Solar

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[he leans over to Magnus]

What is a “purple guy”?

[*They turn to Magnus]

[*Scratch's audials are completely flattened in confusion]

Who's- Who's that??

[*They're really trying not to sound hostile]

This is Cyclonus, kiddo. He’s… a friend.

Were you- were you going to fight? Er-Or something?

Sparring, it’s a type of training fight, to keep one’s instincts sharp.

[Cyclonus took a step closer]

[*They don't like the sound of that]

[*They shrink slightly away from Cyclonus]

[*They're not trying to be rude]

[*But they also don't want Magnus to get hurt]

...Training fight..?

Ok- I.. Good-

[*They glance at Magnus, before waddling over and allowing themselves to be picked up]

[*They continue to glance warily at Cyclonus]

Um- Yeah-

[*They turn back to Cyclonus, settling in his grasp and shyly waving again]

Hello, Scratch. I am Cyclonus, spawn of Unicron, Decepticon saboteur and skilled swordsmech.

It's- Nice to meet you, Cyclonus

[*They whirr quietly in Dion's hold]

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[he leans over to Magnus]

What is a “purple guy”?

[*They turn to Magnus]

[*Scratch's audials are completely flattened in confusion]

Who's- Who's that??

[*They're really trying not to sound hostile]

This is Cyclonus, kiddo. He’s… a friend.

Were you- were you going to fight? Er-Or something?

Sparring, it’s a type of training fight, to keep one’s instincts sharp.

[Cyclonus took a step closer]

[*They don't like the sound of that]

[*They shrink slightly away from Cyclonus]

[*They're not trying to be rude]

[*But they also don't want Magnus to get hurt]

...Training fight..?

Ok- I.. Good-

[*They glance at Magnus, before waddling over and allowing themselves to be picked up]

[*They continue to glance warily at Cyclonus]

Um- Yeah-

[*They turn back to Cyclonus, settling in his grasp and shyly waving again]

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[he leans over to Magnus]

What is a “purple guy”?

[*They turn to Magnus]

[*Scratch's audials are completely flattened in confusion]

Who's- Who's that??

[*They're really trying not to sound hostile]

This is Cyclonus, kiddo. He’s… a friend.

Were you- were you going to fight? Er-Or something?

Sparring, it’s a type of training fight, to keep one’s instincts sharp.

[Cyclonus took a step closer]

[*They don't like the sound of that]

[*They shrink slightly away from Cyclonus]

[*They're not trying to be rude]

[*But they also don't want Magnus to get hurt]

...Training fight..?

Ok- I.. Good-

[*They glance at Magnus, before waddling over and allowing themselves to be picked up]

[*They continue to glance warily at Cyclonus]

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[he leans over to Magnus]

What is a “purple guy”?

[*They turn to Magnus]

[*Scratch's audials are completely flattened in confusion]

Who's- Who's that??

[*They're really trying not to sound hostile]

This is Cyclonus, kiddo. He’s… a friend.

Were you- were you going to fight? Er-Or something?

Sparring, it’s a type of training fight, to keep one’s instincts sharp.

[Cyclonus took a step closer]

[*They don't like the sound of that]

[*They shrink slightly away from Cyclonus]

[*They're not trying to be rude]

[*But they also don't want Magnus to get hurt]

...Training fight..?

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[he leans over to Magnus]

What is a “purple guy”?

[*They turn to Magnus]

[*Scratch's audials are completely flattened in confusion]

Who's- Who's that??

[*They're really trying not to sound hostile]

This is Cyclonus, kiddo. He’s… a friend.

Were you- were you going to fight? Er-Or something?

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[he leans over to Magnus]

What is a “purple guy”?

[*They turn to Magnus]

[*Scratch's audials are completely flattened in confusion]

Who's- Who's that??

[*They're really trying not to sound hostile]

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

Halt! Who’s there?!

[His voice was loud and authoritative, not all together unlike Magnus’ own. Magnus quickly looked towards the disturbance and a mix of shock and confusion crossed his face. The flier also quickly spotted scratch and his expression shifted to a more neutral look]

[*They spend a solid 5 seconds glancing between Magnus and the other mech, trying to come out with a coherent sentence]

-Purple guy??

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

I suppose one battle could not hurt, Scratch is already asleep.

That is the youngling you have been raising, yes? I still wish to meet them at some point.

I… do not know if that is the best idea just yet. They… I have noticed that they do not seem to have the best of reactions to Decepticons.

Yes, I understand. Given what I have gathered, they have had quite the life for one so young.

Haven’t we all?

[*Oh, right, they were supposed to be asleep, weren't they?]

[*Another battle?? Has Magnus been secretly fighting Decepticons this whole time?]

[*Wait but that doesn't make sense, the war's over, there's no reason for Autobot/Decepticon fighting anymore, right?]

[*They glance over the purple flier, trying to find any distinguishable features, trying to see if they can recognize the mech]

[*Or some obscene time at night]

[*Certainly feels like 3 am]

[*Scratch slinks through the darkened halls, only using the glow of their visor as a guide]

[*They keep a servo brushing against the wall, trying to find any doors]

[*They spot a dim glow coming from Magnus's office]

[*Scratch quietly walks over, peeking through the door to see if he was busy]

I am simply saying that you are rather reckless.

Can you blame me? It’s not every century I meet a mech like you, Ultra Magnus.

You just want me to go spar with you again

Is it working?

[*Their audials flit curiously as they listen in]

[*They have no idea who this purple person is]

[*...]

*Flip it?*

@prowl-desk

I do not understand.

I do not flip desks.

Uhhh......Not here

*Flip it?*

@prowl-desk

I do not understand.

I do not flip desks.

Uhhh......Not here

*Flip it?*

@prowl-desk

I do not understand.

I do not flip desks.

Uhhh......Not here

*Flip it?*

@prowl-desk

I do not understand.

I do not flip desks.

[Magnus glances over his shoulder]

Steeljaw’s in charge. I’ll be back in a few minutes.

[*Laserbeak gives Ravage a look]

Night, kiddo, sleep well.

[Magnus glances over his shoulder]

Steeljaw’s in charge. I’ll be back in a few minutes.

[*Laserbeak gives Ravage a look]