Blizzard

~~~~~ Low Pressure Front Incoming ~~~~~ RP blog for Transformers OC Blizzard (Bliz), a TFP Decepticon post-Predacons Rising who has no intentions of living on an Autobot governed Cybertron.

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Famous Last Words

TAGGED BY: @patternedwings​

TAGGING: I’m coming of hiatus just because I checked the meme and liked it so uhhhh whoever

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anotherhumanpet replied to your post “((sorry for the sudden absence, a bad cold wiped me out for a few...”

You can do it man, I believe in you!

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((Hang in there! Hope you feel better soon ♡♡))

hhhhh thank~

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((sorry for the sudden absence, a bad cold wiped me out for a few days. 

However, as some of you might have suspected from the declining activity here, real life stuff is enough that with or without illness I don’t really have the energy to continue these blogs at the moment. Hopefully this will change after the second week of October, because I’ve really enjoyed doing this, but until then I’m probably just going to be lurking.

Blame the 20 000 words of essays I have due in that second week.))

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goddess-mothra‌:

<<Indeed.>> Ghidorah replied flatly. <<You are to us like snow is to you.>>

The way the mecha argued was vaguely amusing. The three heads looked at each other in silent deliberation, and turned to face the mecha with matching grins of sharp, gleaming fangs. They crawled forward, leaning down to peer at the tiny creature. They raised a wing, and slammed it to the ground, the resulting wind and thud jostling a giant heap of snow to fall on top of them as well as their apparent host.

They chittered in laughter, and started to sniff at the snow, trying to locate the mechanoid.

Blizzard matched the creature’s grin with a much less impressive baring of his own teeth before the sudden mini-avalanche startled a shout out of him. 

The pile on top of him wasn’t quite heavy enough to render him completely immobile, shifting around he though he might be able to scrape his way loose, given the time. Time that seemed like he might not have, judging from the scrapping sounds from up above. Again, ambush protocols raised their options.

This time he acquiesced, temperature dropping to match his surroundings as all non vital processes slowed to a halt. Let the beast stick one of its big, dumb faces too near him. Maybe he could take out an eye. 

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medicuum‌:

“Oh I would love to get my hands on one! Though if they are sentient I wonder if they have their own form of government…if they do I would almost certainly need to go through the proper channels for the sake of education purposes…Did it seem as though they had some sort of ruling or law system in place?” He got her going with an unknown, and there were few things that brought her so much joy as the unknown did. 

“Heh, fair enough. Seekers at least partially rely upon a fuel based propulsion system anyways, these dragons sound as though they’re fully mechanical, which means that they don’t use fuel to take off. Though one could consider energy to be fuel, at least where organics are concerned.” 

“Didn’t really seem that way, they were kind of spread out. Seemed more like they had their own separate territories, but I dunno. Maybe they were all paying dues to some king dragon or something. Didn’t really come up while we were fighting.” As these things typically didn’t. Unless one had a particularly long and informative warcry, he supposed.

“I mean, it’s similar, right? My friend has organic pets, and seems like they take their fuel in liquid and solid form to keep them all energetic.”

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Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition)

Repost, bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character, italicize the themes that could apply

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall |Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

TAGGED BY: @patternedwings (thanks!) TAGGING: @theredhellion, @thegiltdoom, @medicuum, who ever wants to!

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goddess-mothra‌:

<<And the snow was here before you, yet here you are.>> A-deen retorted, indulging in a rare moment of petulance. Dhva continued to chitter at T-rhee’s expense, receiving a glower from the cowering sibling.

Ghidorah noticed the shudder, but interpreted it as a sign of fear towards their regeneration. So the tiny mecha had some manner of sense after all. Its question gave the hydra pause. They didn’t particularly want to stay here, since there was indeed very little here to entertain them, but they also didn’t want to give the impression there was leeway for discussion about their presence on this planet.

<<We grew weary of our travels.>> They replied, tucking their wings close and propping them in front of their chest. <<We had not landed on a planet for a long time. We were bored.>> And would continue to be so, it seemed. There was apparently only one tiny mecha here and no one else to fight.

“The snow ain’t exactly going to lay a claim,” Blizzard said dismissively, scowling darkly. Were this dragon thing any less huge, he wouldn’t hesitate before forcefully stating his claim. But, alas, he didn’t have the firepower.

Yet, at least. Maybe he could defer this confrontation, see what the armory had in the way of long rage weapons. Shells designed to pierce a spark chamber surely wouldn’t have any problem with the hide of some over-achieving lizard.

“Go find another planet,” he said, sounding somewhere between commanding and grumpy. “This isn’t a fragging rest stop.”

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::Blizzard, Blizzard, Blizzard, Bliz! Can I call you Bliz? Can I come over? I wanna show you something.::

::Yes and yes,:: Blizzard said promptly. ::You can find your own way, right?::

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theredhellion‌:

“The Soundwave from our ‘verse didn’t have those tentacle thingies. I wonder how I’d compare to him.” Sideswipe was quiet for a beat, then, with the most serious expression he could muster, “Sideswipe: superior,” he said in his best imitation of Soundwave’s machine-y monotone.

However close to the real thing he might’ve gotten, he ruined the whole picture by laughing at himself and his attempt right after. “Haven’t started to read minds yet.” And he probably never would because that seemed like a weird thing to start doing all of a sudden. “You wanna hear the story of how I got the visor? ‘Cause I didn’t always have it and you don’t really see my alternates walking around with ones. I’m special!

“Definitely extra deadly,” Sideswipe agreed with a sage nod. Sunstreaker had been badass before, but add to that the ability to even more effectively tear into others with his bare servos?

It was why Sideswipe had always loved claws and why he’d wanted them back. They’d managed with blunt digits, but it just wasn’t the same. 

Now they could even more easily rip their opponents apart if they wanted to! Hopefully in the future that opponent just wouldn’t be Blizzard, unless the setting was a friendly spar.

Blizzard who thought he was cute. Sideswipe went straight from giggling about it into being flustered, making some kind of beeping noise and covering his face with his servos. “Glad to hear that,” he managed to say, parting his digits enough to peer up at Blizzard. It was good to be cute. And hot. And scary. 

And cute. Gosh. Sideswipe brushed his flusterment under the nearest carpet and freed his servos from his face, ignoring the little warm fuzzies fluttering around in his spark. Wasn’t it just nice to get compliments from friends.

It was also nice to invite friends to places, but Blizzard’s mods made the locations you could invite him to a little limited. Sideswipe didn’t want him to be uncomfortable and on the verge of overheating. He guffawed at the idea of bringing the snow and ice of Blizzard’s planet into the middle of an arena. A nice thought, but it would probably all just melt and then they’d have a flood in their hands. 

Which could be entertaining! They should try to do that sometime. Though maybe on a Cybertron that he didn’t care if it flooded or not. The one they frequented he liked functional and in one piece, because they got to fight there.

That said, “The place we usually go to is pretty hot. Like, Cybertron itself puts out so much heat, and then you add to that the from the factories, and then the arena itself is on the lower decks where it’s hotter to begin with…” So, not all that ideal for Blizzard.

But Sideswipe didn’t want that to be the obstacle for inviting Blizzard to some quality Pit time. Frowning in thought, Sideswipe raised up one digit. “Tell you what, I’ll dig around a little and find an arena that’s on a cooler Cybertron, and preferably on the first deck and open air so it gets properly ventilated even. Cybertrons closer to the start of the war should have that.” Not to mention more desperate mecha willing to risk their lives in the Pits, which meant more opponents and opportunities to fight.

Bad for them, but good for multiversal travelers that benefited from that sort of environment! “That sound good?” Sideswipe peered up at the larger mech, his helm tilting in question.

“It’ll have to wait just a bit ‘cause I’ve got a lot of stuff to do for an orn or two, but I can letche know once I’ve got a place scouted.”

The idea of Soundwave’s. . . everything, matched with Sideswipe laughing was an uncannily uncomfortable one and Blizzard pulled a face. “Wouldn’t recommend going back to get tentacles installed. Or reading minds,” he said. Or doing any number of the activities it was occasionally rumored that Soundwave did. Only occasionally, mind. Rumors about him tended to. . . die out.

“Yeah? is it not just a cosmetic thing?” Blizzard asked, tilting his helm curiously. “Haven’t met any other yous, yet, but I bet you are.”

Blizzard nodded solemnly at the verdict of Sunstreaker’s murder ability. As such an adaptable species, it was a wonder that anyone would willingly deny themselves of some extra edge. Everyone should have claws. But then, Autobots were Autobots.

Which was to say, deluded. Why else would you make soldiers (albeit, ones who was just as much a danger to you as the other side) less dangerous. Blizzard shook his helm clear of the thought in favour of smiling down at Sideswipe’s painfully obvious embarrassment. He’d tease, but it seemed like a genuine compliment had been more than enough to fluster the mech. Instead, he bumped Sideswipe’s shoulder with his own as a sign of affection, and tried to move on.

He wistfully imagined convincing an arena to have some sort of polar themed event that would give him an entirely unfair advantage, but would also be exceptionally fun. His mods were limiting in many ways, but when in the environment they were designed for, they would enable him to eviscerate the competition. But that was only a particularly gory daydream, and he quickly brought himself back to attending to what Sideswipe was saying.

“Not really a good idea,” he agreed, his face scrunching at the thought. “Wouldn’t exactly be a long fight.” Or a particularly showy one. No fun for the spectators, and especially not for him.

“Yeah? You’d do that? Sure, mech, that’d be great! Been awhile since I’ve had some proper fights, y’know? When it’s not been a dragon or whatever fragging else,” Blizzard grinned, nodding. “No rush, it’ll give me some time to prepare. Besides, much rather it takes a bit of time rather than end up fighting for my life in an arena that’s too hot.”

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viribus-et-honoris‌:

Primus, the mech needs to cool down. Blizzard and Sentinel aren’t even remotely atmospherically compatible people, and the old Prime just shakes his helm at the comment with a wry smirk. 

He chuckles a bit. “I’m sure it was political commentary. I am not the … most popular around here, with it being a mostly Decepticon establishment. Fortunately, many of the mechs here don’t really know who I am, so perhaps I can turn their opinion around.”

There’s a minor shrug under the cloak. “Or maybe I won’t, and that is fine as well. I won’t be here forever. With any luck, perhaps the age of Primes is over, though I suspect it isn’t. Who knows? Maybe the next Prime will have been a Decepticon, hm?”

The snow begins to come down harder, swirling gently in the wind. Sentinel would love snow if it weren’t for the bitter temperatures that has to come with it; it’s pretty, and he likes looking at it. When it’s quiet and late at night, the soft, almost imperceptible sound of snow falling reminds him of the feeling of deep peace he’d once had in the Well. 

“I think it is odd for many people in some ways,” the red mech comments. “Many of these mechs were always around others, but in a military setting. They had someone to tell them when to get up, when to eat, and what to do. Now they are having to learn how to live a civilian life and it is very difficult for them. Many have nowhere to live at first, so there are outreach systems everywhere, shelters and such with a sort of barracks set up where they can go.” Sentinel gestures, pointing down the block to the right. “The one here is down that way a few kliks.”

Remembering, he looks over at the polar tank. “Did you see the academy? It’s nearly done – it’s general education, but it’s free and the professors are donating their time in trade for housing and other such things. We are building many of them across the planet, and they will cover the entirety of primary education.”

Blizzard grunted in agreement; from what he’d seen, there were very few names more hated than Sentinel’s, and that was only because he hadn’t been around in the war to spark more personal grudges.

The old Prime’s next statement earned him a sidelong look. “You ain’t worried that if they keep hating you this much they’ll listening to you?” he asked incredulously, before his mouth curved in a frown. “Wha’d’ya mean ‘you suspect’? Just say no one gets the Matrix after you and it’s over, right?”

He subsided into silence, staring into the whirling distance and barely noticing the increased weight of the snowfall. It wasn’t coming at him horizontally, carried by winds that threatened to bowl him over, so it was barely worth registering. Especially here, in a relatively flat area where a misplaced pede isn’t going to send him tumbling down a crevasse.

“Yeah, I can get that,” he said, nodding solemnly. “Had some trouble dealing with that myself. But, since then I’ve been. . . more or less on my own. That’s what I meant, it’s weird to just see so many people after it’s just been me, the mountains, and occasionally a voice over the comms. Kinda overwhelming after a while.”

He shuttered his optics, shaking his helm to clear it and giving the old Prime a look that almost dared him to comment.

“Think I might’ve walked past it once or twice,” he said. “Sounds like a good idea. That was one of the things I kinda worried about, during the War, the younger soldiers we started seeing didn’t seem to know even what they taught me.”

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medicuum‌:

“Interesting, interesting…I wonder if something in their biology allows them to be able to harness such elements of nature. Something in the throat perhaps…or an additional organ in the abdomen that isn’t of the standard in most reptiles and mammalian animals…” Not to mention the apparent appearance of sentience, and if it wasn’t true sentience perhaps a form of mimicry? Such as parrots and other birds were capable of doing..? 

“That makes sense, I would imagine that the downward motion of the wings would force air and possibly create a vacuum between the ground and their wings…or perhaps some kind of rudimentary propulsion system? Force exerted by the wings then creates lift..hmm…” 

Blizzard huffed, mildly amused at her scholarly enthusiasm. “Your guess is probably better than mine, Doc. Wouldn’t know the standard organ array if I saw it and I’m not exactly equipped with the tools for a. . . neat dissection.”

He shrugged wordlessly at her next musings. “Had a Seeker talk my audial off once about the intricacies of how they fly, but I can tell you right now, that knowledge didn’t carry over.”

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goddess-mothra‌:

<<That gives us equal right to claim this planet.>> Not that hydras would ever stay on one planet, but they were not about to leave just because a random tiny mechanoid said so.

T-rhee whimpered in pain when the mecha chopped his tongue off. He reared away, dribbling a line of blood through the snow. Tears stung his eyes, but his tongue quickly grew back. Dhva was nearly choking on laughter. A-deen snarled, and swooped down to bite T-rhee on the horn, rousing another pitiful whine.

Stop being an embarrassment. He scolded his sibling, who cowered and lowered his head.

<<Evidently not.>> A-deen replied, tone flat and unimpressed as he turned back to the mecha. <<We are staying. You cannot stop us.>>

“I was here first,” Blizzard argued. “A long time before you.”

He watched the section of tongue regrow, unable to fully clamp down on a repulsed shudder. That was not how body parts should behave. Bad enough that this thing seemed to have three barely connected personalities, judging from the way the three heads were waving around each other. 

Of all the organics to invade his planet, it had to be a weird one.

He frowned at Ghidorah’s statement, unable to fault it. No way he’d be able to best this thing in a fight. Time to change tactics. “Why do you want to?” he demanded. “Not a lot here.”

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goddess-mothra‌:

Ghidorah let out a huff, blowing a cloud of white. <<You are not native to this planet. It is not yours.>> They crouched to better see the tiny creature, three heads peering at it from all angles.

<<We are a hydra. Our wings are strong. We travel the Great Silence. This cold is tolerable.>>

While the middle head spoke, the side heads leaned closer. The one on their right sniffed at the creature, while the one on their left stared with avid fascination. Drawing near, the left head flicked out his tongue to lick the mecha on the chest. A shriek of alarm sounded as his tongue got stuck. He pulled back immediately, dragging the mecha along.

The head on the right burst into loud cackling. The middle head grimaced. They both watched their sibling thrash and whine, neither willing to help.

“Things that are native to it don’t seem to be making a claim, so don’t see why not,” Blizzard argued. He snorted at the creature’s claims - he didn’t know what the Great Silence was, but he doubted that anything so organic looking would find these temperatures ‘tolerable’.

Blizzard leaned back as the two giant heads approached. He was distracted growling at the right head when the left swung in and fragging licked him. Almost before the head reacted, Blizzard transformed his hand into an axe and started slashing at the tongue still stuck to his cold plating.

“I’m not edible,” he announced, punctuating each word with a swing of his axe.

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medicuum‌:

He certainly had her undivided attention, even if it wasn’t exactly the things that she wanted to know about she conceded the fact that there was a strong possibility that he wouldn’t know the answers to the kind of scientific questions that she had in mind. Of course that wasn’t going to stop her from trying either. 

“Fascinating!” It seemed she was saying that a lot lately, oh well, “It spoke and everything? So the creature had some kind of sentience about it? And others with other types of breaths? What kind?” 

“We saw fire, ice, and electricity breaths,” Blizzard said, squinting at nothing in particular as he tried to remember. “They definitely were sentient enough to communicate, and one of them seemed to extracting a toll from those passing nearby, so I guess they were pretty clever.”

He paused for a minute, wondering what an obviously scientifically minded person might find interesting. “They all flew pretty well, considering how big they were and how they flap their wings. Kinda weird to watch, really.”

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::Blizzard, Blizzard, Blizzard, Bliz! Can I call you Bliz? Can I come over? I wanna show you something.::

::Yes and yes,:: Blizzard said promptly. ::You can find your own way, right?::

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theredhellion‌:

Say what you say about the operation that was the Pits, they knew how to make a mech look good. Maybe they weren’t looks that would go well with the Autobots, or really any of the city-states that had sympathized with the Autobots rather than the Decepticons, but Sideswipe wasn’t here to pander to the weak-willed losers that made up the enemy faction.

He’d left that faction just so he wouldn’t need to do that. And this? This was a step in the right direction in erasing their mark on him. He no longer wore the red insignia; now he didn’t wear the armor either.

He wasn’t an Autobot, and now he was that much further from looking like one.

‘Course he couldn’t stop grinning his little spark out.

And at the comment of scaring others with the visor and mask combo, Sideswipe broke into outright laughter. “Good. I tried to pick the mask design to look a little scary.” It looked best in combination with the visor, and that was how Sideswipe foresaw himself most using it, but with friends there was no need to double down on the scary look.

But when he was about to whoop someone’s ass? Having his whole face hidden might give him a good look to go with it. A little mystery or whatever you wanted to call it. What was it that made Soundwave look so off-putting? He could copy that. Maybe it was only moving with a purpose in mind and wasting no time on anything that lacked a reason.

Sideswipe preened at the further praise he got, his chest puffing out. He looked good! Blizzard thought he looked good! And like he could mess people up.

Perfect. He’d said that already, but it was perfect. Sideswipe couldn’t help the happy trill. “Sunny’s got claws now!” Blizzard had guessed right. “He got retractable ones ‘cause he likes using blunt digits for his art sometimes.” Made some things easier when you weren’t poking through your canvas or digging grooves into something you were trying to sculpt. “No other mods though. I didn’t have anything in mind, but the place did such good job on my frame that ‘least I know where I’d wanna go to get something done.” Which was a good thing to have in the multiverse where the abundance of options could quickly get dizzying.

“You think I’m cute!” Sideswipe giggled with a wheeze of his vents, just short of jumping straight into the air with how he bounced on his pedes. He was doing a lot of bouncing here, but the excited energy overflowing his field needed some outlet. If that made him cute, well, Sideswipe had never minded being cute. It didn’t mean he couldn’t be hot and terrifying too, it all just depended on how he presented himself. 

Blizzard could get the cute. Sideswipe saw no reason to try to be hot or terrifying with him. “Wanna come to the Pits with us sometime? We still fight kind of semi-regularly, and I feel like I gotta give this frame a spin in the environment it’s built for, you know? You ever fight in the Pits? Would you get too hot if you tried to do it now?”

From what he knew of the twins’ history, Blizzard wasn’t surprised that Sideswipe was so delighted. He didn’t pretend to know exactly what they went through, but he imagined this did something to. . . not erase those events, but ease the mark they had left, perhaps.

It was self-determination, was what it was, Sideswipe deciding how he wanted to look, and Primus knew that was something it seemed like the twins hadn’t gotten much of in their early years.

No one had, not under the caste system, but that wasn’t the topic up for discussion here.

“Definitely works,” Blizzard confirmed. “Specially with that visor, something about not being able to see a mech’s optics makes folks real nervous.” Not that he didn’t think Sideswipe was well aware of that, but it seemed like a little affirmation wasn’t out of the question. “Not as creepy as Soundwave, mind, but he’s got all those tentacles and things, hard to compete with that.”

He nodded at the confirmation of his guess. “Yeah, think he said something to me once about wanting to use both. Guess he’s that extra bit more deadly now, huh?” he said, his tone joking. If that was possible, and there wasn’t some point where extra deadliness just became superfluous. There were still distinct weld marks on Blizzard’s chestplate that reminded him that, when it came to him personally, Sunstreaker didn’t really need to try all that hard to be deadly.

“Cause you are cute,” Blizzard said, a hint of fondness to his voice. Cute didn’t have to rule out the possibility of being hot and terrifying, after all. In fact, he found the things that were just cute a little concerning. You had to worry about their safety far more than if they were also extremely dangerous. Hot was a matter he might not be the best mech to ask about, but it was all about confidence, and that generally overlapped with terrifying, at least in his experience. Everything was mixed together.

He paused briefly before answering the question, pretending to himself that he was analysing the climate data of his old Kaon and hadn’t been brought up short by emotions tied to the thought of visiting a city that could look like his own. “That could be fun,” he said breezily. “Went a few rounds when I was a bit short, but never anything big, y’know. Now?” he pulled a face and see-sawed his servo back and forth. “Probably wouldn’t have any problems in the depths of winter, but everything else is gonna be. . . uncomfortable.

“‘Less we can convince ‘em to truck in a bunch of snow and make the other guy promise not to use fire weapons,” he added, with a lopsided grin.

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viribus-et-honoris‌:

Sentinel sips his soup, throwing a bit of a look in Blizzard’s direction. “I speak all of our planet’s major languages. All off them. You try learning all of the dialects and you’ll find that some don’t come as naturally as others.” He pauses for another bite. “Kaonite, Tarnish, Simfurian, and the other glottal languages give me trouble, but you’d never know I’m not from Tyger Pax, Crystal City, or Tagon Heights if you heard me speak them. I even speak Vosnian passably enough that the Seekers don’t hate it.”

“So don’t assume I didn’t learn them properly just because you want another reason to resent me,” he finishes, going back to his food. It’s good, and the bowl is warm in his hands. 

But in a blink, the tank’s bowl is empty, causing the old Prime to blink. “… Primus’s Light, mech. If you’re still hungry, find something else that appeals. It’s all pretty good.”

“So,” Sentinel hugs the cloak closer to himself, soup clutched close. So cold. “What have you seen in your wanderings?”

Blizzard grunted, loathe to admit that his opinion might not be based on fact, but sufficiently distracted by good food to be unwilling to argue the point.

Instead, his optics scanned the neighbouring stalls in a considering fashion. Most of the foods on offer were served warm, which made sense, it was winter her after all. However, being adapted to much harsher climes detracted from the appeal somewhat, and with the soup already raising his core temperature uncomfortably, he decided against it.

“Maybe later,” he said, attention moving back to Sentinel and trying to keep a straight face as he noted how much the cold was bothering the old mech. “Need to cool down a bit.”

He paused for a second, mulling over the question: what had he seen? “Seems like construction’s going well. And not just being done by the folks who would’ve been doing it before. Saw a pretty spot on caricature of you next to what was probably cutting political commentary, but it’d been scratched out.” He shrugged, optics shuttering once as he rubbed at his forearm. “I dunno. It’s been kinda. . . weird, being around so many people.”

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medicuum‌:

Any previous concern over the awkwardness from the previous part of their conservation immediately vanished without a trace, her expression one of curiosity and intrigue. “Fascinating! If you don’t mind I think I would love to hear more about this alternate Earth?” 

What was the climate like, she wondered? Was it like here or totally different? Was the planet bigger or smaller? Were the constellations the same and were they even in the same solar system? She had so many questions! What about these dragons for instance? Were they reptilian or amphibians in their biology? 

“Sure,” Blizzard said, more than happy to tell the story of a glorious victory. “So, me and some friends went dragon hunting in this place. We started out in the foothills of some mountain range, bit warmer than I like, but fine enough. Until one of them started a forest fire while we were settlin’ a disagreement.”

He paused for a moment, to pull a face of distaste. “But yeah, then we went and found a dragon, it demanded a toll from us, and spat fire until we killed it. There were others with different breath weapons, but I’m pretty sure they’re the same species.”

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goddess-mothra‌:

All three heads swiveled towards the voice. They spotted a small mechanoid, painted to resemble the colour tones of the planet. At first, Ghidorah wasn’t sure what the thing was referring to with bringing down a mountain. That was when they remembered that loud noises broke the snow and caused them to roll down slopes.

Scoffing, A-deen raised his head, lips curled. <<A mountain is of no consequence to us. We are large, unlike you.>> He spoke in thoughts, a direct transfer between minds. Peering down at the mecha, he arched a brow. <<Are you native to this planet?>> This place didn’t appear mechanical, unless there was civilization underground.

<<We would’ve expected organic species.>>

Blizzard snarled at the intrusion of another’s words inside his helm, clutching at his forehead for a moment. Plating shifting in an ineffectual attempt to make himself look bigger, he leveled a glare at the creature.

“No, I ain’t, and neither are you. Get the frag out of my head and then get the frag off my planet.”

A brief pause, after which his snarl twisted into something a bit more like a smirk. “If your sure a mountain won’t bother you, why don’t we talk frostbite. Bet those wings are a little sensitive, huh?”