#cybertron verse

[shiningsilverarmor]

“The game or not the game...

That is the question.” 

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And he still has no idea if he was apart of such game. 

[shiningsilverarmor]

Kink: Symphony resting a hand on your shoulder, or under your chin, and a simple little smile

SAX-A-PHONE ~

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♫ AN HO--NOOOOORrrR ! ! ♫

ah~

[shiningsilverarmor]

@ofvaporex​:  // Esbie being a bouncer is equal parts amazing and hilarious.

Ratchet always get the green to go in the club. 

“AH YES, HEALER RATCHET !  No need of such title, you have passing. And do mind the hooligans on the floor that were trying to sneak within.”

[shiningsilverarmor]

If he can’t be a knight within the function infested world that’s called Cybertron, then he has two options: Guard, or 

“Thou must show title before entering the tavern.” 

Bouncer- 

[shiningsilverarmor]

@ascheming​

First deca-cycle of his new assigned duty of keeping the ruler secured and the knight has himself in stand still position outside of the quarters---

Their radiation of excitement warding off any bystander from lingering too long.  

[shiningsilverarmor]

While @ascheming​ Star goes ahead to either be paranoid or await for a no impending doom, Silverblade meanwhile will: 

Keep on giving flourished comments to Starscream 

Literally stand outside of Starscream’s hab until him or some mecha asks him why don’t you rest in your OWN room?? And he goes: 

“Oh, I merely assume I stay by my lordship’s side at all times.” 

Every morning cycle gives more comments to Starscream

Shield Starscream from the paparazzi. In his shield alt mode. 

[shiningsilverarmor]

@ascheming​

Silverblade right now in our thread:

 I only wish to serve you, my lord!

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Starscream: Sounds fake, but okay. ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯

[shiningsilverarmor]

Wing had heard pray tell of a local knight, and has thus come to investigate. “Hello? Are you... Silverblade?” he asks, giving a slight bow in greeting. ( @sir-wing )

If he wasn’t then two straight shot finials perking at his sheer mention of his title wouldn’t have told them otherwise. No mecha, at least the ones he came across during his mindless venture, knew of his designation.  

Not unless they knew of him... once upon a sad time. 

With that in mind, his posture straightened to match his finals before mimicking the bow in greeting back. 

“..a..A--aye!” he croaked in a eager rush, “Th--That I am.. Though I believe I have not given you, local stranger, of my title. Who might you be? How do you know of I?”