Wreck and Formulate

A constant interchange of whether shooting or asking will come first.

[timewxrp-remade]

+snipeceptor

Brainstorm hadn’t expected to be stuck in Perceptor’s lab, nor expected to be caught. All he really needed was a tool or two, but instead the engineer had spent half an hour wasting time investigating.

So when said mech was spotted in Brainstorm’s peripheral vision, he couldn’t exactly make up an excuse on the spot. Wait an hour and he’ll come up with something.

"Um.. Hey again..?"

[snipeceptor]

Perceptor didn't look overtly surprised. Why would he? Brainstorm up to something unnecessary was his specialty, and the sniper had already long concluded that it was only a matter of time before he would be found here.

So spotting him rummaging through his things was exasperating, but no surprise. He inhaled through his vents for a moment, just looking down at him. 

"Can I help you."

[snipeceptor]

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[timewxrp-remade]

//Hnnnnngggg I need to get MTMTE #37 nowwww

//Release already dammit

[skidsyamnesia]

[[ When is it coming out? Like, what day? :0 ]]

[timewxrp-remade]

//I think it already came out in America on the 21st but I dunno

//I need it in NZ hnnnn

[snipeceptor]

((It was actually postponed. Roberts is struggling with some scene so he had to push it back I think?))

[snipeceptor]

NAME: PERCEPTOR

AGE: 7 million years

SPECIES:  Cybertronian

GENDER: Mech

SEXUALITY:  Pansexual (Aromantic)

PROFESSION: Scientist, Sniper, former Wrecker.

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                   { PHYSICAL ASPECTS }

BODY TYPE: Tall.

HELM: Black.

OPTICS: Blue, one optic replaced with crosshairs that while excellent while sniping, can cause him issues out of combat.

PLATING: Black, Red, and Turquoise.

HEIGHT:  Tall.

WEIGHT:  Heavy.

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                             { FAMILY }

Immediate Family: Lobe, Sparkbrother.

ANY PETS?: yes [x] || no [ ]

 - If yes, which and how many?

One, Vos.

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                          { SKILLS }  

Physical Strength: 6/10

Endurance: 8/10

Speed: 7/10

Agility: 9/10

Intelligence: 10/10 

Charisma: 4/10

Willpower: 9/10

                         { TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE ——

Intelligent

Skilled

Determined

Adaptable

Calm

—— NEGATIVE ——

Stubborn

Closed off

Nonchalant

Controlling

Terrified of being helpless

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                                      { LIKES }

COLOURS: Chrome, blue, colors caused by chemical reactions.

SMELLS: The distinct chemicals in his lab.

FOOD: None.

FRUITS: None.

DRINKS: Energon.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? 

yes [x] || no [ ]

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                  {  OTHER DETAILS  }

SMOKES?: yes [ ] || no [ ] || sometimes [x] ((just to make sure kup's cigars were in order))

DRUGS?: yes [ ] no [x] || sometimes [ ]

DRIVER LICENSE?:  yes [x] || no [ ]

EVER BEEN ARRESTED? no [x] || yes [ ] || almost [ ]

[snipeceptor]

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[vernaculae-deactivated20150402]

Company || Closed.

[vernaculae-deactivated20150402]

             ︻デ┳═ー;;  Trigger may have been an intruder, however his intentions were far from nefarious.  If anything he was more like a stray cybercat testing out its chances in a foreign environment. And so far, his experimentation wasn’t doing so well.  Most did not react kindly to having a Division member in close proximity, Autobots and Decepticons alike.  And he’d been doing quite the effort to avoid picking targets larger than himself.  Which, of course, really narrowed down most viable options.

                                  “… En-er-” He exhaled a distressed whine as he attempted to pick up the word, however Perceptor’s reaction had become all too familiar.  When it came to guns, he was at a disadvantage unless he were being wielded.

[snipeceptor]

He was hungry. How peculiar. Perceptor kept a trained optic on him, looking him over in a cursory manner. Why would a member of the Division ever come here scouring for resources, here of all places? It wreaked of desperation, quite an uncharacteristic quality in a Division member. How increasingly peculiar. Further, he wore no badge, but that could hardly mean anything. Well, Perceptor's servo rested on his hip thoughtfully. In lieu of the cat metaphor, perhaps feeding it would relax it.

He turned on his heel, unlocking a supply he kept safe from curious hands and holding out a cube. "Here." He thought of what had happened to Trailcutter, and a hint of doubt entered his mind for a moment.

At least as near as he could tell, there wasn't an unsuspecting chair lying about.

[snipeceptor]

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[vernaculae-deactivated20150402]

Company || Closed.

[vernaculae-deactivated20150402]

             ︻デ┳═ー;;  He froze for a moment at the other’s keen observation.  He’d never expected to be found out so quickly, considering he was overall a very stealthy mech.  Trigger peeked out at who he assumed was the owner of the lab, still reluctant to comply with the invitation.  There was no reason for him not to come out, as he was fairly certain if Perceptor attempted anything that he didn’t like he could have him on the floor in a single nano klik.

                                  Nevertheless he remained in that position, carmine optics meeting blue as he observed and awaited.  Perhaps for an opportunity to flee, after all he was certainly fast enough to manage the task.

[snipeceptor]

Even with only the briefest of glimpses towards the purple tint of the helmet, Perceptor picked up instantly who it was. Flashes of every report of the Decepticon Justice Division ran through his mind in a microinstant. But if he was alarmed by such a realization, there wasn't so much as a twitch in his optics to show it. In fact, the only evidence that acknowledged it at all was the calm servo resting on his hip with one of his pistols. 

"Vos," he nodded, as if in greeting. "May I ask what you're doing in my lab."

[vernaculae-deactivated20150402]

Company || Closed.

             ︻デ┳═ー;;  How he’d wound up within the confines of that lab was a mystery even to himself.  Crouched below a nearby desk, Vos Trigger had attempted to peek up on several occasions in hopes of perhaps finding something interesting like energon goodies or any variant thereof.  No such luck for the mech, whose lithe frame slumped against the back of the desk as he visibly pouted with his gaze alone.

                                  He wasn’t going to find any sustenance today, apparently.

[snipeceptor]

Especially not in the lab of a detailed scientist. Perceptor hadn't kept anything looking even remotely like Energon since not one, but numerous incidents of Swerve serving and nearly killing half the crew. Having to use colorants to keep people from consuming volatile chemicals was an irritating detail, but a detail nonetheless. He wasn't where he was from lack thereof.

And as such, the minute he stepped into his lab, he knew there was something amiss. His good optic squinted slightly as he stepped forward, drawing a servo along the desk.

"You can come out now."