power up the revolution!

“I could guide you there, if you like.” He said with a different intent in his mind. He’d find out if this creature was man or machine. He began to walk off, motioning for him to follow.

“Love is weakness.”

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

“What’s wrong with a little chaos?”

“I never wanted any of this to happen to you.”

“I tried… I tried to be the good guy.”

“I bear it so they don’t have to.”

“I am become death, destroyer of worlds.”

“I did what I had to do, that’s all.”

“Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.”

“I have no home.”

“You’re dead to me.”

“Sucks, but I’m dealing with it.”

“I’m not fine!”

“What if I’m just broken?”

“Blood must have blood.”

“The things we’ve done to survive, they don’t define us.”

“The only way we’re gonna make it through this is if we trust each other.”

“Let me guess, Mommy and Daddy didn’t love you?”

“…Are you gonna cry, [Name]?”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’d step back if I was you.”

“It won’t survive me.”

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

“No more secrets.”

“All I do is hurt people. I’m a monster.”

“You’re not allowed to die.”

“Who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are very different things.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, [Name].”

“You want forgiveness? Fine, I’ll give it to you. You’re forgiven, okay?”

“I am doing the best I can!”

“Everything that’s gone wrong is because of you.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Pain. Hate. Envy. Those are the ABC’s of me, you take them away and there’s nothing left.”

“I couldn’t save him/her.”

“May we meet again.”

“How about you stick it up your ass instead?”

“You can’t afford to be weak.”

“You have something I want.”

“Revenge isn’t justice.”

“Aim for the throat. Slash, don’t stab. Make it deep.”

“You saved my life.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Stop blaming me for your mistakes!”

“Maybe there are no good guys.”

the best brother, obviously……………

(or the other way around - tell me!)

Looking over the streets before him, Artorias begins to wonder where exactly he was wandering about to. He had no sense of direction, and the unfamiliar familiar landscape wasn’t about to help him in that aspect. Even if he had been here once before in the past, his muddled memories were not helping him in any way.

As he looked about for any signs of where he could be at this point, he notices a figure clad in yellow, red, and black. Though the stranger was in the strangest outfit Artorias could say that he had ever seen, he approached nonetheless. 

He blinked as the man spoke in a rather strange dialect, and when he was done, he simply gave him a shrug.

“There are signs all over the place, my friend. Have you not been able to find your way?”

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

Dear Primus, they’re multiplying.

‹ ⚡ ›   “Uh, yeah. You sure are, I guess. Not my type, though. Sorry.”

The apology felt a little TACKED ON, but whatever. The mention of ‘Decepticon’ came forth in the pretense of this mechanical stranger knowing well the subject he adds on to. Breakdown’s interests pique; what once was a apologetically disinterested expression now softens into intrigue. He’s “done his research”, and he’s “met others”– does this mean that there are other Cybertronians in the city? There was no way for him to know for certain– rarely does the bruiser ever set food outside of his claimed haven.

‹ ⚡ ›   “You know exactly what you’re talkin’ about, huh? Meetin’ other bots and all.”

He’s ready for conflict. Decepticons, even among other Decepticons, are painted under an ill palette. Cons don’t like each other and only work together when Lord Megatron gives the command. A community aching for a similar cause bound by FEAR is doomed to fall one day. In some other world, the Decepticon Army had already FALLEN, but for him? Not a chance. 

He is, and always will be, a Decepticon. The affiliation has long left its mark on his spark, never to be tossed away no matter what path he so wishes to choose.

A proposition had been made by the mechanical stranger, Elec Man. He spoke of a similar goal as Lord Megatron’s, a parallel that did not go unnoticed. The intrigue on his face plat shifts again, head tipped and servos planted at his sides. 

‹ ⚡ ›   “Revolution…”

Breakdown allowed those words to process.

‹ ⚡ ›   “I’ll think about that. I’m all for puttin’ fleshbags in their place, but I got one leader to follow and that’s Lord Megatron.”

Prior words spilled from his lips saturated with strain. Decacycles later and he still cannot fathom the idea of shifting loyalties. Unable to understand the mere IDEA of switching away to follow another head even if it’s for the same cause, Breakdown strains himself in asserting his loyalties. He’s followed him for so long already. His ideals still mimic Megatron’s. Though he has long fallen in some other timeline, that metaphorical leash strangling the bruiser’s neck still exists to be tugged to and fro. Expectations still exist and continue to weigh down upon his shoulders.

Being the only representing Decepticon in a city full of humans whom could very easily swarm and dismantle said Decepticon in a moment’s notice keeps him from following through with unspoken orders.

Being HERE already means he failed, anyways. So, why is he still bothered by this?

He merely stands there, listening, and waiting.

The robot master can’t help but laugh at his joke, shaking his head as he does. 

“Am I to assume this Knock Out is?” He laughed a bit. “Either way, you haven’t told me your name.”

He listened again, watching him as he was on guard. Should he need to use it, Elec Man was sure his Thunder Beam could disable a Decepticon as well, but he had yet to try it. If Breakdown gave him the chance, he would certainly take it. 

“Yes, I have met others like you.” He raised a finger to his chin as he tapped it. “I’m afraid their names have slipped my mind at the moment, but there’s a large number of you...equally large bots in town. One can only assume you’ve all come from the same world.”

Elec Man allows himself a smile as Breakdown mulls over his idea, certain that this one will follow him, but then he says he’s loyal to only one - Lord Megatron. He couldn’t have this. Elec Man’s fists clench, but he maintains his demeanor.

“I can assure you that there is no Lord Megatron here in the Hive. Your superior is most likely back at home - but having been here for quite a long time, I can tell you that it is...uncertain when you will head back to where you’ve come from.”

Well, he was given a BB gun by these scientists, probably as a replacement for his own, now non-functional, blasters. Well, if he was given weapons, that must mean that he would have to protect himself (and of course others) at one point or another.

So it all came down to target practice.

After gathering some trash and setting it up, Rodimus put some distance between him and his targets, and started shooting. He kept repeating this process, setting it them back up and shooting them back down. Only after a couple of times did he notice that someone else had their eyes on him.

     At least his aim was halfway decent, unlike some other bots.

But they all just had such lovely personalities.

He’d been watching this one for a while, practicing his shooting with one of the rudimentary weapons the Hive’s scientists had given him. Initially, he’d caught his attention because the bot’s coloring - red and yellow - reminded him of his terrible brother Quick Man. In fact, they looked surprisingly alike, save certain design influences.

It seemed that Elec Man had been caught in his observations, but rather than reply, the light yet life-filled sound of crackling electricity began to fill the air as he drew his power to his fingertips, pointing it directly at Rodimus. Before the other bot could react, Elec Man fired, only to go right past him and obliterate the targets behind him. As he smirked, he raised his fingers to his mouth and blew on them. It was so wonderful to be fully powered.

“I’d have to ask you the same thing, brother. It didn’t seem as though you were doing much damage. I can see the scientists have downgraded you, as they so much like to do to those of our kind.”

He walked forward, extending his hand upwards for a shake.

     they play dress up, he thinks with a sneer  — though the thought doesn’t entertain him for long. he’s never come across a pet quite this decorated, but he blames that on the autobots and their consistently poor taste. the seeker’s wings twitch in his quiet as he digs for the right words. he is a speaker by nature, although he is the only one that sees it as a gift coming from someone as entitled as himself. another natural talent of his, he surmises. wings twitch again but they grind against his back plates, unexpected in the moment and harsh to his sensors. his brows dip with a furrow as he adjusts, stretching them in a preen as he finally let his mouthplate do the talking for his busy thoughts.

“Excuse me?”

Just who did he think he was? Surely he was one of those Decepticons - every single one he’d met had been an absolute delight after all, but simply because he wasn’t one of them didn’t mean he was going to take this abuse.

“This is my chassis design, and I have no problem with it. However, I have several problems with yours that I will not discuss at this moment in time--I have far better things to worry about than the sour opinions of another bot.”