#tf oc cloudraid

[rubystar2029]

Acceptance

“The world will accept my madness or perish trying,” Cloudraid yelled down the halls, scaring the maids and butlers walking down said halls.

“Cloudy I have no idea what you are shouting about,” Smokemaster yelled back. The maids and butlers sided-eyed each other before continuing with their work.

“It makes complete sense you should know it yourself or haven’t you killed some noble bot in a while,” Cloudraid yelled back, running down the halls chasing Smokemaster with a knife.

“Why are you chasing me,” Smokemaster asked, turning around a corner, barely escaping from Cloudraid.

“I said the world will accept my madness or die,” Cloudraid continued to yell, slipping when she turned the corner and struggled to stand up.

“I don’t think Zeta would approve of you killing me,” Smokemaster cried, entering her room and locking the door behind her. Cloudraid finally got her legs under her and ran to Smokemaster’s room, hitting the door with her fist.

“I don’t care, now get out here,” Cloudraid said, pushing her cheek into the door. The door opened to Smokemaster with her broadsword ready to strike.

“Prepare for death then,” Smokemaster said calmly, swinging her sword at Cloudraid. Cloudraid let out a scream and ran back the way she came, dropping her knife when she turned the corner. Smokemaster yelled chasing zCloudraid back down the halls and towards the washrooms.

[rubystar2029]

The Choosing part 3

Get in loser we are doing science

“Grease, Grease guess what I got,” Cloudraid whispered, pushing a datapad into Grease’s face.

“A datapad,” Grease grumbled back, pushing the datapad out of his face.

“But what kind.” Couldraid leaned on her small friend, ignoring the growls and the rest of the students in the lab.

“A datapad.”

“Yes and no. It's the forms for the Consort choosing next week, I got one for both of us.”

“Why?” Grease yelled, turning to face Cloudraid.

“Think about it. If we are chosen we get are own labs and can work on whatever we want, no higher ranking official telling us we can’t because we are on level with the Prime himself” Cloudraid squealed, jumping on the tips of her pedes.

“You make a great argument, but what guarantees we will be chosen?” Grease asked, turning to wave off an approaching student.

“We won’t know until we sign up,” Cloudraid continued.

“Are you two trying out as well,” The student asked. Both bots stopped in their conversation to stare at the bot.

“And what if we are, what’s in it for you,” Grease growled. The student flinched before standing up to their full height.

“Well I’m guaranteed to win, I couldn’t understand why someone would choose either of you,” The student boasted. Many other students around them agreed either verbally or with the nod of a head.

“Cloudraid give me the form now,” Grease growled, his hand ready to grab the form. Cloudraid handed him the form before pulling out her own and filling it out.

“You better hurry and sign up, if you didn’t know they only accept a certain amount and there are ten spots left,” Grease said smugly. The students face fell before they dashed out of the room to the dismay of their lab partner.

“Sorry Sidecrusher, I think your partner cares more about a stupid competition then science,” Grease said. Sidecrusher nodded sadly turning around to finish his project. “Oh and make sure to tell the teacher so they can dock points off of her, class isn’t over yet.”