⠀ ... she is very intrigued by the close relationships exhibited here . staring helps her imagine himself one day having one of his own. a mech who could be called . . Friend . fascinating studies . ⠀

⠀ whew. that. was a lot of conversation for this week. ( has said maybe two sentences in total . ) he's bushed. adjusting a severed decepticon arm back into order. his nest of internal organs, arms, legs, optics, dentae, && the rest nestled neatly in a cozy bird-bed shape. ⠀

⠀ she lowers his weapon. " ... it was a meeting . " his form of farewell. she rocket jumps away without any further word. today. you live. but she will be watching you carefully... clone . ⠀

⠀ the emblem just makes him grit dentae, her horns lowered, sharp sapphire optics daggered. a spy who tried to take his name && her face on the wrong damn day at a truly terrible time. she has no sympathy for traitors . nor sympathetizers. like beachcomber. he always pities the speechless ⠀

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl DIFFERENT CLIFF JUMPER STOP IT

⠀ why must they always squirm. her scratched facial plating shifts uncomfortably from its usual -- Nothingness && attempts to scrutinize some semblance of emotion both upon her own features && theirs. his em function long ago wiped away by the war, unable to distinguish meaning. her own- simply ⠀

⠀ there is no need for concern. they will burn together . it is more efficient that way . ⠀

⠀ ..! little horns shooting up in surprise, only her helm rotates, as if separate from the body, scanning around for the source of this little strawberry's conversation .. frowning with a quiet concern. little mouth drooped in an upside down u conclusion : all decepticons are mentally unwell ⠀

me and you ( i'm the purple, obviously

⠀ ........ ? ah. it appears.. the decepticons have become so desperate for Decent Soldiers.. ... that they have.. ... cloned her. ..cliffjumper steels his surprise. they've done worse . though- she didn't expect his clone to so. .... small . she is... ..insert correct emotional term ⠀

⠀ decepticons maiming each other ? mm. this pleases the cliffjumper . ⠀

⠀ .. owl helm tilt, one horn flickering curiously . ⠀

⠀ cliffjumper wastes no time, sword planted into the ground, she keeps her hold on its calloused hilt, spinning around it as he leg sweeps the great mech's pedes, using the motion of his circling to dredge up debris caught between the blade's ridges && fling them under the visor right when ⠀

⠀ looking at her jagged edged sword. thinking about the tall mech splayed out on the ground before him. abdomen soft && awaiting his internal examination. thinking of a hotdog bun . ....... she is not entirely opposed to the proposal. his horns curl . red. && sharp . ⠀

⠀ ( .... sharp optics widening as she slowly recognizes this to be a greeting. little horns twisting anxiously as optics round out && widen into that of a curious owl's . ... raising a stiff servo, dripping with energon . ) .. greetings. ..( glances around for.. whomever ' Rizz ' may be.. this ⠀

⠀ you would think a musical mech would have more delightful a dying scream to savor . the final swan song. my audials are left ungraced by agony. this is very. ... ( glancing down quickly at an emotions describing flashcard in her servo with little pictures ) .... upset . ⠀

⠀ . . . disappointing . ⠀

⠀ . . i apologize if they may have come across as.. an attempt to bribe you into better emotions for a selfish reward on my account. i did not mean to flatter . i am simply stating the factoids . apologies, again, for the confusion . ⠀

⠀ she is considering joining the wreckers as a chance to continue crushing craniums.. .. && perhaps even .. ... form. the elusive ' friendships ' bumblebee seems to prize, but- that would require asking.... others.. for.. herself . . . . he will keep this desire on silence for now . ⠀

⠀ a splendid resplendent . ⠀

⠀ 5.4 + points for matching the color palette . very foolish of them to forget . flawed system . ⠀

⠀ she is content with this . ⠀

⠀ ( her great horned owl audials are lowering steadily as he sits atop his mound of savagely ripped apart, barely even distinguishable decepticons turned to fresh corpses. going through the 'how to read expressions cheat sheet' social training cards bee made him to help her EM field issue

⠀ ( .... oh. primus. is this one of those.. wretched.. ... ' Emotions ?' she squinted through his glitching EM field, trying to force the scarred HUD into displaying ANY kind of hint about what this appearance entails- ANYTHING. she is. Starting to Panic. though it can't be seen. or noted . ⠀

⠀ target me accordingly, && i Shall disembowel whatever decepticon stands in our way. the slimmer waist simply helps the job . . .. .. get done in a snap. ... ( a ..a joke. ..she made a. Joke. ..bumblebee says this helps make friends. .. he is content. with her joke . ) ⠀

⠀ i will always be willing to serve as your means of attack, arcee . ( dutifully, monotonely reports the somewhat of a ghost. unaware she is seen somewhat of a ghost . ) ⠀

⠀ i do not understand how you all seem to be Losing so many battles so frequently. it is invoking the hypothetical ' Sadness ' ' emotion ' within me, if i was capable of experiencing such. have you tried Winning . ⠀

⠀ ( dagger thrown right between the television blaster's optics . wordless. a behind the back throw as she moves on to sharpen his next weapon in his seemingly infinite arsenal . back to the screen . ) ⠀

⠀ marching over to take a seat behind the guilty seeker, back turned to hide from the confiscation officer who never stopped speed walking after her. " yes. distract him. i require cover . " her earthy monotone baritone low. sitting with his bazooka, hugging it tightly . ⠀

⠀ aiming the giant bazooka with one arm, the other protectively shielding the security director behind him. " i see. i appreciate your warning, designation, red alert . my advice : duck . " ⠀

⠀ the only thing that shall be crawling is you from the aftershocks . ( holding a comically large bazooka ) ⠀

⠀ i will take care of the creature in the ceiling . ⠀

⠀ these are some nice mushrooms . ⠀

⠀ there are many things your processor cannot comprehend to its fullest. perhaps because of trauma. perhaps because of overall lack of intelligence. the circumstances of your demise shall join that exhaustive list . ⠀

⠀ do not be disrespectful . ⠀

⠀ TAke a look, y'all: IMG_4346.jpeg

⠀ remaining frozen until the other's helm is rested on his lap. she doesn't look at him. but a servo raises, freshly cleaned. still scarred and rusted, but less bloodied than the usual . petting the kitty ( audial ) . staring straight ahead at whatever dangers may lie in wait. ever vigilent . ⠀

⠀ yes . ⠀

⠀ slowly withdrawing the servo she rocked all the way through a decepticon's newly hollowed helm, watching the wires become wrought & snapped along with his minimal effort as metal brain metal slips from her grotesque display. hm. the pink of the energon reminded cliff of somebot . ⠀

⠀ she's holding his servo. sat down & patting her lap with the other servo, his expression as blunt & flat as the command. " lay down. " the low, unmatching baritone rumbles. as she makes a petting motion with his free servo. helm . rest. here . ⠀

⠀ i salute the hotdog . ⠀

⠀ hm. she glances away in thought, his optics staring off somewhere, speared into the distance before- her horns wraggle happily, just a smidgen. " cherry . " .. " . . please . " ⠀

temp pin .

" I... am not your boss. I am your KING!"

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