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@predacon-ripclaw
How was your day?
It was honestly difficult to not be impressed. Iyvee Sat on her berth, staring in awe. After a few moments, the femme stood up and stepped over to Ripclaw, unconsciously reaching to give her neck some scritches.
Ripclaw slightly pulled her head back and stared down at Iyvee suspiciously, flicking helm finials flat against plating. She huffed and considered the much smaller femme for a few seconds before slowly moving back within touching distance.
*Have a few curious sniffs from Ripclaw.*
*There’s a huff from the larger predacon before snorts and he extends his helm, returning the sniffs*
Quirking a brow, he cocked his helm faintly as he watched her relaxed posture. It was rather uncommon to find another upon first introduction so…at ease with the newcomer. Especially when it came to predacons - sometimes, they were territorial, others were just new to the idea of being alive and were going of a mixture of instincts and sudden raw intelligence that was gifted to them from their monoeyed creator.
"I…see." He murmured, watching her as she took a seat and soon let out a sigh, his own frame relaxing, settling.
Taking a seat, he shifted his weight slightly as he stretched out his long legs and peered at her quietly.
"It is rather annoying to be dealing with mechs and bots that are only to your kneecaps or mid-stomach. Most of the time you’ll step on them, sit on them…all that."
He waved a clawed servo in dismissal before sighing heavily, peering at her once more.
Ripclaw stretched out and glanced over at the other Predacon as he responded to her, nodding in agreement. "Yep," she said and pulled a large clawful of treats out from her subspace. With loud snorts, she began to gnaw on them.
"Or ones who get scared," she added with a mouthful of energon treats and scratched at the underside of her chin.
She looked at him after a moment and flicked her tail. "Got a name?"
*Have a few curious sniffs from Ripclaw.*
*There’s a huff from the larger predacon before snorts and he extends his helm, returning the sniffs*
Skylynx vented, steam escaping him as he straightened, his wings folding to his sides. His crowned helm tilted slightly as he watched her take a moment before her plating shifted, allowing her to settle in her bipedal mode.
Yellow optics narrowed for a moment before he growled softly and took a step back, allowing his own shift to take him. Talons tapped upon the ground as he gained his balance and he shook his helm, the raised plating settling.
"You’re a new one…one that is either very brave or very dumb. Sizing another is asking for a fight."
Ripclaw snorted and stared at the other Predacon. "Nahh. Not looking for a fight." She snickered and then folded her arms together.
"Well. Maybe. But not like a fight fight. More like a bored fight and you wanna do something, but you're surronded by tiny mechs who look like they would break or something," she explained with a shrug. "You know?"
"S'nice to see another Predacon anyway," she added and took a seat on the ground.
Energon processors are scare - and energon itself, even scarcer. Luckily I’ve been hoarding away, but … it’s got to last me a while. I can’t go splurging it all on sweets I don’t intend to eat for myself, you know. It’d be a waste.
Ripclaw stared blankly as she listened and then made a soft hum. "But...can't you just go ask someone for more? Or something," she replied and tilted her helm. "Someone else probably has some."
She then focused her attention on one of the medic's shoulder wheels and slowly reached to give it a spin, snickering mischievously.
I didn’t say that I needed to get more … just that I couldn’t, and that it’d be a while before I could.
-He looked around - the American mid-west, for all its desertedness, was peaceful, at least.
I should probably be asking you that question - you do realise you’re more likely to find ‘friends’ on Cybertron, don’t you?
Ripclaw made a grunt and produced a confused grunt. "...Oh."
However, with her short attention span, she glanced back at Knock Out. "Wait. Why can't you get more?"
-He shrugged, leaning over to balance the treat on the predacon’s snout since she had refused to take it in favor of a question.
Ripclaw … did you ever know me to be the ‘sweets’ kind of mech?
-He pulled back to admire his handiwork; it wobbled, but otherwise stayed in place. If he’d had something other than ruststicks, maybe …
Ripclaw snorted and instead sat on the ground, eyeing the mech again. "Why'd you say you need to get more then? Running low or something?" she asked with a curious tone and grabbed the treat, snorting at the medic.
"Why are you even...here?" she asked and gestured around.
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Of course you don’t - in any case, savor it. I don’t have much left and it’ll be a while before I can acquire more.
-He could always return to ‘civilisation’, but … he wasn’t ready to. Not just yet.
Just where have you been getting yourself into, anyway?
Ripclaw blinked and stared down at Knock Out, hesitantly pulling her claw back and leaving the treat in the medic's servo. "Just looking for more Predacons."
She glanced down at the ground. "Why don't you have more than that?" she asked, nodding to the treat.
I might have something here …
-His stores were probably running low. Not that he’d had much incentive for replenishing them these days. His fingers manage to grasp the tip of a packet, which he tugs out from his subspace and then tears open for the predacon femme.
Will this do?
Ripclaw perked up after spotting the treat and nodded. Her tail swayed against the ground pleasantly and she reached for the treat. "If it's food, don't care what it tastes like."
How was your day?
At first she was a little upset, taking that as her treats werent good. But then she remembered, this was Ripclaw. It wouldnt be like her to say much more, especially when she was eating. Iyvee smiled again. “Good!”
There was a small pause, and some hesitation, before the medic spoke again. “Hey, Ripclaw…I dont think I’ve ever seen your alt mode…”
Ripclaw shrugged and finished the rest of the treats down in a single bite. "Alt mode?" she asked, tapping the underside of her chin before stretching out. "Oh. Wait. You mean this?"
Without a second thought, Ripclaw quickly reverted to her beast form and made a soft growl.
-He chuckles to himself, rolling his optics.
Oh come on now you can’t be that mad at me.
"Mad...? Heh?"
Ripclaw made a snort and leaned in slightly, producing several sniffs. "Got food? I'm hungry..."
Ripclaw now has thegrimlegendarywarrior's scent.
Ripclaw remained still as she gazed up at the large behemoth and nervously took several steps back. This one was big...no. Huge. Despite how similar he seemed to be, she was left unsure if this was a Predacon or not.
"Uh...Predacon?" she asked while straining her helm to stare up at him.
Well well, what do we have here?
Ripclaw simply eyed the red--almost...obnoxiously red--mech and grunted. "What. Never see a Predacon before?" she questioned in a bored tone and stared down at him.
How was your day?
"No, its ok. It was a legitimate question." The femme turned over and watched her eat, smiling brightly. "I wasnt sure what your favorite flavor was, so theyre just plain old treats. But I can add to them if you’d like."
Iyvee stretched and sat up. “How are they?”
Flavor? Ripclaw made a muffled grunt and swallowed her first bite.
She then paused mid-chew of the new handful of treats after hearing Iyvee. "Uh...Edible?" she suggested with a shrug and resumed chomping down.
*Have a few curious sniffs from Ripclaw.*
*There’s a huff from the larger predacon before snorts and he extends his helm, returning the sniffs*
Ripclaw swayed her tail pleasantly after having the action mimicked by the other Predacon and remained still, allowing him to sniff as long as he wanted. Finally. Someone else seemed to understand.
After a few moments, she then reverted back to her bipedal mode and stared at him; sizing him up and noting his size.
How was your day?
Iyvee chuckled softly. “I do it because I care. Because if you're bleeding on my medical berth, I don't want to have to first look through a datapad, I want to just take care of you.”
The second question got her to blink. “Didnt you get my…” Oh. No, there was the note. Crumpled on the floor, probably knocked off the table when Ripclaw passed. Oh well. “Sorry. I made some energon treats yesterday and left them in the cabinet for you. I left a note, but I guess I should make a better one next time.”
Ripclaw watched Iyvee and then moved her gaze down to the ground. "...Oh. Oops." But she gave it little thought after standing up from the berth and stepping to said cabinet. She began to scrounge through it and flicked her tail after spotting the treats.
She snorted before quickly scooping up a handful and gnawing on them.
((Sorry for so much inactivity. Been dealing with depression and whatnot. I'll try to be more active now.))
((Whoops. Been gone for a little while. Sorry about that.))
