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A wild cardbot has been seen stalking through town on all fours and stealing energy from generators. Whenever someone attempts to take a picture it vanished into the darkness like it was never there. Tonight however there was a sudden power outage as the wild card siphoned energy once more.
(Open to any muse of your choosing!)
At his insistence, Blue Cop went out alone to investigate this. To try and catch the mysterious Wild Cardbot by surprise, lest they vanish once more if confronted directly.
So there he went, silent as a wolf stalking prey as he made his way to where the source of the power outage would be. Hoping this could be ended with little conflict....
"Soooo I accidentally stole a baby… explain later."
-Onyxstorm
"...why though." Datashrike should not be this surprised, but they are surprise. "Onyx, what the fuck."
Onyxstorm is staring at the other. Optics narrowed into slits. "You give me a wannabe captain vibe."
The black mech looked over to the other.
"How so?"
He didnt really need much of an explination, Rodimus already knew he was forged to lead, he could feel it burning in his ember and engraved deep within his coding. But his status as a 'leader' was stripped from him long ago, and now his current position was a mockery of what it used to be. All the Autobots were just a means to an end here. You might be rolling high and mighty one day, but circumstances could change in an instant, and once your usefulness has finally run out, so would your ember.
Within Optimus's ranks, there was no such thing as 'harmony' or 'balance', only very thin lines, or tethers, that could be stripped away in an instant. This was something rodimus knew well. He seen it and lived it every day, and once, he too, almost became a memory, they were even clearing a spot on the wall for him. He's only still here because one of Optimus's advisors convinced him that rodimus still had some use.
So to say he didn't want to lead a group again, if even a small one, was a lie. If given a chance he would take it and run with it until he couldn't anymore, because offlining on his own terms was much more preferable than the only other option he currently had.
A pair of yellow optics stare at the bot that has strayed out into the forest. A low growl begins as a warning toward them, the optics soon vanished into the brush to circle around the other. Heavy steps thumping through the brush circling them, a wild cardbot hunting them?
((For whoever you feel for!))
Attention gained with a growl, Fleta Z's optics widened and shifted to the direction of the noise. Sounded like a beast, a Wild. It's common for a hunter to be hunted, when faced with a predator, but Fleta Z stood his ground. Frame slowly stepping back a few steps and then remaining there.
With a soft ex-vent and a raising of wings, he regained his confidence and followed each step of the Wild. "Forgive me if I have stepped into your territory by accident." He tried to soothe the beast with words, keeping his vocals soft and friendly.
"I mean you no harm, I'm merely here to enjoy the atmosphere." He assured.
"Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you?" - Onyxstorm
No answer. Datashrike merely beeped and rotated in the nest like an irritated cat.
A pair of yellow optics stare at the bot that has strayed out into the forest. A low growl begins as a warning toward them, the optics soon vanished into the brush to circle around the other. Heavy steps thumping through the brush circling them.
Datashrike feels...someone watching them. A hand reaching for a hooked blade, but knew if they calculated time badly, that would be it. "I don't mean any harm!"
"Beastie I made some Bismuth fries do you wanna taste them and tell me how they are?" -Lightstrike
Despite the niceness, he's still wary of these-- gift givings.. More so the item in question: colorful, brittle-like, and mostly importantly new. It wasn't the wariness of if it would kill him, but more of the:
"Will this thing make tank ache?"
Seeing as a beast himself diet hasn't been the best during the past meta cycles, trying out new stuff took slow pedesteps like this moment and a pinch of a chomp from his denta.
...could be crunchier.
