Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Nov 9, 2016 22:48:06 GMT -5
(I recreated Dusk in Skyrim, and she literally steals every shiney thing thats not nailed to the floor, and murders tons of people when she gets bored. It is utterly hilarious)
"OOH! A purple shiney! I haven't seen one of you yet" said Dusk as she tore at the cassettes. She danced around hacking and humming all the while. She really didn't care
Spire put a round right through the center of another cassette. He twisted the hilt of his rifle and two blades on either side sprung out. Then he vanished into thin air.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 9, 2016 23:02:10 GMT -5
(literally steals every shiney thing thats not nailed to the floor, and murders tons of people when she gets bored) (Me when I first played x3)
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Nov 10, 2016 12:28:23 GMT -5
(I usually max out Pickpocket first on every playthrough, because you can get like 10 level ups before you leave Riverwood, and you can get some nice gear off of Delphine if you have the right perk at the beginning of the game. Pickpocket is highly underrated)
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Post by Tals on Nov 20, 2016 21:13:58 GMT -5
Soundwave gave a little snort like sound with the push of air through his vents. He literally stepped off the edge of the cliff, and his body twirled before he shot off through the air. He transformed, flying over head and soon joined the cassettes. Frenzy and Rumble laughed, Rumble avoiding Spire and Frenzy in mad attempts with his dancing as he avoided several Dusk attacks. Neither were terribly damaged, but they were dented in some places. It came to the point that Soundwave actually flicked a black item to the dusty ground and let an electric cage form over Dusk and shock the femme before the skinny mech moved off to the side. He did the same for Slug- and was about to take care of Hilt...
A large and silver gleaming Knight sword nearly cut off Soundwave's servo, the large item now stuck into the dust covered ground and the ground shuddering as a new frame landed without grace. In fact, it was hunched over for a long moment before he stood up. His battle mask was slid over the lower half of his faceplate, and aquamarine optics were narrowed. Standing upright, he stood at a bit of a taller height than that of the darker mech, whom immediately froze out of fear before he gave a nod of his helm. The vehicons and cassettes immediately fell back, retreating at a quick pace before the mech himself shot off through the air. Optimus's flame job were bright in the sunlight, and his battle mask slid back as he slowly walked forward to pluck up the large sword and sheathe it into its protective case at his hip.
"I apologize I am late my friends," his deep voice rumbled in greeting then
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 20, 2016 22:05:39 GMT -5
Slug bellowed in rage at being trapped, but fell silent at the new arrival. Optics narrow, he grumbled something. With difficulty, he broke free of his caging, huffing at the shock damage. At least they were relieved of battle when they were just then though.
Hilt had just transformed back into her canine form, and was about to charge the scum of opponents. There had been no need to transform, however. She checked her run, skidded to a stop and sort of fell/flopped forward, landing splayed out on her back as the Cons had retreat. Did it look funny? Yes. Still, that familiar voice caused the sudden pause. Quickly shuffling to sit up, the femme turned to look at Optimus. She leaned forward and squinted, as if trying to really see if it was really him. Hilt then tilted her helm upward, jaws clenched to release a loud, ghostly bay. Righting herself, she lurched forward into her walk, thick paws carrying her over in a few bound. Sitting in front of the mech, she said as her tail lashed "And so we are graced by your presence once more." Once again did she change back, crouched before standing up. Green optics took in his form for a moment before turning as Slug walked over, nodding his helm and greeting "Prime."
"Now that you scared off those buffoons, which I thank you for, how about you tell us what brings you back to Earth?" Hilt asked rather bluntly, getting to her point. No trace of the Prime, and then "poof", there he was. Not that Hilt was objecting in any way. The lot of them would've been captured if Optimus hadn't popped in. As much as she was happy to see the leader (even though her demonstration of that was through a neutral look), she was curious to find out what had caused his return.
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Post by Tals on Nov 22, 2016 22:20:51 GMT -5
"Nice to see you as well Hilt," he hummed to her as he turned his massive frame in her direction. His optics flicked to those that had gathered, arms crossing over his chasis for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to her. "I'm back here because I was informed of our creators," he answered as Jetfire and Jetstorm landed nearby. His vents let out a soft huff, space dust being flung onto the ground as he shifted on his pedes and kept a small glance to the surroundings.
"I have met Ultra Magnus and a few other Autobots that have remained stasis in outer space. They're heading for earth now to protect the oncoming storm," he begun to explain. "The Quintessons are whom created all Cybertronian beings. They are the ones that had once guided the 13 Primes before the golden age fell. However, they have been corrupted." His jaw tightened (if they could even do that), and his back straightened with a soft whir. "Theyre here to destroy any lifeforms, and any planet that isn't to Cybertronian standards. Which means any and all life forms will be destroyed. Their first target is Earth."
The Jettwins for once, let worry cross their faceplate. Their optics shifted from their leader to each other, and then to the other Autobots before they looked back at him. Optimus finally did a sweep over of the helms and he gave an annoyed huff. "Where's Bumblebee?" he voiced out, his optic ridges twitching with small irritation. He set the little Camero to be leader, and yet he wasn't here... Come to think of it, Optimus never sensed him anywhere near the current location.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 22, 2016 22:55:19 GMT -5
"I've got a clear schedule," Hilt said as Optimus informed them "Count me in for any help needed. Could use the entertainment of unneeded war on the Quintessons' part, idiots." If it wasn't humans starting war, it was the Cons. If not them, then some other lot that decided they were better than everyone. Managing the tiniest laugh, she added "I need something to do though. Helping save Earth sounds okay enough. It'll give me a reason to get annoyed with you all again and leave this heap of waste." Hilt sounded like it was nothing, but even she knew what the Autobot leader just explained was very serious. She was about to ask of any plans to peruse the new mission, but paused when the leader asked about Bumblebee. Shrugging, she said "I'm not sure. I just got back, and haven't been here since you were last."
Slug shifted his weight a little, saying with a shrug "I know where he might be. Little pain likes to move around a lot lately though, but it's worth a look?" From what Slug heard, Bee was basically ceasing association with a select list of bots. Still, he had yet to hear it from the young mech himself, so for all they knew Bee could've been on some mission or other. Slug looked over at Hilt as she said "I say we let him stay gone then. Who knows? He probably got himself killed by a toaster or something, having little to no strategy. Ever." She swatted at Slug, who whapped her over the helm and grumbled "A leader's a leader though, so he should be here. At let him explain himself." Hilt could only narrow her optics and look at Optimus again, waiting for his opinion. If what he said was true, the Bots there now should get to work on stopping the threat. Let Bumblebee come back on his own, and not waste time looking for his yellow behind. Slug turned his gaze to the leader, speaking "Your call, as usual."
The day was still going absolutely peachy, wasn't it? From fighting Cons, to nearly being captured, finding out that something else got in line to destroy Earth, and that the lieutenant of their group was playing hookie. Hilt shook her helm, muttering something as she occupied herself with toying with one of her gauntlets.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 22, 2016 23:12:00 GMT -5
(One of my goldfish just died ;_; I had to take it out of the tank and I pretty much cried over it ;~
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Post by Tals on Nov 27, 2016 21:27:28 GMT -5
my poor schmokey!! //hugs// ))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 27, 2016 22:17:18 GMT -5
(*hugs back* It's okay ;_; At least I still have lots of other Fredwards goldfish still alive :3 Seven fishies)
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Post by Tals on Nov 27, 2016 22:19:03 GMT -5
//keeps snuggled// oh good, I'm glad theres still a bunch of fredwards still alive! it makes me happy you kept that reference haha
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Post by Tals on Nov 27, 2016 22:36:38 GMT -5
For a long moment, Optimus listened to their words. He wondered why Bumblebee would move place to place, leaving some autobots behind here and there. His vents exhaled, and for a moment the old mech looked absolutely exhausted. Turning his optics over them, he shifted his weight on his pedes. "No. Bumblebee will come to us. I have yet to deliever a message on the Autobot frequency that I have arrived. We must become one again- to not only face Megatron and the dark energon, but the Quintessons. If we want to survive, and if we want what we can so far call home to survive, then this is our only option. They'll come round soon enough."
His optics dimmed, and he seemed to do something via processor. It wasn't long later that his bright optics alit once again and his helm tilted, voice ringing out in the familiar Cybertronian Language that would seem like music to any cybertronian's audio receivers.
Autobots- on Planet Earth, and those near it but confined in the terms of Outer Space- this is your leader Optimus Prime. I have arrived back on Planet Earth once again; My location is currently disclosed. However, my reason if for the greater good of not only our current homeland, but of the inhabitants of this planet. Our Creators, the Quintessons, have revealed themselves to me on my journey amongst the stars. However, it wasn't a pleasant greeting as I had hoped. They were nothing like the Original 13 Primes have claimed them to be. Whether it be years of living, or it be the influence of Dark Energon, or perhaps the Decepticons- I do not know- have turned them to the darker side of intentions. They over saw our battle on Cybertron, and have declared that even if Cybertron may even be dead, they have expanded outwards to destroy any organic life forms in order to ensure the survival of the Cybertronian Race.
Their first Location is Earth. As though I would like for you to receive where I am located, all I can do is pray to the Allspark that you may find my, and my comrade's locations safely for a rendezvous for the next plan. For those that aren't with Ultra Magnus and Hot Rod in outer space, I pray that you all may arrive here safely to ensure that this current homeworld may not be destroyed and in fact saved as we work on the beginning plans of trying to revive Cybertron.
May Primus watch over you all.
His fins twitched on his helm, and his optics turned over those gathered. "Please lead back to this current base. Here, we will discuss our beginning plans and motions."
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Nov 27, 2016 23:49:39 GMT -5
(I'm still alive! I feel like dancing! I'll post in the morning)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 2, 2016 23:42:16 GMT -5
(Here's a reply, but sorry for shortness. There isn't much for them to do just yet x3)
Hilt was the one leading the way back, looking around once they arrived back at the base. Her frame expelled some dust as she huffed, grumbling as she looked around "It's old, but it'll do." Once she did her usual look around, she turned back to the Optimus, and asked "So, any idea on what to do first?" Slug suggested that they go back and attack the famed creators, but the femme only snorted laughter, deciding "They'd probably smite us or something. Maybe we just do some observing? Somewhere? Something?" She hadn't the slightest idea though, having not concerned herself with even knowing of such forces before.
"A more solid beginning could be formed if our group wasn't made of backwash stragglers on a soon-to-die planet," Slug grumbled "It's astonishing how we're getting into yet another situation that'll nearly get us killed." Even more so how many, even if a small number, of them were alive that day. Releasing a soft rumble of a breath, Hilt sighed "Let's just hope we aren't the only ones left. Some others are like annoying human rashes. They never go away." Popped back up like it was their job.
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