Aug 21, 2017
Why was Kaon green? Either the poor mech was given a new paint job as a prank or...
"Can I help you?"
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Why was Kaon green? Either the poor mech was given a new paint job as a prank or...
"Can I help you?"
Kaon regarded Helex nervously. This was not the mech he knew and the presence of the titan made him wonder if he should be comming his Tarn. Pet remained at his side, wary and with ears pinned back.
⌠🔥⌡||- 「No, Helex wasn’t going to bother this Kaon with his grief. Not today, no. The behemoth would shoot the electric con a lopsided frown before lumbering away, heavy pedesteps echoing at every take. 」
“We were worried about you! Don’t go off like that again!” the blind mech’s field wrapped affection around his teammate, arms briefly tightening as Kaon gave Vos a small nuzzle. “We’re… we’re alright. Actually…. I have some very important people to introduce you to…” The massage chair stepped to one side to let Vos see the two mechlings peeking around the doorframe, “Vos, this is Thundersong and Blueberry, my sparklings.”
Vos glanced down, squealed, and practically pushed Kaon out of the way to get to the children. “Parvae scintillae sunt! Pretiosi filii, vos tam parvi estis~! Pulchelli, pulchelli~” He’s excited. He plopped down on the ground, patted them on their heads, and looked up at Kaon. “Qui mater est? Pater? Qui–” No, that was no good. He switched, awkwardly, to Neocybex. “Who is their… who… Who make them? You and…?”
He might be trying to reach for their little hands.
Oh no, the adult wasn’t going to get away with just pats! They clambered into his lap to cuddle the adult, one chittering in greeting while the other remained silent, but smiling. “I carried them,” Kaon came over too, an affectionate look on his faceplates, “Thundersong,” he pointed to the silent one, “Is Tarn’s. And Blueberry,” he indicated the other, “Is Atomizer’s. They were twins, I carried them, and they separated from my ember at the same time.” He grinned at the little ones, “This is your uncle Vos, he is family…”
Yesssss. Vos wraps his arms around them. He would’ve done that at the outset, but most tiny children tend to get frightened when a faceless gunformer babbling in a strange language gets all up in their faces. It figures that Kaon’s don’t.
“Tarn child?!” he said, surprised, then burst out laughing. “How you have Tarn child in you? You too small. Good luck it not kill you. And a spare, too!” He nuzzled them. “Good good luck.”
Family. He liked the sound of that. Even if he was pretty sure he couldn’t say the particular word Kaon had used to refer to him. “Unnnn-call.” Yeah, he didn’t like the sound of that. Too hard. Well, as long as he didn’t have to say it.
"Vos!" Kaon wrapped around the scientist and hugged him close, "I have so much to tell you, but first are you alright?"
Suddenly hugs! “Kaon!” A tight hug in return. “Am good. Got lost.” Let’s visit Hedonia, Vos had thought. We can study all the alien languages, Vos had thought. I’ll just take a little shuttle by myself and come home later, Vos had thought. Nothing could possibly go wrong and I’m SURE our ship won’t move out of range for me to comm for a ride home, Vos had thought.
A year later, he’s quite sick of Hedonia and very happy to see one of his teammates again.
“How you? How team? Tell me news.”
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Tagged by : Reading the post made by thankorblamemelater
NAME: Pharma (also referred to as 'nice Pharma' or 'doctor')
AGE: Approx. 4.5 million years
SPECIES: Cybertronian
GENDER: Technically Cybertronians have no gender, but he can be considered 'male' just for the sake of having an answer
SEX: N/A
PROFESSION: Medic, currently CMO of the Nice Peaceful Tyranny
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{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS }
BODY TYPE: Like most fliers, Pharma's frame is tall and lean, though not fragile
EYES: A rich amber colour
SKIN: Mainly white with dark raspberry, violet-indigo and cyan areas, also including a bit of orange
HEIGHT: 26 feet, 14 inches
WEIGHT: N/A
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{ FAMILY }
SIBLINGS: UNKNOWN
PARENTAL UNIT: UNKNOWN
GRANDPARENTS: UNKNOWN
OTHER RELATIVES: UNKNOWN
ANY PETS?: yes [ x ] || no [ ✓ ] - not until his cybercat is complete; then it may also be considered more of a companion or friend than a 'pet', but oh well it fits here
However, he has come to think of the DJD as a family of sorts
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{ SKILLS }
Physical Prowess: 7.3/10
Speed: 15/10 (flier)
Charisma: 7/10
Intelligence: 9.2/10
Courage: 8.6/10
Firepower: 7.8/10
Stamina: 6.2/10 (again, flier- needs to refuel often due to high-performance engine)
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{ TRAITS }
—— POSITIVE ——-
Friendly
Kind
Witty (when he's comfortable)
Brave (well, you'd have to either be brave or stupid to betray the SG Autobots, and brave sounds better)
Humble
Easy-going (very rarely is he irritable though that seems to have changed)
Stubborn (can be good and bad)
— —- NEGATIVE ——-
Stubborn (self-explanatory)
Somewhat lack of concern for own self-being (he doesn't do it on purpose, I promise)
Damaged
Insecure
Often overworks himself
Plagued with nightmares (which sometimes he tries to force insomnia on himself to avoid)
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{ LIKES }
COLORS: Amber, turquoise
SMELLS: Rain, night, aromatic crystals
FOOD: Energon goodies
FRUITS: N/A
DRINKS: Energon- favorite is a light spritzer with a bit of silver and cobalt
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?
yes [ ✓ ] || no [ ] (though he is somewhat of a lightweight considering more than a couple of glasses will do him in)
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{ OTHER DETAILS }
SMOKES?: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ]
DRUGS?: yes [ ✓ ] || no [ ] (before he left the Autobots, unwillingly took them - if taking them is even a proper word for having them either forced into him via injection or oral tablets)
LICENSE TO KILL: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ]
EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: no [ ] || yes [ ✓ ] || almost [ ] (nearly executed too)
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Tagged: sweet-singer, kaon-warmfuzzies, emergency-vehicle, lobe-the-mnemosurgeon saevusbellator, sparkeaterblackfire, whateverimdeadpool and anyone else who wants to do one 8D
+kaon-warmfuzzies
::This is Ratchet, CMO of the Lost Light. Please state your emergency.::
"Lobe... are you alright?"
"Trepan is gone. He is gone, and I don’t know where he is or why did he leave. Don’t bother yourself, my friend… please…" - the copper-coloured mech said. Lobe’s hands were covering his already noticeable pregnant belly, - as if he didn’t want Kaon to see it.
A sparkling pats Sideswipe's pede, cheeping. Have you seen his brother? They were playing hide and seek...
Eh? -Looks down and sees the sparkling and is not understanding the little cheeping.- What do you want?
