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♋ singingforcybertron || continued from here
♥–;; “Cyclonus!” Tailgate nuzzled into the other mech’s neck cables, giving him a little squeeze. “I missed you while we were on shore leave! And I brought you back a souvenir! You really should have come, you would have loved it...”
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“...Cyclonus, yes?”
“I’ve heard a bit about you.”
singingforcybertron replied to your post “*heart eyes* princess bride au”
//SLAMS HANDS only if Cyc can be the Inigo Montoya
SCREAMS
“Oh Cyclonus please, despite the open invitation I think the only rascal tall enough to even reach that area is Tailgate. The only thing I’d be doing if I helped myself would be giving you a piggy back ride and --- I like being your close friend. I don’t want that relationship to end yet.”
singingforcybertron entered the med bay.
Scarred: Hello!
NightSpeed: Hi
singingforcybertron
He still wasn’t entirely certain why he’d volunteered for Crosscut’s latest production - this one a Cybertronian adaptation of Les Miserables - but, here he was, with one of the lead roles. Inspector Javert. Thinking he was alone, he began practicing one of the songs. “There... out in the darkness, a fugitive running...”
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Maybe it was nothing, but Minimus Ambus was feeling a tad... exposed. He wasn’t used to not having either suit of armor on him for any amount of time, but since the Minimus Armor was currently broken - to the point that it was refusing to move the left side of the Magnus Armor - he had to be in his irreducible state. That meant seeking out the minibot protector, as he’d heard the crew refer to him. Poking his head into the door, he asked, “May I come in?”
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✙☤— || ‘You get in, you get out’.
That was her set of instructions. Simple, to the point, and something she’d deemed too easy. Her first ‘reconnaissance mission’, as Tarn had deemed it. Just go into the heavily populated area, take a look around, and, of course, don’t forget to visit the bar. Because, apparently, a good portion of Decepticons had been “useless, no-good, drunks.”
Three steps all with the goal of finding out just how outdated their information was on their next target.
In reality, though, she’d just offered herself up as a, quote on quote, “”spy”” so the five would stop bickering on the “best course of action”.
The first part of the “mission” was useless. Thousands of bots and creatures of different sizes wandering the streets and shoving past each other without so much as a second glance– without any concern towards one another.
Needless to say, the femme already had a comm-link open the moment she shoved her way into the bar. However, it doesn’t even ping once before it’s shut down. Someone had wandered right into a good ol’ fashioned bar brawl.
"Uh oh," she releases, just a quiet little rush of air before her optics snap from the scene in front of her to focus on two rather large projectiles tumbling over a table, “Uh oh.”
Since when did bar fights actually become a thing?
