#bytesnbolts

"No!” The femme automaticaly bristled defensively from peds to wingtips. “I mean-. Maybe. I don’t know.” She grit her sharp denta in frustration. Really though, what had she been expecting, asking a loaded question like that? And of a stranger, to boot.

“I just-.” Dragonsbane huffed air through her denta. “I see everyone around me - all these Autobots - and they’re so different from me, and they’re happy, and I want to be that, too, but,” Her wings flared briefly, subconsciously emphasizing her words. “t feels like all my efforts get me nowhere.”

She didn't want to only be stupid and destructive, but she was. The glyphs and symbols of her own internal HUD were still mostly gibberish, no matter how may times she studied the flashcards Prime had give her. She was never more at ease then when she could hit something as hard as she could and watch it shatter, but that's what her old teammates enjoyed, too.

Leave “you’ve been on my mind” in my askbox for my muse’s reaction.

Nebulous looks up from the stacks of paperwork they’re currently dealing with, their finials twitching in interest when their lanky friend speaks.

“Oh, and why is that Requiem?” Nebulous stares unwaveringly at the cotton candy colored mech, “Knowing you, I am concerned with what that means.” Putting an elbow on the desk, they lean against the servo, propping up their helm. 

4.  Describe the first time using your talents.

“It happened rather suddenly. Up until certain age, everything was normal. Nothing extraordinary or something that catches the eye of everyone involved. ‘Though one day when I woke up I didn’t feel right. Silly me thought of it as a rather sleepless night tossing about. Then, before I knew it, the biolights on my servos started pulsing rapidly and all I saw at the moment where warnings and flashes all over my HUD. Just as fast as it swarmed my vision, it disappeared and I could only wonder what on Cybertron had happened.”

“For a few weeks I felt tingling in my servos. It wasn’t until some folks from Jhiaxus Academy approached me offering potential answers. Long story short, I’m in some room, I imagine a very simple object in my mind - a ball - and some few servos movements the ball actually manifests on the table. Like, it’s not a hologram, it’s an actual physical object. And finally, my servos stopped tingling so much.”

5.  Does anyone you know have similar powers at their disposal?

“To my understanding, every outlier is unique. You have Skywarp who can teleport, Skids who learns new fighting skills just by observing... I remember some students from Jhiaxus who shared a broader spectrum of powers, such as fire manipulation. It’s almost as if elemental control was commonly spread and I recall some scientists trying to crack the code why there were so much. Then there’s me, falling into the odd category. Nobody in history of outliers could manipulate light to manifest physical objects so far.”

    There’s a few ways to interpret that.

Unicron is an ever-increasing mass, incorporating materials and mass from every planet he consumes. Due to the nature of his Reactor (which is, tbh, a black hole and shouldn’t actually be able to increase the mass of the surrounding flesh) and how it processes material, approximately 10% to 30% of the material consumed is added to his size. 

      Metal planets tend to be easier to incorporate with the greatest mass increase, while gas planets are the hardest to process with the least amount of increase. 

     On the other implication, Unicron cannot actually control his size. He just automatically adds mass or consumes it as he goes. At this state of being, he has no subspace, no interdimensional pockets, so there’s nowhere to put hidden mass. 

     The smaller forms that are used to communicate with others were made so he could follow his Creator around and, if we’re to be technical, cannot actually exist outside of the body (but we have them do it anyway, because fuck it). Their height and mass stays stable (15 meters), as all material eaten is consumed but not incorporated. 

:: Bombshell? Oh, I think my sister might’ve-…wait…no, that was a Cowbell. ::

Dealbreaker paces, tapping at his chin-plating with the slighter of his servos and racking his processor for any memories of a Bombshell. His internal ‘address book’ is not organized in any logical sense beyond ‘flirt-able”, “requested no flirting”, and “oh slag”. No telling where this Bombshell might fall in there; though, if the designation matched the interior, he might be filed under ‘flirt-able’.

:: Not ringing any bells. You know where he is? I’ll hit a bullseye.. ::

Bombshell is named more for his weapons capabilities than his looks, in Jazz’s opinion, and he really doesn’t make it onto most bots’ “flirt-able” lists. That tends to happen when you’re so opportunistically sadistic that even Decepticons don’t like you.

In any case, Jazz doesn’t know where the Insecticon is at the moment; the whole group of them are notoriously difficult to locate until they come out of the forests to enact some plot.

« Somewhere in Indonesia, I’d guess, » he offers, and sends over an image file of the Insecticon in question. « He’s not easy to find, but here’s the bot you’re lookin’ for. »

don’t like it | meh | it’s cool | i like it | awesome! | one of my favorites

:: What’s his poison? We can put it in a file and I’ll sneak it past the cop'per. - Dealbreaker ::