#iheedthecall

[alacritysparked]

|A holoform appears and sits next to the prone scout. He places his hand on his shoulder and asks, with a tilt of his helm| Tell me, my friend, what is bringing you down?

Bee jumps slightly as the holoform touches him, but gives Metroplex a tired smile. “It’s good to see you again. And just...not feeling great. Bad processor ache, that’s all.”

[elitaxne]

@iheedthecall // continued from (x)

|The holoform materialized in his chair, legs crossed, with a glass of his own clasped in a servo. With a hum and a smile, Metroplex spoke|

Hello, Elita. It is a pleasure to once more be in your presence. If I am so bold to say, I would not miss on this reunion. How have you been, my friend?

♔. }

       Elita rounded her desk to a small prep station, heating up a special cube for herself --- not quite the high-grade she had been gifted, but for now it would suffice. She was still on the clock as it were.

❝ Neither would I old friend, it has been far too long, ❞ she answered coolly, taking her seat with the warmed cube in hand. A servo bunched delicate skirting that hung from her frame as she sat, dropping the expensive, shimmering material back down to the ground once in place.

❝ I have been well... ❞ Elita paused only to take a sip of the brew: half mid-grade, half low-grade, and without the sweetener she normally would use. Despite having refuelling off this brew for months she still couldn’t get past the bitter taste, and tinted lips curled for a brief moment.

❝ How are you? Well rested and highly functional I hope? ❞

[vietalis-archived]

@iheedthecall

Dearly. They were my family, and I fear that I will never see some of them again.

The medic looked down, then back up toward the vastly larger bot. Even in holoform he towered over her, yet she wasn’t intimidated. “You don’t have to give up hope,” she offered quietly.

[elitaxne]

|The Metrotitan's systems's had been in a state of recharge for some time, but almost as soon as he had fully recovered he had decided to check in on an old friend. Much time had passed since they had spoken, so he decided to bring a bottle of one of his finest vintage highgrades. The titan had it placed on her desk and waited.|

♔. }

       Days had turned to weeks, weeks to months, and she had accepted the passage of time — growing too busy with life to think about anything else other than work. But on a completely uneventful day she returned to her office after a Council meeting and found the trademark gift at the corner of her desk. Tinted lip components immediately tugged into a smile, she knew exactly whom had left it for her, EM Field radiating warmth of thankfulness and elation.

                                                                              It had been far too long.

❝ Surely you will not leave me to enjoy this on my own, old friend…? ❞ she quietly vented, hoping the metrotitan would hear.

[iheedthecall]

Hello All!

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything here (Six years, big yikes) and as such I’ve fallen out of contact with everyone who’s still here. For that, my friends, I am truly sorry.

For anyone that remembers the good ol days, I’d love to get in touch with you all again, and if you all are willing, I’d love to wake up the big guy for some RP’s again.

For anyone who’s found this old titan along the way, I’d love to get to meet you, or your oc’s! (or your takes on main characters)

See you city side

~ iheedthecall

[vietalis-archived]

|The Titan’s holoform strides over to the distracted medic, and rests a servo on her shoulder.| Boo!

Reviver started with a sharp cry, her plating flaring as she released a shock. Rapidly she spun around, alarm turning to apologeticness.

“I-I’m so sorry--”

[vietalis-archived]

@iheedthecall continued from [x]

Upset beeping. Someone needs oiling!

[alacritysparked]

|A box of energon treats appears in Bee's Hab-Suite with a note that says Happy Valentines Day|

This hab-suite is all but forgotten, but Bee finds his way back. He wasn’t expecting to see the box.

“Thanks, Metroplex. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He pat the wall affectionately. Maybe he should stay in the hab-suite...