#danceswithautobots

[cardinal-carvings]

@danceswithautobots​:  “Archex! Come over, I want to teach you to bake some bread!”

The words easily catch Archex’s attention, drawing the man over towards the pseudo-- even as the faint tells of a frown painted his features. He loved cooking-- providing for others, it made him feel useful and good about himself. It was nice to know those he cared about weren’t going to suffer as he once had long ago. And yet...

     “I... are you sure I’m the right person to signal out for this?”

[gildedcommander]

@danceswithautobots​:  “Ah, The Golden Commander out and about for a afternoon walk again are we?”

Pyre’s head tilts enough for visored eyes to take in the sight of the woman-- eyes that narrow faintly behind the blank slate of his helmet that seemed to ever be in a perpetual frown. A frown that was vaguely mirrored beneath the surface as Pyre regarded Misfits for a moment.

     “Of course,” He offered, almost conversationally, “I have to make sure everything is in order.”

[origamiblades]

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When Armitage had received information about a Cybertronian (or, well, no... upon closer inspection there’s a chance that something was different here) who had taken up residence on Batuu, it’d immediately sparked his interest. Of course, no one else in the Order seemed to care much for it. Dismissing the very probability that this could be an excellent opportunity for the First Order.

Hux wasn’t surprised at their lack of vision, of course. He’d decided it didn’t matter that they were blind-- he had plenty of ideas and it’d be a shame not to put them into motion. Even if it’d took months before he was satisfied with all of the equipment he’d had to upgrade (more yet he even made from scratch) his excitement didn’t hinder. Nor did he rush things.

He was a patient man. It’d gotten him this far in life, and he would see to it it’d get him further yet.

When Vitari managed to pull off her task of apprehending the Cybertronian while she’d been coming back from getting milk, Armitage was gleeful. There was definitely another promotion in her future... he always knew she’d make it in the Order.

Circling the modified torture chair that held the Cybertronian tight with more bindings than would be necessary for most any organic, Hux reached out and fiddled with the knobs of the EMP devices being used to further ensure his hold on his captive. It took careful foot work to keep from snagging one of the multiple cords that snaked up to connect onto the metallic being.

Information was being recorded every passing second, and Armitage was only growing more and more excited as time ticked by. But he kept himself composed, circling back to stand before his prisoner.

“Rise and shine.” He’d noticed read outs displaying the factor it seemed she was finally awakening from the kidnapping. A soft grin sat upon his features as he eyed the pseudo with a curious eye, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

[agitatedwarmachine]

@danceswithautobots:  *yeets Silver at*

Oh! Oh they catch the silver easily and hunker down with a grin. Returning back after a little mission to some goodies? Who were they to complain?

[ignitethespark]

@danceswithautobots​: “Ah ha I was wondering if I would ever get to see Batuu’s Bird of Many Names before I left.”

Ah, yes. Vi knew exactly who this unique being before her was, and she found herself offering the woman a soft smile.

    “Is that what I’m known for these days?” Vi queried, bemused at the idea enough to laugh, “I guess I do have quite a collection now.”

“Didn’t you only just get here?” She distinctly remembered the day Zade had told her about the woman showing up looking for Hondo Ohnaka of all people. She’d anticipated it was likely Misfits was going to end up at least lingering longer after so long and coming so far.

[poiseandpatience]

FITS IS HERE WITH PARTY HORNS AND CONFETTI “HAPPY SPARK DAY BITCH.”

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Oh no, oh no no no no no—

"Keep your voice down, there's no need to make a big deal out of it."

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

Misfits has arrived with an incredibly important and special delivery. "Ironhide I went to a local animal shelter today I got a surprise for you, It's not forever but I'm volunteer fostering!" She takes the lid off a very large box, inside is at least twelve kittens mewling and wandering around inside with a pair of very pleased looking pair of calico queens. "I thought you might like to see the babies."

…oh.

Oh, no.

No, no, no no no.

Ironhide has never been much of an animal person, but kittens–

“I love them.”

If Cybertronians could actually cry, there would be tears welling up in Ironhide’s optics.

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She puts up her arms. What was she suppose to have done? Let the Cyberformium take her life?

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’m working with the others to come up with some kinda glamor hologram thing so I can cover-“ she gestures to her face and the exposed parts of her legs “-this up. At least something so I can go out in public and grocery shop or whatever. “

She sighed, “I’m literally the same person.”

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      .  .  .  .  is that a rhetorical question, because his vote is yes--.

“So you get blessed with not being some disgusting meat bag but turn right back around to wanting to look like one?” He missed the last part and the entire point of that technological attempt; then again, it didn’t benefit him any that she went out and shopped. Well, maybe helped his carrier out since it made sure Barricade always had something good to give his cats.

Crimson orbs squint, finally addressing her last statement, “Are you sure about that?”