Just another anon.

You might be thinking as you're reading this in your tiny voice in your head. Why should I follow this blog? Well, because I might ask you a ton of questions, as I am. that anon. Pleasure to meet you. Read the rules before asking and/or Roleplaying with me. Also read about who I am if you would be so kind. And most of all. Have fun.

[thatxanon]

What did I miss?

Let's see if I can grab some information out of you.

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[classificationclassified-deacti]

+ ThatxAnon +

[classificationclassified-deacti]

What was real and what was not? That sentence made Classified laugh, cold harsh laughter. How hilarious. Someone telling Classified, the person who controlled the reality, which was real and what was not? The nerve of such person!

 ”I am the one who decides what is reality and what is not.”, he stated, after getting his laugh calmed, hand partly covering his mouth. “I bend it nearly freely. So I highly suspect anyone has right to tell me what is real.”, there was that smile again, this time nearly cruel. He was aware of his gift, how powerful thing it was. And he knew the rights he had gained along with this power.

"I chose my path because it gives me meaning. I have no regrets over it."

[thatxanon]

"A meaning? Follow orders from other men?"

He asks with a chuckle, now putting his hands out and claps them together. Walking closer and closer to the man. He then tries to put his hand over Classified shoulder.

"But I can not change what you have chosen for your future. But... I do want to ask about your past."

[classificationclassified-deacti]

+ ThatxAnon +

[classificationclassified-deacti]

Oh, someone who knew who or what he was. Classified merely adjusted his uniforms collar, it tended to get loose when in use irritatingly fast. Now how to response? Options went trough the social un-adjusted males mind, before he finally decided to make a small smile. It was fake, but it was “polite” as the doctors always told him. And politeness would be the first step to his “recovery”, for ever what that meant. He was fine. Perfectly fine.

"I wouldn’t say so. Destroying or capturing my targets is my current purpose. There isn’t much disliking or enjoying of it.", he replied, not even phased on the fact that this masked one knew his current name. He didn’t even need to ask about it - some knew of him already, especially those who weren’t quite out of this world… "Why would I dislike something that gives me reason to be?"

[thatxanon]

"Well. One would think you didn't like being ordered around. Being told what is wrong and what is right. Even what is real and what is not."

He says as he shrugged his shoulders. Now walking towards him, still having his hands under his cape. His face was unemotional as always.

"But what do I know? I'm merely a mask."

[classificationclassified-deacti]

+ ThatxAnon +

Now this was strange. Or not really. With the “work” Classified had, things with no face, or things that masked themselves completely was not too uncommon on the field work. But today Classified wasn’t on the “battlefield”. This was just exercise to see how far range he had on his more common attacks, in nearly safe field near the facility. 

Why the doctors even bothered to test this. They all knew Classifieds power was something that was constantly evolving and shaping itself, there was no point on trying to find the reaching point - it would never be the same twice.

"I am probably meant to assume you are not one of my doctors, or the target I am supposed to aim?"

[thatxanon]

"I can become one if you so desire. You probably dislike them I can image, or am I wrong Classified?"

He says with a chuckle as he just stands still. His hands inside his cape as he just stared at Classified.

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

This doesn’t look nice at all and something inside LC was screaming already. This guy was shady and that mask… He began to follow either way.

[thatxanon]

Under a smirk formed a smirk. He walks in a slow pace, his hands swawing with his movements as he goes. After a short walk, he turns to a corner and waits for him to come. Seems like it was the spot that he gave the location off.

"Well. Here we are."

There was nothing here. Just a alley that was empty. There was only silence as the creature was silent as well. He slowly put his hand up. Like he was showing something. And all of a sudden. A door appeared in-front of them. It was big and of course the size of LC, and it was like a human door, made out of wood. But it had no handle.

[katanamasako]

She frowned “you’re not gonna want to let kat you can do it, Demons take exception to those that steal their image. something to do with ego I think.” she smiled “T.A.? … can I call you Mr. T?” she giggled a little bouncing on her toes. 

[thatxanon]

"I suppose you can..."

[katanamasako]

Yuki blinked as she swam to the edge of the water and climbed out shaking herself off “well that’s a silly answer, I’m obviously asking you.” she smiled. “I’m Yukiko Masako, but everyone calls me Yuki.” 

[thatxanon]

"Glad that you told me your name. But I already know. And my answer wasn't a mistake. Because I am no one."

He says with a chuckle, raising his hand and slowly makes it go over his face. Now having the face of Katana.

"But you may refer to me as T.A."

He then lowers it down and goes back to his usual features.

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

LC gave the briefest of nods. “And you are…. ‘grey’s machine…’ I assume?” 

God the mech looked sceptical. Masks were common and in fashion even but something about this guy was really really weird and crooked. 

[thatxanon]

"That I am."

He answered as he turned his back on LC.

"Follow me if you please."

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

"No. Thats fine like this. Ill be waiting at the meeting point." 

LC cut the commlink. He grunted. Mysterious clients. How he hated that. Still, he got ready for the appointment. He showered, waxed, then transformed and got on the way. As always he sent the exact data of his planned whereabouts to a certain, trusted enforcer that would alarm security if he wouldn’t ‘Ping’ them after a couple of hours. It was his security check in cases that he had doubts about. 

The coordinates were weird. Basically LC ended up on a streetcorner in some intustrial area and he didn’t like that even a tiny bit. He transformed back to his bot mode and waited with folded arms and  in snarky mood.

[thatxanon]

Soon after, a shady looking bot came walking down the street. His hands were behind his back. His face covered with a mask as he walked to him. He looked oddly off by standers.

"You're LC, correct?"

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

"So… do I get names? Like I said. I dont work with incognitos except if the government say so and I dont, I repeat, I dont work outside of Iacon in case you are planning on bringing me elsewhere." LC begag to feel a little bit annoyed. He really needed an agent and that really urgently. He was fed up of doing this on his own. "I don’t really depend on a singular deal you know?" He mentioned then in a snarky way. "I am pretty much in the position to pick my clients so…. I need names and locations, otherwise the thing is off."

[thatxanon]

"Of course we are not planning to do such a thing. And of course you can get names. And I'm sorry that I am not filling up your questions as you asked."

Talking about being a hot-head.

"And we of course understand that. We are filling up all the forms that you're asking for. I have now send you the name of my boss."

He just picks random names from a generator that sounded good enough.

"Anything else?"

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

"For security reasons you would need to give me the destination of our little journey in coordinates. If its confidential, I take a statement form the government that verifies my safety instead if you can offer that. Meeting point can be anywhere in Iacon."

[thatxanon]

"Of course, that is quite understandable."

He hums as he looks at a map of Lacon. Looking where all the rich people where. Picking a spot that LC didn't know off. He then sends the location to LC. Of course that location was just a place that he randomly picked.

"I have send the coordinates to you. We'll be outside after an hours."

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

"…….I don’t work outside of Iacon to be honest unless its the government telling me otherwise…" LC explained calmly. "There must be like a thousand spaceships orbiting Cybertron as we speak….."

[thatxanon]

"Seems like I misinformed about that. But I'm sure we can work around that. Then we shall meet.."

He holds out a map of Cybertron. And hums.

"..Then we shall meet outside of your place. We'll pick you from there. So is that all?"

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

A bit of silence followed again. “Good. My bank details are on the list as well so… where do I meet the client?”

[thatxanon]

"Outside of Cybertron is a grey spaceship. It's not hard to miss. You'll see it. But we can of course pick you up from Cybertron."

He explained with a smirk. Getting ready with the ship.

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

LC was a bit amused. Money was usually none of his concerns, just a standart he  picked his customers by. “…well I send you the prices via intercomm.  Just send me the dates about the client and the appointments you wish as well as what from my list will be requested. I prefer to be prepared.” 

[thatxanon]

The grey faces smirks, taking out a tablet from his clock. Getting the price tags. He hums as he picks just randomly. This.. and that.

"Is today alright then?"

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

"No. I never go to not-secured places and never meet incognito clients unless they are confirmed by the government. Its all about contracts. I will forward you my pricelist. You can pay me after the services but the prices are fixed."

[thatxanon]

"Understood. And we of course understand you not trusting such call. But.. we can assure it will be payed with right prices and if my boss likes it, he might even pay more then usual."

[katanamasako]

A soft breeze, a gentle whisper of wind, and an increase of chill in the air. The youngest hellhound was at it again, practicing, training, learning. her element’s control was never easy and she always worked to improve. 

A slow, graceful purpose and movement as she drew water from the river as she danced over the surface, her eyes glowing bright green. She was unaware of onlookers, all that mattered in that moment was her purpose for being in the middle of nowhere. 

She had been out in the forest for almost a full week, working non stop on training her control and learning to move her element and work with it without overtaxing her strength and stamina. She was getting better, but actual use of her element to protect herself was slow in process and learning. Today she was just working on seeing how long she could endure use of it before her stamina and strength gave out on h er and doused herself with the water she was controlling. 

It wasn’t u ntil movement and a snapped twig caught her by surprise that she realized someone was observing her and threw off her concentration. The water lost form and drenched the young hellhound, and she herself fell into the water beneath her feet. She sputtered a bit before pausing and whimpering “You scared me! who are you?” 

[thatxanon]

The grey clothed man just started at her. Saying nothing as she whimpered. All wet as she lost her concentration. He starts to chuckle, now walking to the edge of the lake.

"Depends on whom you ask."

[thatxanon]

I want answers. || Closed RP with 1088horsepowers

[horns-and-heels]

For a second there was silence before the Cybertronian spoke again. “Yes… yes I am offering services…  And it is not my business but.. who would ‘order’ you to seek them?” This struck LC as peculiar. Also what kind of name was ‘Gray’s machine?’ 

[thatxanon]

"That is none of my business and shouldn't be yours. I'm just following orders. He's a busy man as you can tell. Since he's sending one of his men to get him services. We can speak about payment afterwards, correct?"