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Bom dia mundoooo!!!!! Acordei! Heheheh #fullschedule #therapy #gym #workout #work #recordings #rehearsal #meeting #prepareforsurgery #omg (at Passos, Minas Gerais)
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I'm glad you like it! And yes, clearly the leader of a moe army.
-Laughs despite the obvious scratches on his finish.
You’re buffing those out, you know~
Means I can make more of 'em?
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Very funny.
It's 'ilarious.
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-Ripclaw had hidden away after borrowing Pretty's pretty making wax, afraid that he would chase after her. She decided to keep a low profile for a few days before acting again, hiding out in one of the lesser used areas of the ship. She tried her best to shield the wax from anyone else.-
'Should...do it now!'
-Ripclaw sat on the floor, knees close to her chest and both arms resting ontop of them. She stared at the can intensely before nodding and deciding to open it, making a confused sound for a moment. She frowned and picked at the tiny can, hesitantly poking at the top. She pouted before slowly trying to twist open the can.-
'...Not big can.'
-Ripclaw stared down at the can after the lid finally came off and fell to the ground. It couldn't be enough to cover all over....could it? With a determined expression, Ripclaw rubbed the tips of her claws and scooped up a small amount. She tried to rub the small amount as much as she could and quickly repeated the process multiple times until the can was empty.-
-After scooping out all of the wax, Ripclaw begins to quickly wipe the wax all over.-
'Will be pretty!'
-She giggles and gives the wax some time to dry. After a short time, she glances down and makes a confused grunt. The wax didn't make her shiny like Pretty... and now her armor was covered in large flakes. Quickly she stood up and transformed into her Predacon form, sneaking her way to the fixing room. After reaching the room, she sat down outside and silently stared at the ground, head hanging in embarrassment.-
Toe-Related Orders
-The medic snorts at the ‘name’ (though keeps silent; he didn’t want to blow his voyeuristic cover, after all).
::I’m … so sorry, Fearstorm. But you know how it is - orders are orders ..::
-Oh, he was just abusing his privilege here - but how could he resist!? And how could he refuse? It was an Earth tradition, and they were on Earth, of all planets, with its lovely taste in vehicle accessories and aesthetics . It would be a shame to disrespect that, wretched fleshlings aside.
::If it’s any consolation, I did manage to subdue him earlier with little difficulty - surely, the task won’t be something you have to go out of your way to accomplish, no? Especially since there’s no time limit. It’s all about the intimidation aspect, you know~::
Fearstorm gives a low, disgruntled rumble, but it's not aimed directly at Knock Out. He's moreso frustrated with the situation. "Great," he mutters. The medic is witnessing a rare event: Fearstorm, aware of his duty and unenthusiastic about fulfilling it. "He's so puny, though. And he has a mouth."
A great shudder runs through the drone. "Frankly, they're kind of disgusting." If it occurs to him that such a statement might not be terribly polite to deliver to a mech who actually has a mouth, he doesn't remark on it. "And I don't have one. Is there an auxilliary kissing method I'm going to have to use to get this done? Should I just... some of the drones kind of nuzzle, should I try that?"
The idea of biding his time definitely seems like the best approach. First of all, it means he won't have to do it right away, which sounds great. Second of all, it's simply the more realistic option, given the fact that he doesn't go too far from the Nemesis often and is not likely to run into the puny Autobot anytime soon.
The Scenic Route
Fearstorm drives along the beach, his long, low-slung form sliding over the sand. Despite the enormity of his root mode, his alt-mode is more or less normal-sized: notably larger than most of the rest of the vehicons, but still not bigger than a sports car could feasibly be. Even so, anyone watching would see that his tires dig deep into the sand as he moves: this mech is heavy. Acceleration is definitely not his strong point.
That doesn't mean he'll ever turn down an opportunity to race, though.
Fearstorm has recently downed a good amount of high grade, and he's finally able to relax and focus on enjoying himself for once. He swerves for a moment into the shallows, sending up twin fans of water from either side of his chassis. The texture of the sand is novel against his wheels, and the water droplets scattering across his frame feel quite nice, if a little strange. He veers back towards the beach, his rear-view mirrors tilting slightly as he checks to see if he was followed.
He's expecting a few racing partners, but even if nobody decides to take him up on the offer, he's quite happy just to explore the beach and the new experiences it has to offer.
