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[talentandlooks]

(@scrap1pile) Autoscout rolls up to (RBA)Hotshot and circles him curiously, before stopping infront of him and looking up at him quizzically.

Have a curious yet confused Autobot staring down at the little Cybertronian being, a servo reaching out in an attempt to touch(because no, he doesn't learn from the Greyfaces of earlier in the day). "Well aren't you a cute little thing? But uh... what are you?"

[shatteredscavengers]

Reverse! Snare and Fulcrum

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Send Reverse! to reverse my character's opinion of your character for a thread

“Hey, Snare! What’s new with you?” Fulcrum chirped, giving a sunny grin.

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

(Scrap1pile)Autoscout: the tiny drone rolled up to the much, much taller con apprehensively. They tapped on his foot gently and waved up at him.

It was reflex. It really was, but something suddenly touching his pede? He jerked his leg and kicked, sending the drone flying before grumbling and rubbing his faceplate. Why did all the tiny things swarm him?

[charged-to-be-free]

(@scrap1pile)Guy: “Greetings. Who are you? Im Guy.” Guy glances around a bit, seeming a bit on edge.

"Hello, Guy! My name is Megatron." Megatron greets as he takes a bow. "It's nice to meet you."

[shatter-the-law]

(@scrap1pile )❰❰ FREE ❱❱ +Reverse for Snare and Minimus?

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender receiver frees the receiver sender from restraints

Minimus couldn’t quite believe his optics as a stumbled upon the larger mech. The minibot has simply been taking one of his wandering walks and out of the corner of his optics, in some dark alleyway was this mech twice his size, in cuffs. They could have been stasis cuffs or just normal cuffs, but the distinction did not matter to Minimus.

He dashed over to the mech, looking him up and down to see if he was even alive or conscious.

[captainseamech]

(@scrap1pile)Sidestep approaches the much smaller bot. “Yo,” they say, “who are you?”

High Tide looked up at Sidestep, giving them a frown of distrust. Instead of attacking, he opted for conversation first. “Name’s High Tide.”

[cmd-archived]

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“Right, that’s the word. Thank you. My name is Rob, and I suppose I’m just here out of curiosity, I’ve never been to a medical.. clinic before. Much less heard of one properly.” Robs antennae flicked, seeming very interested by the prospect of a clinic.

“Ah, I see. Well, I have some time to give a tour of our clinic if you wish. It’s not too grand, but it’s still is a medical facility for those in need of medical assistance.” Ambulon said with a wave of his servo some as he held the datapad in hand. 

[bots-basket]

(@scrap1pile)(for the first interaction starter)Sidestep@Bass " I'm lost. "

“ Well That’s too bad. Perhaps you should tell someone who cares.”

~ Bass Rudely responded as he Glanced down from ontop a billboard to the mecha who was addressing him. He had just finally managed to get relaxed when yet another mecha has come to bother him.

He’s had enough of that at home already, so why should he care if someone has lost their way-Who even was this bot? For all he knows this could be an enemy.. but then again he’s feeling a little too lazy to care today.

His long tail flicked from side to Side as his optics gleamed from underneath his visor. Hmm.. If His master found out he didn’t help, she would probably scold him for leaving them lost.. ugh. Such a bother.

He pretend to think over what he had just said before pointing down at them with his clawed Servo.~

“...Tch... Actually- Your lucky I’m in a decent mood today. You can tell me where your going and I’ll send you in the right direction. Then you can Scram.”