#sd-vtm

[red-in-revolt]

There is a certain little femdrone doing biscuits against your side, she looks sleepy, her tongue peeking out a little with optic’s half shut..

For whomever you feel :3 ~ @sd-vtm

Batgotti chuckles as V kneads at his side, smiling fondly down at her. He shifts and places a blanket over her as he drags her into his side for a nice little cuddle. He settles back with a book and quietly reads while silently enjoying her company.

[house-of-cyn]

She is glaring at CynTessa, glaring real hard...

~ @sd-vtm :>

She was in the middle of feasting on a drone from the face inward, oil splattering onto her cheeks and clothes without a care in the world before she felt... a presence. Something familiar... watching her. TessCyn turns to see one of her original three glaring at her from a distance, her eyes thinning while a grin slowly widens into a menacing smile. Her tendrils raised into the air like cobras preparing to bite.

"Serial Designation V-X00100000. What a pleasant surprise, a-and also, that was sarcasm. Bold ooooof you to come alone, defector."

[brattybotz]

She stares at Lizzy for a long moment, as if calculating a thought as it slowly formed in her provessor. Then she approaches. "...Lay down a second."

No explanation? No of course not.. guess we'll have to find out..

@sd-vtm :) hehehehehe

@sd-vtm

She isn't exactly too sure of the look in the disassembler's optics upon seeing her approach; they flicker and blink in a way that she can't seem to read. God, had she finally decided to eat her or something? Well, if she had, whatever. She'd prefer to go out in a more dramatic fashion, but not all beggars can be choosers.

".. 'kay, whatever you say," she mutters, leaning back to lay her body flat as comfortably as she could. Belly up, pink gaze fixated on V.

[edgydroned]

@sd-vtm continued

uzi’s thumbs run along the body of the magnets, taking in the sensation as her systems get all silly in real time. it wasn’t often she came out here alone just to do this, but whenever she did, it would always make her wonder why the hell she doesn’t do it more often.

she hardly notices v’s sarcastic quip about sharing, too focused at the destructed world below them. she continued swinging her feet, even humming a little tune. her tightened on the magnets, breathing in happily.

she acknowledges v again when she decides to sit beside her, peaking over at her through strands of her hair. at first, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing or why v was even inviting herself here. but the warmth that soon emitted between them was enough to sway uzi into letting it slide. softening, she leans her body against v’s, resting her head on her arm.

…

her hands snake out from behind her back, sighing as she places one of the magnets into v’s lap. she frowns slightly, already noticing that tingly feeling slowly begin to leave her body. both hands grip the single magnet in her own lap now.

“ … this is nice… i wish i brought more magnets though. can already feel myself coming back down. >_> ”

[box0pals]

@sd-vtm wanted Cyn for V!

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A ping, an echoing transmission from the darkness to signal a Murder Drone recall within the area. T'was an odd signal from a lab, perhaps that's why V would be there? There was only one person capable of that, after all. Yet they had been dealt with, hadn't they? Yet as the lab was approached? One would see from the distance: a large tendril flying out of one of the roof's blast doors, grabbing and quickly retracting with an... unidentified Murder Drone? It wasn't J or N... but maybe one of those Drones that were first apart of the Apocalypse in Earth. Strange, there was only one way to find out... or go back to the Bunker for backup.

Would that signal even be here still though? Time was precious after all.

If approached, nothing would happen to V. Yet an intercom would turn on, just silence. A familiar, unwelcome voice, yet something was off, "V... I have no u̵̹͍̍̈-̵̺̱̦̖̞̊̾̈́̇͘u̴͓̳̹̝͍͌͝͝-̵̢̞͇͍̮̀͋͊u̷̡̖̥̇͋̽̊̀s̶͇̀͠ĕ̵͎͉͇̭ for you. I ask for you. To leave. Go. Begone. I know it is of... no use to hide from you. But know I will not cause trouble. I promise. I plan on leaving Copper-9 soon enough. Then? You will never see me again. Unless. I deem it fit. I have a warning. Of something coming, however. If you'd like to hear it."

[curiosiccus]

“Aww.. wish I was big like you… Bet you could stomp a group of drones in one step, huh big guy?” Yellow optics and a wide fanged grin peer up from below, her thin tail swishing side to side like a wagging puppy. She clenched both fists to her chest, stars in both bright digital eyes. If you listen closely you can hear the constant tiny eeeeeeeeeee’s leaving her vocoalizer. BIG BOYEE THATS A THICC ASS BOII DAAAMN—

...Was he hearing things or was someone actually talking to him? Skyfire had been minding his own business, mindlessly doodling the scenery and animals around him when it appeared that something or rather someone was commenting about his size. Cyan optics scan the area, attempting to locate the source of the voice. It doesn't take him long to notice a rather small robot standing nearby.

The shuttle curiously shifts his helm to the side as he internally does a thermascan on the small mechanic being, wondering if perhaps this was another Cybertronian like himself or something else. When his readings give him puzzling results, he becomes instantly curious and offers a small yet tentative smile.

"Oh, I... suppose I could do that, though I wouldn't want to. Not on purpose anyway," He sets his datapad to the side. "While my size has some advantages, it does come with its share of cons as well. Not many places are built for mechs my size, so I tend to have to squash myself down to fit, and sometimes I bump my helm on doorways." A chuckle, "I've grown used to it though."

"And who might you be? You don't appear to be Cybertroian but of some other origin..." Skyfire leans forward, completely intrigued by the strange yet quirky creature before him.

🟊 @sd-vtm

[wrath-bound-trio]

@sd-vtm from here

"What? Afraid of a little involuntary flight? Afraid you'll look weak if you get tossed around like a ragdoll?"

[edgydroned]

@sd-vtm continued.

she leapt behind some trees, seeking coverage between the branches, her wings made for good camouflage if she stood still enough. her tail cradled around herself protectively, her little head craning out from atop the trees to observe the murder drone's actions. a small part of her was regretting not stepping in when the worker drone was at least still moving, perhaps then if this murder drone gave her too much a fight, she'd still have something to eat.

the workers were always far easier to kill than their murderous counterparts, but that meant she'd have to indulge in far more oil. murder drones would satisfy her hunger if only for a little while; but that meant they were harder to kill too. they were too unpredictable. even with her solver which for some reason had no effect on them. she couldn't simply remove their heads from their bodies at the snap of her finger. no. they required a hands on treatment.

snickering into the darkness again, her tails thwacks the tree, causing a great deal of snow to come plummeting down toward the murder drone below. gently leaping closer down to the ground once more; she tosses another rock in her opposite direction, hoping it would lure her away from uzi. the goal was to both piss it off, and expose it's back to her.

she lurks behind a tree, standing on her own two feet; wings have since disappeared yet her tail remains. her visor scans the snow, her solver highlights a screwdriver that was being clutched by a drone corpse. poor idiot probably tried putting up a fight. she's he'll be happy to know it's serving her well now.

↳ //: 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛_𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

it struggles against the vice grip, squinting furiously as she outputs more energy into her solver. tugging and tugging until CRACK ! the hand snaps clean off the body, but that didn't matter now; if uzi could hear the crack through this storm then that would mean...

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