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[lord-overlips]

The human walked up going to wave and say something, "hi...oh nope..." Veritys eyes went wide and she just turned,

“Hell....oh?” Overlord frowned, tilting his helm in confusion. “That’s a strange way to say hello.” Servos crept out, gently reaching out and pinching the human’s clothing, holding her in place. 

“Hang on a moment, dearest. At least introduce yourself. My name is Overlord. And you are?”

[bigfriendlyroller]

:'(

*noticing the curled up human almost immediately upon entering the room, he pauses with a frown* Oh, Miss Verity. What’re you… Is everything alright?

[boomtanknotboombox]

Verity skated over twisting her legs the tires on her feet screeching too a hault, she pressed the side of her helmet the mirrored glass face shield slid away, "I remember you.. You were with the bots when sunstreaker got kidnapped on earth."

Blaster is going to stare, before standing up to move around his desk so he was in front of the human, “Who are you, and how did you get on this base? And where should I be returning you to?”

[sniproscope]

Verity 👻

She was... still so small.

“Why’re Transformers such a buncha size queens?”, echoed in his head and he tried to smile... but failed.

Magnus was mourning, Perceptor knew. Isolated and angry at himself, the Enforcer had shut down his comms and gone silent.

Perceptor remembered her, perched hapahazardly on Ironfist as they sailed away from the hellfire pit of Garrus 9. Remembered her climbing up on berths when the nightmares grew to be too much and remembered her tiny voice cutting like razor wire through the flickers of death and burning that sometimes rose before the optics of the unit.

His optics felt heavy and damp, and the heel of one hand moved to dry the better of the pair. Gently, ever so gently- like a child with a dusk butterfly in their clutches, he carefully scooped Verity into his hands.

He hurt. He hurt like when Ironfist had gone still and he hurt like when Top Spin and Twin Twist had gone cold and he hated how he hurt... He hated the acrid tang of regret in his intake and cradled cold little Verity in his hands.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered.

He had no other words, no other words for an empty husk laying still in his hands like petrified bones lost to time.

They found him, asleep with his back against the table. Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed- Verity’s body curled on his shoulder and the temperature of ice.

A medic reached out, frowning, to pluck the dead organic from Perceptor’s frame only to find a pistol’s barrel nestled perfectly between their surprised optics.

“Do not. Touch her.”

[ahahahaha-imsorry-blog]

Verity looked around then snuck into primes office thinking it was side swipes. she bought out of her subspace a giant version of a whoops cussion and sat it on his chair, "paint me pink while I'm sleeping." she whipped herself then took off with her jets hiding under the desk snickering,

     Optimus walks into the room a few moments later. He has been taking stock for the past hour. With a sigh he walks to the other side of his desk to sit down. He thinks about how glad he is back to be in his office just as he sits.

pppPPPPBBBBBBBBFFTFTHHHHHHH 

     The Prime jumps out of his seat and falls on the floor, cursing as it happens. He stares at the chair wide-eyed. What in the name of Cybertron just happened?

[drunkenforcefields]

newface

Trailcutter was tired as he stumbled through the halls, wanting nothing more than to collapse at Swerves and drink most of the bar dry. (Not that he would actually do that, but he could try) As it was, he wasnt prepared for movment waaaay below his optic level. So when something moved closer to the ground, he tensed as his plating flared.

“Who’re you???? Where did you come from?” He asked, squinting at the tiny figure.

[aranea-mechanica]

Verity walked up and pointed, "I remember you.... kinda..." the human just crossed her arms,

Oho! Tarantulas squatted down to her height, his visor squinting in amusement.

“Hyeh, and here I thought I would’ve left a bigger impression on you, my dear Verity Carlo.”

[chiaroscuros-void-archive]

Verity in her redishpink armor flew to ross's room then knocked a few times landing on the metal tiled flooe. The helmet glass was fogged up hiding her face, she crossed her arms cocking her hip to the side waiting silently,

*Ross opens the door to Pharma’s hab. She pasts on a smile and pretends to be in a good mood*

Hello there!