#trepanophiliac

[mnemoiisms]

Trepanophiliac || O

My muse is hooked up to a death machine. If five people send them an “O” first, they can go free. If five people send them an “X” first, they’re dead. The choice is yours~

It was frightening, laying over the apparatus that was a ‘Triple Tap’ in a forced arch for components to line up.One, the processor.Two, the spark.Three, the T-cog.

Five ‘X’s and they would all slam upward to punch through the aforementioned.Five ‘O’s and the restraints would click back and he was free to go.

And here was the first verdict. An ‘O’.

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Fucking Autobots

Trepanophiliac regarding her autocorrect screwing up, twice.

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Continuation from X

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“I had sparkeater code implemented to make it easier for me, but I would be most pleased to.”

Trepan is motioning for his alternate to come join him, and he would teach the other with delight.

And he is joining you alright. This looks like a wonderful time to take advantage of a Greyface spell. Sometimes, they gave him some pretty good ones.

[jazzymeister]

Trepanophiliac || "Whose blood is that?"

Jazz looks towards the blood stained towel. “….that would be mine.” He states this in such a manner that it seemed of little importance.

[lord-overlips]

Karma’s a Glitch

Overlord had been patient, eager to vent his outrage, just as eager, he was sure, as Trepan. But revenge had been put on hold until Mia was safe. The little human had been rattled by her experience, Overlord doing what he could to help both Trepan and the young girl. After a time... she seemed to settle. Perhaps it was time to make things right?

“Trepan....” He’d approached the mech in the kitchen, stopping the mnemosurgeon as Trepan went to refuel. “I see Mia seems to be a lot more at ease than when you first brought me here to see to her. Do you think she’ll be alright on her own soon? That vermin that did this... he needs to pay.”

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[froidian-slip]

trepanophiliac: “Anyone who attempts anything...

(Trepan) “Normally I would hope that no one was foolish enough, but Brightscale /has/ been deserving of a snack lately…”

“So again I ask, any takers?”

[froidian-slip]

Trepan will 'mlem' his amica. He's been bored. ((trepanophiliac))

“Bored my Amica?” Froid cocked his eye-ridge, leaning back into his chair watching Trepan with amusement in his field.

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On Wednesday, We Wear White.

Activating the cloaking sphere on his ship and checking it over to blend it into the new environment, and Trepan was pleased with what he could see of this world. From his research, it was very much the same in most factors of history and database registry and such. Still had the same religions and historical points of time and figures of fame or authority he knew. So far. It checked out as a good bolt hole if things went to slag in his world and he had to lay low for a bit.

Now how did this little thing from Swindle go again? You set a time and pulled the-no, pushed the dial down to activate the perception blocker. Success from the ripple of colour rushing outwards from his servos. Gone was the orange, transitioning into a nice shade of imperial blue, the black a soft shade of yellow bordering cream, and the white a softer shade of blue. His optics didn’t seem to change. Overall? He looked quite dashing. He should use this thing more often when posing as his alias Nimbus.

With that out of the way, it was time to explore!

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