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State of Affairs
(( Now, what WILL happen during tonight/the course of the weekend:
(( If Acid Storm happens to really get shot and die, he'll only be dead on the main timeline, where he isn't needed anyway and only fucks everything up.
I'll still interact with others randomly, in no timeline in particular, but it'll be like certain things didn't happen.
I just want to get him out of a place no one really needs him. He already fucked up enough. He needs to step aside and just leave the plot alone. Leave it to people who are actually useful and relevant to it.
I'm sorry he's such a royal fuck up that can't do anything ever. But I guess that shows I picked the right character to play. ))
Acid Storm is just going to isolate himself from everyone else.
There's no point being around others if he's just going to be a failure to everyone.
Tomorrow he's taking his leave to Decepticon headquarters. Hopefully he'll uncover more things. Although, what good would that do now anyway? There's nothing he can do to change the past, and nothing he can do to change the fact he was stupid and naive.
And, based on recent happenings, there's nothing he can do, period.
Maybe that's his last attempt to try and do something useful to those he loves.
All things considered though, chances are he's just going to get shot and killed if he attempts to do that.
And, maybe, in the end, that'll be better for everyone.
Maybe that's what he wants to happen.
M!A!fury is going to bat at your ped then pounce on it.
Acid looks to the sides, and then down some. Oh...
"Anh, hm, hello...?" There's a familiar vibe from this one...

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Acid Storm isn't going to try and fix anything anymore.
He won't try doing anything anymore. He'll just resign himself to being a big piece of scrap.
He's already useless anyway without trying to do things. If he doesn't try at least he doesn't fuck things up.
It seems like Acid Storm can't do anything right, hm?
Maybe he really needs to go back to Decepticon headquarters and get shot in the face really. At least he would die trying to do something right and would stop fucking up everything.
(( Well, great, I made myself ridiculously sad.
I need a break, so, brb. ))
Trine Bonding Time With Front and Acid
The touches to Acid’s cockpit made him shudder in return, a shiver running down his spine. Did he ever got this close to his brother? If he did he couldn’t remember. But it felt almost as if something he dearly missed, in the back of his processor.
The lips brushing on his faceplates were reassuring though, and he felt his body relax some as he moved his lips again.
"Would you… would you mind if I did this?" Acid’s servo tentatively moved up the upper edge of Front’s wing, digits brushing against the aileron softly before resting there, poking and pinching some.
The touch felt good, if foreign, and he sucked in air sharply, the wing fluttering and twitching, as if trying to both evade and press into the touch.
He smiled, nuzzling the side of Acid’s neck: “Not at a-all.”
One servo rested lightly on the cockpit now while the other drew lazy patterns on the expanse of one green wing with a digit, putting on little to no pressure and letting his field transmit the sensation instead.
Front's tone sounded far from bothered, and Acid was more than glad he wasn't being too invasive. Although, was there such a thing as being too invasive when it came to trinemates? What was the real limit to that...?
Acid pondered about that for a while as his digits tapped along the edge of Front's wing until they reached a winglet, the tips of his digits pinching that bit ever so lightly. All the while, the featherlight touches on his own wing made him relax under Front's weight, engine purring softly.
(( No you guise don’t understand. If I try to interact with someone a few times and it feels like I’m annoying the hell out of them/theydrop threads/don’t respond it doesn’t matter how many times they come up to me and say I’m not annoying them. I’m probably not going to talk to them ever again. ))

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:: Laspsestorm. Remember I said we needed to meet up so you and your medics could take a look at Front? I... kinda need you. right now. :: Please just... just be available.
//: “Hmm…Alright, send me the coordinates and we’ll fly on out.”
Acid had never felt so relieved. He sent the coordinates almost instantly.
:: Please, come as fast as you can. :: His tone was sad and almost pleading.
Damage Control
Acid Storm grumbled under his breath at that reply. He was going to get the answer from Front as soon as he was stable enough. And when he did get an answer he would make whoever did that regret even being functioning in the first place.
His anger allied to his inexperience when ti came to fixing others, he didn’t even had the chance to catch what Stormfront was trying to send him through the comm link. The noise he heard coming from Front’s vocalizer together with a strange smell, as if something had short circuited, made Acid curse himself under his breath. Genius. Just genius.
"Stormfront! Can you still hear me, What happ-" And then that screech tore into his processor like a blade, enough to make both of his servos move to his helm.
What… what had happened? What did he screw up? Frag… he couldn’t even fix some fragging relays…
"I’m calling a medic. I’m not going to risk damaging you even more." Acid said, already ready to call a certain comm link.
More sparks flew, until even the bursts of static no longer sounded. Stormfront had been rendered mute.
Ruby optics seemed to burn with the intensity of dread, no matter that they barely received any data, but the rest of him just went… numb.
::It’s too late.::
The words were barely above a whisper, weak even in the silence of a comm link. He barely registered as the Carrier protocols started shutting down, no longer needed…
:: No! :: Acid Storm pretty much shouted through the comm link, guilt pilling up in his processor at unbelievable levels as he tried not break down. :: I don't care. I'm going to at least try and do something right for you. I've already screwed things over too much. ::
Acid wanted to punch something, anything. Preferably his own face. He would that later, once he got Stormfront to a better location. He called the comm link he was intending to and then waited eagerly for a reply.