Jun 8, 2017
❲+on-treads❳
❛ ―oh, i wasn’t expecting you to be alive, let alone showing up on scanners. you still active? my normal... muscle is out of commission.❜
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❲+on-treads❳
❛ ―oh, i wasn’t expecting you to be alive, let alone showing up on scanners. you still active? my normal... muscle is out of commission.❜
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( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.
TEXT //Hey now, that’s not the nicest thing you could say to the mecha who just might have a job for you, if you’re interested.
@on-treads is acknowledged.
the data doesn’t lie. the reports and decoded data were troubling for this one, yet he opens the link to this universe--to this decepticon. a simple encoded message is sent;
‹ REQUEST; STATUS REPORT. ›
‘you’re drunk!’
SEND ME ‘YOU’RE DRUNK!’ FOR MY MUSE SAYING SOMETHING TO YOUR MUSE THEY NORMALLY WOULDN’T.
“You think you’re so tough…! That you don’t need help. That you don’t want help. That you’re okay with dying. But I’m not stupid–nobody, nobody as passionate as you wants to die in some gutter of a rust infection. So I’m here. To help. To offer help. Until you take it.”
(♔) He doesn’t know why but he runs the moment he can slip from Autobot grasp. His doesn’t slow its erratic pulsing even then, the buildings towering over his frame and taunting him. ‘they know, they know,’ a voice echoes through his thoughts. ‘traitor, traitor, you are not here to advise them, you are here for punishment, they plan to send you back to--’
He skids to a stop and his servos cover his face, vents working overtime to cool his overheated frame. He bites back coolant pooling in his optics and he mentally shoves the voice into the dark depths of his mind, refusing to break or bend to the will that had controlled him before. He feels so tired, so out of control, and he hates it but cannot linger on it.
A ping on his radar fights to the front of his mind, a warning that isn’t as alone as he wished. He drops his servos, blurred vision scanning over the rust and decay that surrounds him. It takes him a moment, a cold and calculated moment, to spot the figure.
“No,” he whispers, breathless as he recognises the frame despite the distance.
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✂
SEND A SYMBOL FOR A TEXT✂ for a worried text about the receiver
( ✉ → ) hey, i’m back on velocitron but i can’t stop thinking about you.
( ✉ → ) are you ok? did you find somewhere to stay? are you fueling regularly?
( ✉ → ) have you seen a medic yet? your vents didn’t sound real good. i want to make sure you’re safe and healthy.
( ✉ → ) please take care of yourself.
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.
Dreadwing clamps down on the bond he shares with Skyquake, wings twitch with barely contained anger. He manages to keep his cool, keep his optics focused on the tankformer before him.
“Until I know my brother and I will not starve or live on the streets,” he says, voice firm and even. “And until he manages to contain his temper around employers. All of which are important to keeping Skyquake alive and well, which is all that matters to me. You may be on your way now.”
× Lost Cause ×
She knew she shouldn’t have scurried away from her assigned position, that should have stayed close to the team, but that was boring. Her guardians were busy rebuilding, and the other humans trying to help, which made it far too easy for the adventurous teenager to slip away from the group. She would have thought that by now they would have learnt all her tricks, but given she was about a mile off by now, it seemed they didn’t.
Miles into the outskirts of the rebuilt section of the city, the teen was more than happy to climb over the broken bits of the street and collapsing building, and just exploring the ruins that she didn’t get to before. And it would be one of those ruins that she stood atop of, scanning over the wrecked street below, that she noticed something.
Her eyes widened and lips parted in awe, spotting the form laid out like an abandoned corpse on a battlefield. Her astonishment--if she could call it that--didn’t last long, and she hopped down from the collapsed wall. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she straightened and jogged over to the form in the distance, completely unaware of the danger she’d just placed herself in.