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[victorywar]

➳ (reverse) (robot-chixen)

– “well, well, well.”

          blacker’s the first to make commentary once the chained kaiju is dragged in by the multiforce, punctuating his interest with a low whistle.  in beast mode, their decepticon enemy is majestic, and unutterably savage.  blacker, bemused, reaches to touch the creature and jolting back out of range before the animal can make the attempt to lash at him.

“so what are you gonna do with him, sir?”  blacker asks.  “right off to laster, or did braver want to get first dibs?”

laster, wearing mnemosurgery needles extending from both hands, remains off to the side.  braver cowers behind his brother.  he peeks out, fascinated–  such a wild and fantastical beast, who wouldn’t want to dissect it?

star saber stands in front of deathsaurus, just at a distance that deathsaurus couldn’t bite him at–  though with his beak muzzled shut, the attempt would be futile, anyway.  “get a cage,”  he commands.  “i’ll spare deathsaurus his… appointments until i’ve had the chance to slaughter the heretics of his warworld in front of him.  until then, he’s mine.”

blacker smirks.  as laster and braver go to obey star saber’s order, he replies;  “mind if i watch?”

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@robot-chixen

Eidos watched the sight before him the same way he regarded much of anything in his life: with a mild dash of disgust and a healthy dose of displeasure. He wasn’t sure what the dolt-headed idiot that oversaw Kaon was attempting to implicate by gifting him a wild beast, but he certainly had no use for an animal in his native Praxus, as he was never one to keep exotic pets.

“Does it speak?” He asked the mech he could only assume to be the handler of the creature. “It will do well in the pits, but the charm of a rabid, spitting savage wears off quickly, and I am only interested in long-term investments.”

Chained and locked in a cage, the beast was certainly a sight to behold, but size and ferocity only went so far in gladiatorial matches.

“Where and how did Senator Famis acquire this creature?”

[photobombingcryptid]

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“I could scritch them.”

“...”

Gives him a long stare. Who is he. Why does he look so terrifying.

“And how can I trust you, you just... Don’t murder me?”

[agitatedwarmachine]

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Deathsaurus growled, softly, wings flexing, flaring slightly even as he sidled just a pace closer. “…..I’m already taller than you.” was pointed out, with just the faintest of smug airs. At least, when he was in root mode.

The stool was nudged right back, the beastformer smirking. “It’s hardly something ta be ashamed of, you know.” 

“Are you,” Came a sarcastic retort, the paratrooper’s pede landing on the stool as it was slid back-- allowing him to place weight on said pede and lean forward with a shitty grin, “Wow, Ah hadn’t noticed.”

[cellophanemisery]

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    Mirage didn’t know what to do while in front of such a large, scary-looking mech. His optics were blown wide from intimidation, and his disruptors seemed to reflect his terrified mood, flickering on and off and making him blink like a dying lightbulb.

     He opened his mouth, failed to make noise, and closed it with a squeak.

     Who was this? An Autobot? Decepticon? Neutral? Who??

[yggdrasilushxrt]

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Her work was going painfully slow lately. One day after the next she told herself she was going to buckle down and make some progress, and to her own credit she did just that. There was simply the caveat that she could only progress so far with what little information she had. The crux of her research simply told her that Cybertronian technology relied mostly, if not exclusively, on energon. No wonder Silas was so damn keen on procuring the substance.

Well, maybe she could find some herself. 

Her excursion took her out not too far west- just to the redwood forests along the western coast of the Americas. Humidity hung in the air as if clutching at every atom around it. At least it was a mild deterrant for tourists and she was able to traverse the woods in peace. Somewhere in the depths of her memory she recalled seeing a natural collection of energon, it was usually found in stony caverns. Her searching took her closer to  a hilly collection of boulders and trees. There wasn’t much hope in finding energon but-

Wait, was that.. energon on the ground? The Hart crouched and examined the small pool of cyan liquid. The smell was the same...! A flutter of delight leaped up in her chest as she rose and looked around. Maybe there was more nearby.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

I dare you to kiss Deathsaurus (robot-chixen)

Send “I dare you to kiss…” with a url for Tarn to head bump kiss | ACCEPTING

“I apologize in advance, comrade.” Tarn took Deathsaurus by the sides of his helm and bumped his mask against the beastformer’s faceplate.

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[agitatedwarmachine]

“The stepping stool is unecessary.” (robotchixen)

Protective Starters | accepting

The words seemed to bemuse the paratrooper, but didn’t stop them from kicking said stepping stool over smoothly so it stopped right before the other. A grin quirking their lips, even as they replied, “Ya sure? Seems ya could use an extra inch or two.”

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