ForsytheSodalite removed herself from Amber and continued to smile. Their group, if it could be called that, was back together! All they were missing was Reggie, who Sodalite wasn't sure where he was at the moment. In any case, the blue gem looked to Evenkite and glanced at Amber, subtly motioning her to move closer to Amber. When simple gestures didn't seem to be enough, Sodalite wordlessly started to push Evenkite forward to Amber, hoping for the two to let bygones be bygones and at least start on the road to recovery.
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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Blackarachnia watched Sklog fall down and recover. The lenses on her helmet kept her widened eyes from being seen by either of the bots. Her head spun almost completely around, her body following suit in the same direction for her to touch down on the ground.
Prism stared at the decepticon with the intent to shoot. Her other thigh panel opened and dispensed her second shotgun into the air for her to catch. "I swear, you keep moving and you will be shot." There was no hesitation in her voice. She had delivered her second warning to the strange 'Con, and yet she refused to stop moving forward.
"Such a poor creature~" She cooed and beckoned to Sklog. "Living a simple life. Taking orders and following them without enough brain power to question things." She eventually stopped when the barrels of Prism's twin shotguns kept her from moving forward. She hated her body. She hated feeling the cold metal of her own body and she loathed feeling the cold metal of the planet she was confined to. It was all so cold, so lifeless to her organic parts. Her head turned to Prism, a twisted and vile smirk forming from the edge of her lips. "I will end his misery."
"Ah...Prism? Before Nightscream finds out; why in Primus' name are you guys on Sub Level Twenty...?" Prism's HUD displayed the waves of sound that were being broadcasted to her ears. She could recognize Turbulence's voice, as well as the fact that his IFF information popped up on her display as well.
"Not now, Turbulence, we have a little..." Prism's voice faded. She could feel Blackarchnia's eyes burning into her as she moved closer to Sklog. "We're fine. Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"
Prism stared at the decepticon with the intent to shoot. Her other thigh panel opened and dispensed her second shotgun into the air for her to catch. "I swear, you keep moving and you will be shot." There was no hesitation in her voice. She had delivered her second warning to the strange 'Con, and yet she refused to stop moving forward.
"Such a poor creature~" She cooed and beckoned to Sklog. "Living a simple life. Taking orders and following them without enough brain power to question things." She eventually stopped when the barrels of Prism's twin shotguns kept her from moving forward. She hated her body. She hated feeling the cold metal of her own body and she loathed feeling the cold metal of the planet she was confined to. It was all so cold, so lifeless to her organic parts. Her head turned to Prism, a twisted and vile smirk forming from the edge of her lips. "I will end his misery."
"Ah...Prism? Before Nightscream finds out; why in Primus' name are you guys on Sub Level Twenty...?" Prism's HUD displayed the waves of sound that were being broadcasted to her ears. She could recognize Turbulence's voice, as well as the fact that his IFF information popped up on her display as well.
"Not now, Turbulence, we have a little..." Prism's voice faded. She could feel Blackarchnia's eyes burning into her as she moved closer to Sklog. "We're fine. Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"
Well, about half of the total is here, which makes me wonder where everyone else is?
alright, roll call.
One of the panels in Prism's thigh unlocked itself and slid open, revealing a small shotgun that she had hidden away for close quarters fights. Her hand wrapped around the handle of the gun to pull it out. The gun itself unfolded and expanded upon being taken out of it's hiding place.
"More guests, I'm so happy. I've been.... H̩̐͜ṳ̤̏̔́n̗̔̒͗g̗̭̗͇̝͚͌̈ͫͦͧͮr̳͓̟̭͂ͩͤ͗͗y̹͈͆ͭ̾̽.͕͉͠"
The voice was sickeningly sweet to Prism's ears. It rang throughout the room from an unknown point of origin, which forced the Bot to take defensive stance and pull down her EOD mask. Her free hand stretched up to hold the other end of her shotgun.
In the distance, Prism could see a faint light nearing them. As it moved closer, Prism could see that it wasn't large at all, smaller than the palm of her hand. The image projected by the light was a small red hourglass. Even she knew that whoever was speaking to them was the source of the image. The shotgun was aimed at the hourglass, Prism's finger ready to pull down on the trigger. "Don't move another inch or I shoot."
"Ooo̸̗͖̗̙̞ͫͮͥoͫ͑̅̑̈ͩͩ͡h͌̂̎~̖͉̩̤̅ͥͬ̃̽̒̆͡" The voice cooed. "I hope you're as f̦̯̈́͂͠u͚̘̭̯̖͌͌n̈͏̞͍̲̟ as Kickback was." Above the hourglass, two sets of glowing red eyes opened and locked onto Prism. What seemed to be a string of electricity shot up from above the sets of eyes and disappeared into the ceiling. what functional lights were left had been activated, making the room just a few shades lighter than it was before. The remaining lights were on their last limbs, and would not last long at all.
Prism did what she could to illuminate the room more, pushing more power into her lights so she could see their assailant. What she saw forced Prism to take a step back.
She was upside down, she noted first. Her face was covered by a helmet, made of scraps from cybertronian parts. It seemed to look fine enough, but Prism could spot all of the inconsistencies from where parts were pull off of one bot and merged with her. Her mouth, the only thing left uncovered by her helmet, was stained with the liquids that covered the floor. Her body was a techno-organic mess, spots of fleshy areas and wires in the shape of muscles in the uncovered areas in which her own armor was damaged. Multiple extra arms hung from her back, seemingly holding scraps of yet another cybertronian, possibly more of Kickback's remains.
Her eyes narrowed at Prism. "Another W̵̴̸̼̞̭̙̻͗ͫa͖͈̗̩̥͔̯͋ṙ̇͒ͩͧ̎҉͏̶̥̟͕̦̳̬̠̠ ͉̱̦̠̔͗ͦͫ́͞ͅB̹͓͎̟͚͐͑̔̑ͦ́̽̄ͦ̕o̴͖͇̟̹̿̓̄̿͟ṫ̗͖͙̜̱͓͆̀̏ͨͪ̿̉ͦ̀.̵̯͈̮͍͎̬̬̆̏̍̀ͅ Those pre-war bots have better, tastier sparks." She sighed. "I am Blackarachnia, and I'd love to have you for Dinner."
"More guests, I'm so happy. I've been.... H̩̐͜ṳ̤̏̔́n̗̔̒͗g̗̭̗͇̝͚͌̈ͫͦͧͮr̳͓̟̭͂ͩͤ͗͗y̹͈͆ͭ̾̽.͕͉͠"
The voice was sickeningly sweet to Prism's ears. It rang throughout the room from an unknown point of origin, which forced the Bot to take defensive stance and pull down her EOD mask. Her free hand stretched up to hold the other end of her shotgun.
In the distance, Prism could see a faint light nearing them. As it moved closer, Prism could see that it wasn't large at all, smaller than the palm of her hand. The image projected by the light was a small red hourglass. Even she knew that whoever was speaking to them was the source of the image. The shotgun was aimed at the hourglass, Prism's finger ready to pull down on the trigger. "Don't move another inch or I shoot."
"Ooo̸̗͖̗̙̞ͫͮͥoͫ͑̅̑̈ͩͩ͡h͌̂̎~̖͉̩̤̅ͥͬ̃̽̒̆͡" The voice cooed. "I hope you're as f̦̯̈́͂͠u͚̘̭̯̖͌͌n̈͏̞͍̲̟ as Kickback was." Above the hourglass, two sets of glowing red eyes opened and locked onto Prism. What seemed to be a string of electricity shot up from above the sets of eyes and disappeared into the ceiling. what functional lights were left had been activated, making the room just a few shades lighter than it was before. The remaining lights were on their last limbs, and would not last long at all.
Prism did what she could to illuminate the room more, pushing more power into her lights so she could see their assailant. What she saw forced Prism to take a step back.
She was upside down, she noted first. Her face was covered by a helmet, made of scraps from cybertronian parts. It seemed to look fine enough, but Prism could spot all of the inconsistencies from where parts were pull off of one bot and merged with her. Her mouth, the only thing left uncovered by her helmet, was stained with the liquids that covered the floor. Her body was a techno-organic mess, spots of fleshy areas and wires in the shape of muscles in the uncovered areas in which her own armor was damaged. Multiple extra arms hung from her back, seemingly holding scraps of yet another cybertronian, possibly more of Kickback's remains.
Her eyes narrowed at Prism. "Another W̵̴̸̼̞̭̙̻͗ͫa͖͈̗̩̥͔̯͋ṙ̇͒ͩͧ̎҉͏̶̥̟͕̦̳̬̠̠ ͉̱̦̠̔͗ͦͫ́͞ͅB̹͓͎̟͚͐͑̔̑ͦ́̽̄ͦ̕o̴͖͇̟̹̿̓̄̿͟ṫ̗͖͙̜̱͓͆̀̏ͨͪ̿̉ͦ̀.̵̯͈̮͍͎̬̬̆̏̍̀ͅ Those pre-war bots have better, tastier sparks." She sighed. "I am Blackarachnia, and I'd love to have you for Dinner."
"Miss mouth?" Burgundy echoed angrily. She had half a mind to use her semblance and vibrate the air right next to his ears at a drum-shattering pace. Tawne didn't know how much she struggled to stay on top of everything. She already had her weapon with her, so there was no use for her to pull her scroll out and call her locker. Her weapon was just a sword, but it was how she used it that made her a tough opponent.
Then it was with the innuendos and jokes. She should have known that it was just a matter of time before Tawne started making his special batch of jokes, but it was already too late for her to do anything. Burgundy looked to Echo and sighed.
"I'm thankful that Albus isn't too impressionable. Tawne would have a little mini-Tawne if he was, and I'm not sure even you would be able to handle all of that."
Then it was with the innuendos and jokes. She should have known that it was just a matter of time before Tawne started making his special batch of jokes, but it was already too late for her to do anything. Burgundy looked to Echo and sighed.
"I'm thankful that Albus isn't too impressionable. Tawne would have a little mini-Tawne if he was, and I'm not sure even you would be able to handle all of that."
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