Smarter than you know...Simpatico.

­­­­­ Sniper. Wrecker. Scientist.

[smartscope]

"hey, percy !! i have something very important, for your face only !!" rodimus brings the other mech close to his face and leans in, almost kissing him on the mouth before quickly changing his mind and kissing hin in the cheek !!

"Something important for me?" Percy drew back a moment, shocked that Rodimus of all the mechs would bring some sort of gift to him. Of course though, it seemed the skirt-chasing grounder had a different kind of present in mind. He had enough of this from dealing with Lockdown! "Rodimus, now isn't the time for all this play! I'm actually busy with far too much to-" He was interrupted in the midst of trying to wave Rodimus away only to be pecked on the cheek. Blinking, Percy gave him a stare for his efforts and then a long suffering sigh. This sort of thing happened far to often. "Would that be all?

[smartscope]

//HACKS UP DUST good lord real life can shake every last minute of free time out of you, sorry I’ve swept away! I didn't mean to be away for so long! But many career choices pull you away, hahah...hah..hope to be back on here soon!

[lovecon]

[bluaple]

Yea you’re so dead soundwave

[smartscope]

17, 20, 98.

17. What would your ideal partner be like?”Of course someone asks this one. Why am I doing these again?” The scope sighed, shaking his helm. “Hmm. Witful,for sure. And that doesn't mean in the academic sense, nessicarily. Even with all my knowledge, there are a lot of...”street smarts” and the like that even I do not know. I’d appreciate someone to fill the gaps of my knowledge, and I’s hope to do the same for them.” He paused in thought. “Someone thoughtful, soulful even. I’ve been told I have a rather cold disposition, so maybe the opposite would pair well?” Percy tapped his chin. “A good combatant. Skilled in battle, someone not afraid to jump into he fray while other scatter. Maybe someone who fights for the same ideals as I-for those who can’t do it for themselves. A commendable, wistful soul that harbors the same past as I do maybe..” He trailed off in thought, only to smile. “I’m sure you see who.”20. Are you religious?”No, not in the slightest. Does that mean I look down upon those who are? No. To each their own is a very wise excerpt to stand by, and I do so very well. Although, knowing Drift and his ways about the subject, I...do believe the subject is real. Intangible, maybe? But there. I know I see it-feel it- when I look into Drift’s optics. Even standing around him one can feel a sort of glow that I can only mark down as a..soulful aura, as he puts it. Again, as I will confirm-Science doesn’t always have an answer for everything. You just have to take things as they are.”98. Do you collect anything?“Hmm...” Again he trails off, pulling things from his thoughts. “As in the sense of keep an object due to a fondness or memory I suppose you’re asking? I keep the crystals Drift gives me, for one. All of my weapons from every battle, engraved with their first use and date-and shells from said firearms.”Percy sighed. “ I have an old access keycard from the past-when I worked with Brainstorm for the first time long ago. Small, errant gifts from students when I give talks at their steads. Not many things I seem to hold onto, really. I see actions, moments in time, memories as something far more memorable than a tangible object. But still I seem to hold onto both.”

[smartscope]

24. Which is better, an oil bath or a hot waxing?

“I feel as if hot waxing is better reserved for speedsters and the like, with wheeled, shiny alt-forms. Seeing as I have no need to keep a boastful sheen to my frame, I’d prefer an oil bath. Sometimes after sitting up in a cramped Nest for hours on end, there’s no better place to be.” Percy wagged a servo at the pirate. “If this has some sort of alternative meaning Lockdown…”

[thatspikybastard]

*a single finger gun*

[smartscope]

“You’re impossible. But theres no harm in sharing a oil bath as far as I know.”

[smartscope]

24. Which is better, an oil bath or a hot waxing?

“I feel as if hot waxing is better reserved for speedsters and the like, with wheeled, shiny alt-forms. Seeing as I have no need to keep a boastful sheen to my frame, I’d prefer an oil bath. Sometimes after sitting up in a cramped Nest for hours on end, there’s no better place to be.” Percy wagged a servo at the pirate. “If this has some sort of alternative meaning Lockdown...”

[smartscope]

“Lost your fire? That’s impossible, Lockdown. Well...I guess I can’t say that. Time can whittle anyone down, like you are those layers of mods probably will. You seem to be enjoying yourself with what you do, honestly. I don’t think there’s a mugshot of you without a cheesy grin.” Percy paused to chuckle. “Which if anything, means your ‘fire’ is still going strong. Just make sure you keep running from Prowl. Don’t want to catch you on the other side of the bars one day. Of course, I have authority too, so I wouldnt fret long..”  “That’s respectable. Especially when it comes to being a captain of...your endeavors, but in general really. I understand some people feel the need to sugar coat things, to easy the pain of swallowing the pill that is reality, but sometimes it’s the awful taste that gets the point across. “ The sniper beamed, now moving around nearby cargo crates to nose around. At the mention of carrying, he snorted. “Carry into battle? Uh, no.” Percy shot down, stifling another laugh. “I can;t do my work from the arms of some berating pirate very much thank you. Besides, I think you’d rather have your hands full of the target at hand than me.” Glancing back at the shambling figures slowly appearing in the halls, his processor churned to know how anything truly got done around here. Maybe Lockdown pulled more weight than he thought. “It looks like they’ve had enough sleep. That, or they’re all awful barflies-what a lovely crew you must deal with.”

[smartscope]

Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well (modified for TF)

1. What is your name?

2. How old are you?

3. Where are you from?

4. Who is your patron Prime?

5. What is your favorite color?

6. What's your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

8. Where are you from?

9. How tall are you?

10. What frame class are you?

11. How many paint jobs have you gone through?

12. What was your last dream about?

13. What are you good at doing?

14. Do you have any unusual abilities?

15. Favorite song?

16. Favorite movie?

17. What would your ideal partner be like?

18. Do you want to serve as a mentor?

19. How do you feel about spark bonding?

20. Are you religious?

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

24. Which is better, an oil bath or a hot waxing?

25. What color is your paint right now?

26. What are you most known for?

27. What would you actually prefer to be most known for?

28. What type of music do you like?

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. Do you use pillows as a borrowed Earth convenience?

31. What position do you usually recharge in?

32. How big is your living space?

33. How often do you have to refuel?

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

35. Have you ever tried archery?

36. Favorite clean word?

37. Favorite swear word?

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without recharge?

39. Do you have any scars?

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

41. Are you a good liar?

42. Are you a good judge of character?

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

44. Do you have a strong accent?

45. What is your favorite accent?

46. What is your personality type?

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

48. Can you curl your glossa?

49. How were you created?

50. Left or right handed?

51. Are you scared of spiderbots?

52. Favorite way to have your energon?

53. What's your alt mode?

54. Are you a clean or messy bot?

55. Most used phrase?

56. Most used word?

57. Are you a stickler for keeping up outward appearances?

58. Do you have much of an ego?

59. Are your dentae jagged or flat?

60. Do you talk to yourself?

61. Do you sing to yourself?

62. Are you a good singer?

63. Biggest fear?

64. Are you a gossip?

65. Best dramatic holovid you've seen?

66. Do you have light, average, or heavy armor?

67. Can you name every major city-state on Cybertron?

68. Current work duties?

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

70. Have you ever considered an aquatic alt mode?

71. What makes you nervous?

72. Are you scared of the dark?

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

74. Are you ticklish?

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

77. Did you ever defy any rules meant to safeguard newbuilds?

78. Have you ever done questionable substances?

79. Who was your first real crush?

80. How many modifications do you have?

81. What is your idle fidget?

82. How fast can you type?

83. What's your top speed?

84. Do you have biolights, and if so, in what color?

85. What color are your optics?

86. Do you have any allergies?

87. Do you keep a journal?

88. Do you know Primal Vernacular?

89. Do you like your age?

90. What makes you angry?

91. Do you like your designation?

92. Have you ever been to a planet other than Earth or Cybertron?

93. Would you mentor a newbuild (or raise a sparkling)?

94. What are your strengths?

95. What are your weaknesses?

96. How do you feel about Minicons?

97. Have you suffered any unusually notable injuries?

98. Do you collect anything?

99. Horizontal or tilted berth?

100. What do you keep in your quarters?

[smartscope]

Pulling up a map from shelf they were displayed nearby, he opened his own subspace to procure a servo full of shanix. Tossing the money on the counter, he paid for the map-this time to surely keep it to himself, would such another occasion would arise, and furled it in his servo. Perceptor was not by any means unwealthy in any form or shape. Wealth of knowledge being one, but millions of years baring studies and an upholding title brings one riches with every breakthrough you find. And for one who rarely spoils himself, the personal affluence only grows. The only thing that ever reflects his own riches were his vibrant colors, never once had they faded though the years. 

As the duo carved their own path through the crowd, it was obviously much thicker than before. Lulls before now winded bellows, from those greeting across the masses and single mechs selling wares. Percy would almost be worried with all the arguing going on, yet seeing how boisterous bartering can be, it reminded him of how Impactor and Springer squabbled.

“Cheaper to use mechs instead?” The sniper mused on the tidbit offered before.” I would assume that retrofitting explosives into a living form would be much more expensive, since you have to account for organs and the like. Unless....” Percy tapped his chin, processor clearly tumbling before lighting up. “No, it’s perfect! If one removed or recessed all but the organs necessary to function, one could create extra space for explosives-and in the same hand give a reason for admittance to the medbays! They would be woozy, sluggish..” Going down the list of obvious symptoms, he added them to his own mental notes, reading out on his reticule.  “A very important bit of information Drift, thank you for that insight.” Percy beamed, a genuine smile offering praise. “I do not know for sure if they truly would try again so very soon, but the set up would definitely be taking place. If we stop them from even getting started, we’ll save quite a number of lives. Not to mention we’ll be beating them at their own game. It’s always nice to see those who think they are invincible to have the rug swept right from underneath.” He noted, standing tall as if he were already boasting some prideful event. 

Back to the ship the pair went, with the Scope already calling in air traffic command for permission to leave before they even opened the ship’s hold. Upon boarding though, the Wrecker eagerly made his way to the captain’s chair, shoving all errant data pads aside and splaying the map open. “Vos is a fair ways way, but with a few jumps we should be there. In the meantime, I’ll write up a report for thus far with all that we found.” Whirling around in the chair, he brought the console to like. After exchanging murmurs over the open comm to the traffic controller, soon the pair were back into the dark wafts of space travel.

[agatharights]

Things To Do To A Cybertronian

*Unpleasant Things

Hey! This list does contain some potentially triggering material, so feel free to cross out anything you don’t want to use/write. Could be used either as RP material, referance material, or if you’d like to shoot me a character and a number I could whip up a little drabble too!

Shadowplay (the use of mnemosurgery to alter one’s memories, beliefs, or personality)

Empurata (the surgical removal and replacement of the face and hands with a single optic and pincer-claws, used as punishment by the functionalist regime)

Vivincorporation (alterting a cybertronian into an inanimate object while keeping them alive and aware of their situation)

Circuit Boosters / Syk Dose (powerful and dangerous illicit drugs)

Slave Coding (coding that binds it’s victim to one or more masters, who cannot be disobeyed)

Cosmic Rust (a virulent infection that can creep over bots quickly)

Turned into a Sparkeater (an aggressive, feral, seemingly undead cybertronian with strange powers who feeds on the sparks of others)

Cybercrosis (an illness of the spark and body that slowly incapacitates and kills it’s victims)

Domestication (the trapping of a cybertronian in a beastmode form and reducing their intelligence to make them a pet)

Memory Wipe (what it says on the tin, could have multiple causes)

Spark Isolation (the removal of the spark and processor from the body, and isolation therof, as a form of punishment- sensory depravation)

Spark Transfer (the tranfer of a spark from it’s native frame into a different frame, resulting in a new body)

Reformat (the alteration of a Cybertronian’s body into something different, be it a new altmode or a new frametype)

Tainted Energon Mutation (created the Dinobots in IDW, known to result in spectacular or monsterous mutations)

Dead Universe Infection (gradually turns bots into the walking dead, or undead. Apparently also makes them purge black goo)

Dark Energon (the blood of Unicron, can influence bots to his will or drive them insane)

Terrorcons (ZOMBIES but not like your garden variety shamblers we’re talkin’ gross Resident Evil special zombies with probiscuses and stuff)

[martyrkink]

indie. highly selective optimus prime.  (  est. june 2017  ) penned by quinn.

[smartscope]

“Of course you busted a few kneecaps. More than kneecaps, I’m sure. I’ve only heard stories of run ins a few mechs had with you back in your Decepticon days. Have to say, as I did before, you seem to have...mellowed for the better. Not to say that you still aren’t a terrifying, scraggly pirate, now-” Percy laughed, patting the other on a armored knee.”-But I’m glad I didn’t end up in one of those brigs. And despite all of the awful, crass things you’ve said, I’m glad to chat.” Casting his gaze back to the window, and crossed his arms. “ It’s easier to talk to you than some mech off the street- what with the mindless small talk they babble about.” The wreckers the worst when it came to any conversation, but it was as close as one could get from the scope to admit he enjoyed one’s company. An indirect friend. “I wouldn’t turn on you if you didn't turn on me. Of course, you’d have to put aside yanking me up if any work would be done.” He snickered.  A few crew members who seemingly just aroused ambled past, and Percy’s optics trailed them down the hall until they walked out of sight. He had seen no one but Lockdown on the ship, except a few prisoners, and almost forgot others were aboard. “Looks like your ‘drugged’ crew is coming around now.”

[smartscope]

me: logs on discord chat: 🍆🍆🍆🍑🍑🍑😫😩💦 me: logs off discord, uninstalls

[smartscope]

That’s because he doesn’t. “Primus- I really don’t even want to know any further, Lockdown! Some mechs need to keep things to themselves.” And very, very far away from the poor microscope.  When prodded by the pirate, he chuffed. “I suppose you’re right. If you don’t have the right mindset about things, you’ll be caught in more than a physical trap. Always important to look forward or you’ll never get out of anything. Helps to keep a level head, too. Which-” Percy looked up at the spike-ridden helm the other bore around his dented faceplates. “-might be a little hard for some. Although being hard-headed gets you places too. Primus knows that’s how the Wreckers got anywhere we did-luck and stubbornness. Someone ask’s you to die, and you say ‘too busy’.” The sniper gave a unamused look. “As questionable as you make it sound, I’d agree. I’m interested to see how you even go about the process your way anyway. Since you seem to be very physical about it and not exactly long distance. Would be a nice mix, like Drift and I.”

[three-for-one]

Triple changers with two ground alts are valid

Triple changers with two air alts are valid

Triple changers with a ground and air alt are valid

ALL👏TRIPLE👏CHANGERS👏ARE👏VALID

[smartscope]

It’s a good thing Cybertronian’s don’t breathe, because the microscope would have choked right then and there. “Lockdown! I have no such things!” He spat, setting down his cube as he wiped his own mouth with a cuff. “You of all mechs probably have every one under the sun, anyway.” Percy murmured. Why did the pirate love torturing him so. “I think it may all still be just luck. Especially given the medical situation you’re in, I think your sheer luck has piloted you this entire time.But that all comes with being a pirate, I’m sure.” The Wrecker laughed, a genuine thing. At the mention of herding scientists, as if if they were some pet with needs to fill, Percy gave Lockdown a playful shove. “You made it sound so crude! I did not advise you to gather them only for your enjoyment!” He fussed halfway, knowing it was a poke more than anything. “Well,not so much as better things to do so much as so many things to do...” His optics drifted back off at the sun through the window as Percy sighed. “I don’t doubt that you will, Lockdown. I think it would be...rather fun, actually.”