#throwing meme

(”21. A pair of handcuffs, because my muse is arresting yours.” There is no way this doesn’t end in a weird way XD)

(Legit “30. A videogame, because my muse is bored and wants yours to play with them.”)

Returning to Caminus was supposed to be a happy occasion - she could say she was home, survived the almost end of the world, survived Cybertron, survived merging with a titan, but as days went on, it felt less and less like the home she'd left.

She had never exactly been the most popular figure on Caminus - when she'd first gained her position as Chief Cityspeaker, many didn't think she'd be able to do it, considering her history, however as time went along she slowly begun to be accepted, and she'd settled into her new routine, and new position.

All of that had been completely thrown away when she'd left for Cybertron. She was well aware that many didn't approve of her decision, but she couldn't abandon a titan.

Reports back to Caminus were slow, progress was slow, and everything had taken so much time that Windblade wasn't surprised that the people of Caminus had come to resent her.

She realised just how much they had come to do so when she'd been walking through the streets, looking for an old bar she used to frequent. She heard yelling, but thought nothing of it and continued on her way.The yelling didn't seem to stop, however, and as much as Windblade tried to ignore it, she eventually only did turn to face the commotion when she heard something being.. ripped from the wall?

A larger mech had torn a lunch chunk of metal from one of the towers of the city and had thrown it at her. Windblade could only stare as it came hurtling towards her, throwing her back against a wall. Loose parts came tumbling onto her frame as she shoved the chunk of metal off of her, just in time to dodge another.

She heard yells of not just that mech, but of others, yelling about Cybertron, yelling about what she'd promised. She stood paralyzed, wishing that she had Chromia by her side.

She hardly saw the smaller dragon flying through the air at her, but the second did notice (from the confused screeching) she turned, her optics widening slightly before she reached outwards to catch her gently in her servos.

They'd encountered no resistance on Cybertron, the two of them coming and going about the planet freely as they required, however Starscream apparently wasn't the only one who had opposition against him.

It came as a surprise to them both, Chromia and Windblade had been on a short walk from Metroplex's brain module chamber to Starscream's office when they were attacked.

Quick reflexes as always, Chromia managed to hold them off until Windblade finally got her wits about her, and unsheathed her sword, joining her bodyguard in holding off the mecha around them.

So caught up in trying to defend herself she was only brought out of her focus when she heard Chromia give a rather loud cry.

"Chromia--!"

Windblade turned, her optics widenening as she watched her guard hurtle towards her, instantly retracting her own blade as blue metal met red, the two of them tumbling and falling on the ground. Windblade groaned, ending up below Chromia, the other femme already recovering and kneeling over Windblade.

Had the situation been any different, she may have been flustered by the close contact, but all Windblade could do was lean up and whisper into Chromia's audial.

To have a dark, spider-like femme being thrown at her freaked Windblade out to say the least. She let out an undignified yelp, jumping out of the way, her fanblades whirring to life to speed up her escape as she shot to the side, all but hiding behind a convenient wall (who said memes had to make sense).

She peeked out just in time to hear a crash, wincing slightly.

That looked.. sort of.. painful.

Heaving a small sigh, she hopped out from her hiding place, pausing at the sight of the other femme with a small frown. She opened her mouth to say something, before Airachnid looked upwards, and Windblade reeled back ever so slightly, not so much out of fear, but rather out of surprise.

She had pretty optics..

She squeaked as the other hurled towards her, trying to jump out of the way, but only succeeding in clipping Getaway as she attempted to scoot to the side.

Her fanblades whirred to life as she tried to stay up, but she only ended up falling over with Getaway, the two of them stuck in an awkward, tangled mess on the floor.

She groaned, squirming slightly to ensure everything was still working, before she sighed.

She's just going to yelp and duck under the other, cringing slightly at the sound of her crashing against the floor behind her.

Turning slowly, she approached, leaning over and extending a servo.