#sweet-talkin-gladiator

[ifthearmorfitsarchived]

@sweet-talkin-gladiator​ stated; "How are you doing today, after the.. Incident last night?"

“That depends I suppose on what incident you’re referring to? My helm aches... I’m not sure as to why though...”

[curiosiccusarchived]

@sweet-talkin-gladiator​ is being curious... ~SCIENCE~

“SCIENCE!”

[petalsfatedgoodbyes]

How time flies by... ; @sweet-talkin-gladiator

Censere slowly makes his way forward, his optics peering around to take in the scenery. This was quite different then he had envisioned, but that had a habit of happening sometimes. One action could always alter someone’s path and as his attention turns to focus on Nebulous, he was sure this was what happened or was this bound to happen? 

Time was a finicky thing sometimes.

A soft smile graces the Necrobot’s features as he comes to a stop some distance away, enough to be heard still but enough to put a polite distance between the two of them, “I am humbled you still remember me. I thought I would have been forgotten, not that I would be angry or anything of the sort if you did,” He bows, “Yes, it is I, Censere still. Do I still refer to you as Nebulous or do you go by another name now?”

“As for how I came here, well.. I have my ways of appearing in places where sometimes I shouldn’t be and sometimes, I should. Perhaps, I was meant to be here? We can always find out. Together.” As he rises, a flicker of gold crosses his optics and disappears, almost appearing as if was never there to begin with.

[rxng]

“You’re not what I was expecting.”

   “I’m not meant to be much.”

As far as Cybertronians go, he is beautiful. Draped in silk and painted with prayers, he holds his hands in front of him and bows, delicately, before their regal visitor. 

     “I heard you had interest in our ways of Creation. I... am the Creator, so I am happy to explain as much as you’d like. And, if you’d like to donate to our cause and link our species, I am... happy to do that.”

[teluminferus]

sweet-talkin-gladiator answered your ask

Almost immediately the appendage bristles in his servo. The mecha quickly stands up straight and turns to stare down at the small bot. The underside shows that there is a small, almost invisible seam splitting the tendril in half.

Quickly grabbing his servo, they force him to unhand their tendrils, “Do you understand that it is quite rude to grab a hold of a stranger?”

“If you are interested, pay me first.”

Vos watched as the tendril reacted to his touch, he leaned in to take a closer look at it before it’s owner turned and grabbed his servo. He let out a little yelp and stared up at them with widened optics. Oh. They could feel that.

He took a little step back after unhanding the tendril, tilting his helm a little. Pay? OH! Pay. He pulls off his outer mask and puts it in his subspace for safe keeping as the secondary mask slid back. He glanced up at them with a sly little smile. “Wh̨a̧t'҉s͘ yo̵u͜r ҉p̨ri̴ce?͏” 

[secondofmany-blog1]

((optional interaction for @sweet-talkin-gladiator for the follow! Can just ignore if no interest.))

Second looks up from the indescribable mental agony of economic reports when his tablet dings. A small bright spot in his day: a follow on that social media he made! He wonders if its someone connected to-

Second’s head tilts as he looks at the profile. Antenna twitch upwards. Interesting. He doesn’t think he's ever encountered someone of this species before. Potentially not even a species any Annointed has encountered.

That’s enough to pique the ruler’s curiosity.  How to ask without sounding rude... He decides to not think too hard about it. Be impulsive! Maybe this time it won’t backfire?

He sends:

Hello! I wished to thank you for the follow. I must admit I’ve never encountered anything quite like you. Would you perhaps be willing to have a call or chat to tell me a bit more about your people?

Maybe he can argue its for diplomatic relations rather than larvae-like wonder.

[completeoverhaul]

“You’re not what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?” Overlord looked confused and almost not paying attention. He looked almost innocent except for the fact that he had a medical text in his hands and he seemed to be studying the section on internals with a little bit -too- much fascination.

[primeoflies]

@sweet-talkin-gladiator​ is being lied to;; I spy a handsome horned mech.

“You have a keen observation then for I am indeed handsome and have horns as well,” Liege smiles a pleasant smile, “I spy with my little eye a creature I’ve yet to see before, but you’ve piped my curiosity which is rare.” He eyes the tentacles, a soft hum escaping him, “You sport tendrils, yet I have feeling you don’t transform into an aquatic being... Your scent however begs to differ. Curiouser and curiouser.”