#warptastic

@warptastic

@warptastic​

Blurr paces, his new, half-finished shield abandoned at his side. He came to the Art Feste’s metalworking class to make something with which he could replace the pitiful wooden shield the Stars have seen fit to give him; the wisdom behind bolstering his defenses quickly became clear when he ran into another mech at the same craft fair.

And not just any mech-- this is a Decepticon. A real one, not just a suspicious Autobot scout like Arcee. A real Decepticon seeker, here, casually perusing the available arts and crafts as though he’s not a scheming, despicable murderer.

“You must have knocked your central processor out of alignment on your way here if you think I’d answer any question of yours!”

Blurr mostly believes the seeker when he says he’s new-- he certainly seems confused enough-- but it’s not Blurr’s job to fill him in on the details of Spirale unless the agent gets something better in return.

So far he was excelling at stopping and starting, puttering along a residential road at a quick pace while he mused on where to go. With the narrow streets a conventional car would have been useless and the trolleys could only go down the main roads. Pale King turned down a dirt road on a whim, slowing only when he saw an assortment of colorful flowers marking the start of a trail.

And, a Cybertronian standing at its start with a lost expression expression on (He was becoming deceptively good at discerning them from afar although they were hard to miss). Pale King pulled over, not to offer directions but to get a closer look at the bot, allowing his motorcycle to stall as Pale King looked up at him.

It’s not long before Prowl explores a bit further outside of the city limits, and ends up making his way to the volcanic isle a little ways north. It’s a lovely place, and he spends a fair amount of time just taking in the views from the ground before heading towards the mountain itself.

It isn’t very crowded, so the cable car to Orchid’s Peak is empty when he gets into it. This is convenient, because it’s definitely made for humans, and not many more of them would fit in here with him.

Someone else of similar height comes in shortly afterwards, and the cable car closes before he’s fully processed it. He stands, (barely, with the low ceiling), as the car begins moving, immediately on guard when he sees the Decepticon emblems on the intruder’s wing.