#robotsrus

Aw, thank you!

It’s sad because there are some really nice Xmas skins but the gamemodes are so uninteresting to me that I barely have any of them.😢 Makes me wonder how they’re going to keep the game fresh in the coming year if they’re going to continue to use the same old events everyone’s definitely going to be sick of.

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☀️ ;; Humanity was a fascinating species, one that Optimus found he could never tear himself away from. Their overall tenacity and ability to keep moving forward despite all odds was admirable, regardless of the intentions; he had come across more kind-hearted humans than he had cruel ones, though the latter tended to stand out more in his mind at times. Earth had been through so many struggles in its relatively short existence, and those that pushed for conquest and destruction seemed to pull through every time.

     Such thoughts became even more cemented in him after meeting Tima.

     From the very start the Prime knew that something was different about the young one. She was quiet and curious, but not in the same way that other children he had known were; no, she seemed almost... restrained in her mentality, unable to move past mental blocks to discover what her soul truly wished to learn. Even so, she was kind and honest to every extent she could possibly be, and seemed to only want happiness and knowledge.

     It was only when he truly learned of the girl’s origins that his spark became even more hardened towards the species, those that had built her simply to destroy and control. Much like the doctor that had twisted his species and their resources for personal gain, the one that mockingly called himself Tima’s father was a disgusting and demented being--a life that even he did not see as worth saving. It took a lot for Optimus to think such a disgusting thought.

     Yet those fits of anger and spite seemed to melt away when he looked upon the small form, huddled in clothes far too large for her delicate systems. Her features always seemed to exude an air of curiosity and hope, even if she could not completely understand the ideas themselves. Despite her origins, she was still a young sentient being, one that deserved the freedom that her few friends fought for her to have.

     And now, he only hoped that she could count him among those numbers. He would fight for her, for the safety of her makeshift family, and all those that called for his aid, as was his duty as Prime. Tima would not be used again.

Gospel thought he was being ‘stealthy’, hiding behind a potted plant, and peering out through the synthetic leaves at the stranger. He had heard about them, but had never met them, himself. They shared the same ‘parent’ as Issimo, right? That’s what he’d overheard Miss Reploid say once.

That must mean they were a friend!!

But...how could he approach them without scaring them off?

Gospel wasn’t stupid. He knew he was big and heavy and had a lot of sharp points. That made lots of people wary of him, even when all he did was wag his tail. He didn’t want to scare off these new friends, so he’d have to be very, VERY careful.

Slowly, Gospel crept out from behind his leafy hideout, and started sneaking his way across the floor to the person sitting alone at the cafeteria table.

[[ using his arm as a curling iron would probs end up like that vid of the girl that accidentally burned her hair off with one lmao ]]

How such a being came into contact with a shard of the Allspark was beyond Optimus... but here he was, attempting to nonchalantly tail someone in vehicle mode, until they were away from a populated area. ... The less that knew of the Autobot’s presence here, the better. It’s a... strange world. Machines seemed commonplace, and yet, somehow, Prime had that feeling in his spark that his presence wouldn’t be taken kindly.

Once they were far enough away from prying eyes, the horn on the large, red truck honked twice, and it pulled out in front of the carrier of the shard (slowly, to make sure they had enough time to react so they avoided getting hurt).

And then, parts began shifting, sliding around, noises blared, and effectively transforming the truck from, well, a truck... to a massive robot.

Said robot slowly kneels down so he’s on a more even eye level with the other, and speaks, in a calm tone.

   “ Greetings. I... am Optimus Prime. ”

  Whatever had happened while Rock was helping Flash Man wasn’t totally clear to him yet; he was by no means an expert on the same stuff that the folks at the Chronos Institute were. All he knew was that he was hopelessly lost. His GPS systems were totally out of whack after the explosion, so he’d have to do this the old-fashioned way.