#arockstxr

[saffronsass]

Science and Cybertronians.

It had been just shy a month since Mako had given the trio a drum of Jaeger fuel with the intent to return what went unused, and synthesising Energon trials began. He hadn’t expected a miracle, brilliant minds both, but Newt and Hermann were only human, donating some of his emergency rations to the cause, but he forgot humans had two things called determination and persistence. So, a miracle is what he got.

He forgot these two crunched the numbers hourly for Kaiju attacks and statistics. Creating an consumable alien compound was again, number crunching. 

It was not the exotic blue he was used to, more a radioactive green, but it seemed to function like energon.

Taking another little sip and comparing it to his HUD, and he was bobbing his helm from side to side in thought at the results.

“... Well, it doesn’t taste gritty like the last batch” Fixit admitted, keeping an eye on his HUD. “And my tank is already diverting it to my fuel pump so its a faster reaction time too. I might just need more than one daily fueling as this isn’t actual energon so it isn’t as beneficial. When you get a big break in your workload, I will happily help out refining it more. Just means I get to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner when you guys do”

@arockstxr​

[sunstreakerapologist]

@arockstxr liked for a starter!

“So... You’re a scientist from another dimension who is staying in my murder robot friend’s apartment. How the hell do you deal with that man?” 

[spaceraiseda]

@arockstxr  /  sc.

                               ❛  you kinda remind me of someone i know. you got that ... weird, mad scientist vibe. do you eat fingers, too  ?  ❜

[gottliebphd-blog]

@arockstxr cont. 

       ❝ I— um— ❞   Truth be told, Hermann hadn’t thought this through. Flashes of the Anteverse had him sleeping restlessly since their drift; often causing him to wake in a panic with his fists clutching the bed sheets, drenched in a cold sweat and trying to steady his breathing as he came to recognise his living quarters. Nightmares; just enough to make him fear sleeping.           ❝ —No. ❞      Hermann dropped his gaze down to Newton’s bare feet and then to his own. Navy slippers covered by pin-strip pyjama pants and pale blue dressing robe.       Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to meet Newton’s eyes again.  ❝ May I come in? ❞

[andneverchangeashade]

@arockstxr

Bruce didn't know why, but he was sure he recognized the man sitting at the end of the bar. That suit was too good for someone with a PDDC salary, though, so he was sure he couldn't possibly have known him from work.

Still, he felt as if he needed to speak to the man, so he grabbed his glass of whiskey and wandered down to the other end of the bar.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you. You just seem like a familiar and friendly face in an otherwise-" he paused and gestured around the bar, "unfriendly place."

[hiwaade-blog]

symbol starters: first meetings || accepting 

✈ -  For our muses to be sitting beside each other on an airplane.

@themxthership // @arockstxr

       yukio was finally relaxing into her seat ; she had been somewhat nervous, finally leaving the country. but as the plane took off, she exhaled, shoulders falling as she leaned against the seat and her eyes started wandering around - she didn’t find much to see and ended up staring out the window, over a stranger seated next to her when she noticed --

               ❝ your tattoos look very impressive. ❞ of course she knew what kaijuus were and -- she did NOT like them. but that didn’t mean the tattoos did not make an impression. she barely blinked as she looked at them. ❝ can i take a closer look? ❞

[hermanngottlied]

@arockstxr cont from [here]: “Okay, look, if the Kaiju do ever decide to roll back around one day, then would it hurt to know a bit more about them?” he said. “And failing that, what about knowledge for knowledge’s sake? We’re scientists! We could write the sickest paper!”

He kept his tone carefully light, but the truth was, he was hungry for this. Starving for it. It was both a hunger for knowledge and brilliance, and an urge born of intense anxiety. They needed to know everything they could. Just… just in case.

"Yes." Hermann said thoughtfully, still considering the proposal but aware a reply was expected. "You're right, of course." And really who at this table was shocked by that particular revelation. "We have a scientific duty to investigate further." In case it's not over. At once the anxiety of knowing he was not alone in this unspoken fear, nausea at the memory of their unorthodox drift and excitement at the idea of publishing again tangled into a complex knot at the bottom of Hermann's stomach.

It would be satisfying to work with Newton on something proactive with a dash of the academic as the metaphorical whipped cream and cherry on top. How long had it been since either man had the time to write, or the confidence they'd live long enough to publish?

"I have my initial notes, of course." Hermann offered. This was the place to start, of course, loath as he was to relive the last night of the apocalypse. Leave it Newton Geiszler to jump right in assuming another experimental neural link with a purely hypothetical chunk of kaiju brain matter was step one.

"We should begin with thoroughly documenting our experience. I doubt one paper will be sufficient to thoroughly analyse the xenodrift." Oh he would absolutely be abbreviating that to xdrift and immediately felt just a little bit slick.

[friendo-boi]

@arockstxr continued from [x]

"I don't know how your listening comprehension's going in there champ," Tendo strolled behind Newt's head, somehow in the room once more despite having left mere moments ago, "Hermann's gone." Wandering back into sight, he leaned into his hip and turned, hand poised on his hip theatrically.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Gottlieb can't come to the phone right now." Tendo, who wasn't there, put a nonexistent hand to his ear miming a headset."Why? Oh--" a sickly sweet chuckle completely incongruous with the man's normal demeanour and layered with the laugh of something decidedly not human. "Because he's dead."

After a moments pause to let the joke land he shook his head, dropping the bit.

"Sorry, tactless." Both hands raised to fend off the kind of criticism you might expect for a bad pun. "I know you're not keen on TayTay." The really Tendo Choi would never call a pop star something beyond his usual First Initial-Last Name mashup.

"But Hermann's definitely not an option. The only one left to come for you's me. And I just wanted to see if you're even sorry." His brow knit together. A familiar face of pain, exhaustion and crippling loss. "You're not, are you? You killed the last of our friends, Newton, and you're not even sorry."