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@subterran-seeker
"HOT? WHAT IS THIS HOTTED CHOCOLATE? CAN I HAVE? CAN YOU SHARE? GIVE! HATING THE COLD!"
"It's so good, dude! I have no idea if you're supposed to have it but I mean. If it's a small amount, s'probably fine? You can get the usual kind anytime but I can only find the white stuff around Christmas."
He looks like a corpse and by all means he should have been declared dead a long time go. He is dead, in some way, burying his reputation and any meaningful chance of returning to Cybertron for a good while. Not that he cares, no. While it is every Cybertronian's homeplanet, he has distanced himself away a long time ago. Just as many planets offer the same, if not more, opportunities at life.
All wasted for now. He has bigger things to worry about and now, in this moment of rare peace, he actually thinks back on why he did what he did.
The murders. The attacks. The sheer desperation of it.
Before he can dwell too much on it, the creeping exhaustion forces his systems to finally rest just for a little bit. In the grassy field, surrounded by a rather nice smelling pine forest and mountains.
Unbeknown to him, he isn't alone.
@subterran-seeker
"EGG IS HATCHED? CAN SEE? PLEASE? WANTING TO SEE. ARE YOU KEEPING?"
He might be just a bit excited about this.
"Be polite to your papa, little biter."
Squall, who is very much the splitting image of Derecho (pardoning a curious detail on his head, a spiral lining the cone like a drill), clampers up Rung's back to peer and chirp.
"He's very active, even for being born this morning." Rung states, reaching back to pluck the little one up and offer him out. "And quite hungry too. I'll need to increase the spawn rate of some of the local fauna to keep him content, I think."
True to the unspoken words of the powers that be, Derecho was limping off in search of Wild the day after Friday. Somehow, he had got both a bear trap and a fishing net tangled around one leg and somehow, the trap had managed to draw energon from the toe joints. He had evidently attempted to remove it, but it had got caught up in the net, which in turn was caught up in his plating. At some point, even he had to give up.
He was poisoned yesterday, but that didn't count.
Luckily for Derecho, he didn't have to amble far to find her.
When Wild sees the state the poor seeker is in she rushes on over. "Derecho! What happpened?!" She ushers him to sit down.
"You poor mech. The state hes in is enough to pull at her spark. "Lets get you fixed up."
@subterran-seeker (x)
“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”
"Yes." There's not even an ounce of thought in the answer, nor any bit of hesitation in Dennis' actions either. He hears the words walk and ran, loses track of everything, and starts moving.
To where? Who knows. With any luck, it's towards the storm.
"GIVING LITTLE SLIMY CIRCLE? GIVING TO DERECHO SEEKER? PLEASE?"
Can you even eat the organic circles, Dere?
I do have a can, so... Knock yourself out? Maybe contact a medic you trust first, though!
@subterran-seeker
"What's it like digging so much? I mostly know the stars, but what lie below islands."
@subterran-seeker
He remembered how Judas had been staring at the hood of his Kia and in that brief moment, shared a brain cell with the human. Wings fluttered happily as Judas confirmed his intent and approved. "STILL LEARNING HUMAN MONTHS, WAS WORRIED IT WAS TOO SOON. CAN HELPING INSTALL BONE MOD! WOULD LOVE TO!"
"Oh. Buddy. No, it's never too early for Halloween. Lemme dig out some plastic skeletons, we can tear'em apart and turn that skull into a whole ass creature."
