#roadwaydanger

[weaimtomaim]

Is it me or are the Stunts too quiet? Theu scared of having a rematch with you guys cause you guys have too much firepower.

Brawl: Course they're scared. Know they're gonna lose.

[weaimtomaim]

I want to punch you all in the face.

Vortex: Good luck, we all wear masks.

Swindle: ...

Vortex: Well, except Swin.

[a-muted-scream]

Starscream. The crazed stunticon knew this one pretty well. Mainly through stories and rumors. He personallly tried to avoid all seekers con or bot if he could help it. Wildrider had heard the air commander was in the area he was in now and all he had to do now was avoid the snarky son of a glitch.

And the seeker was flying above the area as the other mech moved to avoid him. Starscream was scanning the area and picked him up. He sent a ping to show that he knew that the other was there.

[weaimtomaim]

Hey Swin....wanna go for a race?? I know a great track with a LOT of sharp turns! Come on, it'll be fun and I'll even let you take the lead for a while~

Swindle: No. No, I do not want to go for a race.

Especially not with a Stunticon,

Especially not with you.

[cybertronian-swordsman]

roadwaydanger approaches

For once, he had a vague recollection of the approaching bot. Perhaps from his time with the Decepticons, seeing as the mech appeared to be aligned with them... still, he could be imagining it. He got up from where he was sitting and turned to face him as he got close

"You lost?" He asked. That seemed to be the case for most who found him, after all.

[junkyardxdog-blog]

closed; roadwaydanger 

☥;; Horus was perched upon a ledge in his root mode, crouching over in the same manner you'd expect a gargoyle to sit upon a cathedral's rooftop. Like gargoyles, it was Horus' job to keep out any unwanted "visitors" to his terrain; Egypt. His dual colored optics allowed him to see into two different realms - his home realm and the one he was currently in - and he could see about two miles away from his current location with his keen, predatory eyesight.   Usually, intruders were not able to get past Horus' vision; but that wasn't the case now as he preened his feathers. Horus' top priority was to have neatly aligned plumage, and next was his will to defend the land. Right now he was too engrossed in his organizing that he didn't even notice the newcomer winding down the dirt road that led to his current location.

[its-epps-not-robert]

Earth. Wildrider had unwillingly began calling it home. He drove down the streets before pulling to a stop. Not far from him he could see a human that sent up red flags in his sensors. After doing a few scans he quickly found this flesh bag to be..well a decepticon killer. Revving his engines he made his presence known, ready to chase down this particular human. Not because he was pissed he killed decepticons. No. He wanted to see him in action.

Epps had just been on a leisure walk through the streets, having gone to the quickie mart a few streets down from his home, and then heard engines revving. He turned around to see who had been revving and paused as he saw a kind of race car staring at him. Yep staring. The ex-NEST agent narrowed his eyes and stared back while moving a hand behind him to his gun holster just in case this got ugly. 

[guardiia]

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