#dontcallmepercy

[timexfdying]

Looking at the list of bounties, Deadlock scrolled through it with a lazy flick of his fingers, optics dim with disinterest. A lot of them were too small to bother paying attention to, hardly worth the fuel it would take to go chase them down and take them to the desired locations. A couple made him pause because they were noted as runaways, but given his own history with that he was hesitant to take any of those.

He raised a brow when he saw a small figure with a large bounty number on him. It could be worth the time if he could track this one down. Smiling faintly, he got up and stretched, making his way to his comms console so he could find out a bit more about this 'Perceptor' and why the Decepticons wanted him so badly.

@dontcallmepercy

[specialopsschoolteacher-blog]

Perceptor offers a wrapped up box to the school teacher.

“Perceptor! You really didn’t have to-” She smiles, though, and leans in to give him a friendly peck on the cheek in thanks, though, before she starts to open it, humming cheerily. “What is it?”

[gentlexwind]

"So, what do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?" [hi again hope this ok]

Send my muse "So, what do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?"

The scientist is greeted with a mildly shocked look from the motorcycle, an optic ridge furrowing at the question. Where’d that come from? Shifting on pedes, Prowl crosses arms over chassis with a small, if not confused, frown.

‘Depends. Why do you want to know?’

[shockarmlongwave-blog]

Percy looks down. "The project seems to be 50/50 chance an autobot turns into a flier."

“That is an acceptable loss. You have done well, Perceptor.” Shockwave muses as he looks over reports scattered about the table, reviewing the test results. “There are many defectors from the Autobots who will eagerly supply themselves for a chance to fly among their comrades.” He drums his claws on the desk’s edge, rhythmically, before finally setting the pads down and turning to Perceptor.

“You have performed admirably, despite your emotional misgivings...do you desire a reward?” Now, there’s a new offer- reward, instead of punishment?

[rustedservos]

+dontcallmepercy

dontcallmepercy started following you

::This is Ratchet, CMO of the Autobots. State your emergency.::

[driftsetadrift]

-offers cookies and milk-

*Nomnomnoms*

[verdigrisprowl]

dontcallmepercy started following you

«Perceptor. Prowl here. Can I help you?»

[slag1t-blog]

@dontcallmepercy

   Nikki had arrived on Cybertron. Her arrival was not unnoticed though as she had glimpses of confusion aimed at her for the appearance of her mech body. Sadly not having a vehicle form she couldn’t transform and drive away instead, she had to walk. Most of the time she came to Cybertron to get guidance and basically how to be retrained though as a mech and not human.

Finally arriving, she was happy to get away from the passing stares and waved to Alpha Trion who beckoned her over. Since she had the mind of another species, Alpha Trion was afraid to hook her up to any machinery until he knew more about her original type of specie. 

As time passed many had come and gone from his office and still stares passed, she was not an average Cybertron. Though she hopped the next visitor was not so judgmental and a question could go a long way.