of ‘em?" He asked, crossing his arms.
Lockdown nodded, and shifted a bit. “That guy? Yeah, I’ve seen ‘em. Everybot from his reality looks slaggin’ weird though- all…pointy. S’not as bad as the boxy-verse, though. Probably a good thing there isn’t a boxy-us- the Allspark knows what he’d look like.”
"Yeah, can’t say I’d wanna see that, either. Met a couple of those boxy ones, real feisty. An’ the other, uh, spiky ones? I don’t think they take the whole ‘kill or be killed’ thing seriously, bit wreckless if ya ask me."
“Ugh. Tell me about it. Tricked one ‘a the boxy one’s into my ship, once- some annoyin’ red front liner. Fragger ended wreckin’ the place. Can’t say I have to much experience with the spiky ones, so I can’t confirm or deny there.”
"I find it interestin’ that they all only have war on their mind. Only found one who was interested in distractions." He shrugged a shoulder. "Well, spiky-me has some weird accent goin’ on. Do do most of ‘em. They sound like some comedy show."
"Fraggin' weird, right? I mean, I can understand usin' war to your advantage- but why pick a side when double dealin's more profitable? Sometimes I think it's only me- well, us- an' Swin that really get it."
bountyhuntingoptimus is following you
Huh. Didn’t peg you as a Hunter.
Didn’t peg you as someone who makes assumptions.
Considerin’ most versions of you I’ve met are Elite Guard flunkies…
Doesn’t mean anything.
Point.
So did you need anything, or were you just looking to take a verbal jab at me?
Nothin' important. Just like to keep tabs on all the hunter's runnin' around.
((oh my god i spent like five hours drawing for another blog))
((help me))
((im gonna screw around on another account for awhile))
Have a dilapidated ninjabot frantically waving his datapad at you to get your attention; he has something important he needs to say, apparently.
"…You’re supposed to be restin’." He’ll see what he has to say, but still.
Idiot.
His writing is scribbled, so he quickly discadds the stylus and tries typing his message for clarity.
[I AM STILL USEFUL]
Lockdown blinked at the message, caught by surprise at the content. Did he seriously-?
"You....are an idiot. You know that, right?" He snorted. "'course you're still useful. Just banged up. Spark know's I've fragged myself up jus' as bad before."
Have a dilapidated ninjabot frantically waving his datapad at you to get your attention; he has something important he needs to say, apparently.
"...You're supposed to be restin'." He'll see what he has to say, but still.
Idiot.
Lockdown I will rip your jaw off. Don’t worry…
Oh really.
Yes /dear/.
All right then, sweetspark. You wann test out that theory ‘a yours?
Oh I do. But you won’t see it coming.
You can try.
Lockdown I will rip your jaw off. Don’t worry…
Oh really.
Yes /dear/.
All right then, sweetspark. You wann test out that theory 'a yours?
