#tea-and-sortie

[thebestdecepticonleader]

Within My Power: Your muse is at my muse’s mercy.

“So here we have a typical Autobot idiot, out all by themselves, far away from any of their bases, for no apparent reason.”  While he was speaking Starscream knelt by the Autobot and trapping them in place by pinning one of their wings under his knee.“Considering that you managed to anger Megatron enough that he put a bounty out for your live capture, that was not a good idea.  Then again, I would never dream of accusing an Autobot of being smart.”  Starscream finished securing the Autobot’s hands and stepped backwards.“So, what to do with you?  I could take you to Megatron like he ordered.”  He wouldn’t, that was cruelty beyond what he was capable of inflicting, but there was no need for the Autobot to know that.“Or I could question you myself, which would save me the inconvenience of not knowing what Megatron knows and possibly save you the inconvenience of dying in indescribable agony.”

[billythe-kid]

scaredyplane said:

Hello, Sortie.

‘Silverbolt!  How are you, Young Sir?  And your brothers?’

---- "We are all fine, thankyou. How are you?"

[autobot-scout-riella]

In what situation would your muse feel most out of their comfort zone?

(Main-verse Riella doesn’t exactly have a comfort zone, so almost every situation qualifies to some degree, but she would be least comfortable in a situation where there was no possibility of her having any control over it. Being imprisoned, being backed into a corner where every alternative is undesirable, even being sick - she doesn’t like it when she can’t do anything to turn a situation to what she wants.)

(For other universes, it really depends, but it’s usually similar.)

[autobot-scout-riella]

Send me a "♦"

That was another difficult question. It took a while to decide on one word - most of those that came to mind were conflicting. “Patient.”

[backgroundseeker-blog]

My cute green friend is back! Your mun and I must get together and find a way to keep you in the Tumbler-public eye.

Public... eye...? *Acid Storm is just... going to tilt his head to the side.*

But I'm OK with not being in the spotlight.

[turtle-in-the-mums]

IC: Easy, Commander. Rude, little organics are not worth a seizure. Turn around, take a few steps, and concentrate on the air flow through your venturi. Please, Commander, the little thing is not worth it.

Prowl: *Testy.* I am fully aware of that, and I am not 'having a seizure' or any other medical difficulty. I am simply annoyed by the overly simplistic interpretations of my character inflicted by creatures who devote most of their processing time to feeding, wasting energy of all kinds as profligately as possible, and above all mating and crowing about mating with each other.