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what doesn't kill you // accepting @midnight-influence

HIS SPARK CANNOT HELP BUT BREAK. looking at the frightened, shivering thing. it was a sorry sight. there's really no need for all these theatrics... he means no harm. knockout steps back. a peace offering, space for her to breathe. ❝ there's no need for all that. i'm not here to hurt you. ❞ he still speaks sharply, quick && to the point. even if he felt some pity, he had little patience. 

❝ you look lost. kaon's not a place to be wandering around- there's mechs who don't mean well. why don't you tell me where you're trying to go? ❞

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A wild cardbot has been seen stalking through town on all fours and stealing energy from generators. Whenever someone attempts to take a picture it vanished into the darkness like it was never there. Tonight however there was a sudden power outage as the wild card siphoned energy once more.

It had felt like some time since he and Soleil had been maintaining the presence of the Wild Cardbots on Earth on their own, before they had met and joined up with Blue Cop and Jun. So, to hear that there was another, unknown Wild Cardbot causing some kind of chaos, his attention was immediately on it.

As it stood, Blue Cop had been indisposed due to his civic duties as a police officer of the city, and hadn't been able to join in investigating just who it was that was causing the blackouts.

Lightstrike is staring politely. "Can I have some copper flakes in it?"

​"Hmmm. Thinking about it. I don't know... Maybe I should put in some aluminum instead."

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THE SCENE BEFORE HIM TURNS INTO AN EERILY FAMILIAR SIGHT. the recognition turns into ice in his lines. giving him pause as he studies the femme. clearly in need of some sort of medical treatment- it'd be better to hand her off to a mech better prepared, his modest facility wasn't meant for emergencies... only mechs looking to change up their look. now he was asking for more trouble than he was looking for. that was without even considering who she might have escaped from, who might be looking. 

knockout turns his gaze. surveying the dark streets of kaon, the night only lit by the faint glow of the city itself. tsking, as he curses to himself quietly in melodic tones. for a brief moment he considers this isn't his problem, && almost decides that he should mind his own business- but there's that nagging voice in the back of his processor. telling him to be nicer, to be kinder. that he was trying to convince mechs he wasn't a monster.

❝ alright. ❞ he speaks more to himself than to her, but his gaze drifts back to her crumpled form. he kneels, making himself smaller. frame relaxed && unthreatening. slipping back into the same steps he used to calm down the vehicons when they'd overindulged. ❝ i don't know where your home is... i can take you some place safe though? get you some fresh energon. ❞

I really appreciate it—

I've been so bad at reaching out and replying with everything going on, but I'm settling into a rhythm so hopefully I can really get back into everything nice and proper soon.

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Serik stared right back, quite wary and uncertain, although he did his best not to show it too much on his face. It didn't work too well, especially when he tried staring her down in turn, despite their significant size difference.

".... What?" He finally grumbled, still on guard. "Somethin' on my face..? Y' can quit starin' now..." He'd never seen a being like this before... He would have called her a machine or a robot or something... if she didn't feel so alien. Serik knew machines. He had a two beautiful ships after all. But this? This here wasn't a mere machine.

Shit. Machines didn't stare you down like that after all.