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Soup Time. A Year Later.
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Soup time.
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7 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
Sometimes... it is

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She was a little annoyed about Nightscream having shut the door on her and Turbulence, but the most she did in response was grunt at the closed door. She couldn't even hear Nightscream or Sklog through the wall, and waited semi-patiently for something, anything to happen.

She shouldn't have said anything.

Nightscream called them through the wireless, ordering them to come in. Sklog's chassis was giving out on him, and Nightscream had something horrible planned for the dinobot, or what was was still functional, anyway. She opened the door quickly and carefully, walking in to look at the suffering bot on the berth and then to Nightscream. "What's the plan?" She asked, more caring about Sklog remaining alive than what would happen to him in that process.
Also, using this sheet, I have completely characterized Cynthia and Marcus, and it really did help get everything about their characters (and more that I decided on) out and recorded somewhere, all nice and neat like.
@LoonyNO worries Loonster, just glad you see you still hopping around.
that would be seriously badass, putting Sklog's brain into a predacon body.
@VioletRoseHopefully Marcus can calm her down.

But I think that he may just make it worse before it gets better, lol.
With the quick removal of the rifle from her hands, Cynthia reached out to take it back before being stopped by a blade to her throat. The cool metal threatened to cut her strangely smooth skin, just waiting for that subtle movement to start drawing blood. A whistle his her ears loud and clear. Ravenia's counter signal made it clear that the whistle was to let Ravenia know of something. She didn't dare speak up again to The Mother. She didn't move as they sank into the shadow, the cold empty feeling washing over her briefly before they returned to the world of the light.

They were in front of the gate. She knew that much just by looking around. That Marcus, the gate guard, he was there. Some others were there too. A big guy, a smaller guy, both of which Cynthia believed to have a direct connection to Ravenia, and at least three gate guards with guns aimed at her.

She was another goddamned tick on his mark, reminding him further how he always somehow failed to do his job correctly.

Marcus let Ravenia fire off to her leisure, standing tall next to the gate guards at full attention before even muttering anything.

"My problem. I'll handle her." He said to her, stepping slowly and carefully over to the jacketed girl who was just now rising from the ground, her dark green jacket now a dirty brown from the red dust below them. He looked to Ravenia and bowed to her. "It will never happen again."

It was the most that he had spoken at one time in months. He wondered why she didn't instantly launch her finger at him and banish him for another blunder that only he could take the fall for. He needed her to know that he never made the same mistake twice, and while he did not give her the entirety of the information, he was sure that he was going to do something about that girl.

"I swear! I swear! I'm not here to kill anyone! I'm just a girl trying to make a living buying and selling shit. If you're going to expel me from the city forever, the please, just give me my rifle back and let me be on my way." Cynthia pleaded in the face of danger, still not taking any steps closer to or further away from Ravenia. That little tinge from Marcus' face told her that she wasn't going to get off that easy. Those little micro-expressions of his told her all she needed to know about what she would be in for.

And none of it seemed fun.
@VioletRoseGo ahead!
How the tables have turned, it seems.


"Shit." Marcus could easily recognize both of the flares that had went up into the air. The first one, the green, was for incoming friendlies, most likey Nic, if Marcus had to take a guess. The other one was Ravenia's personal flare. There was someone in the city. Someone had gotten past him and into the city with malicious intent. He needed to step up his game. It couldn't have been that kid. She didn't have a stealthy bone in her, but at the same time, Marcus could only narrow it down to her. He gritted his teeth and closed the gates as soon as their guest drove through, putting the gate on lockdown to ensure that nobody was going to be leaving now.

His metal arm began to shift and turn, Marcis letting out a groan as the fingers of the hand twisted into the shape of a gun barrel. His arm was raised high into the air, shooting out his own black flare to let Ravenia know the gate was sealed.



She had been focusing on how cool Ramera was when Ravenia had appeared from her shadow. Something registered in her mind that there was someone behind her, but she chose to ignore the feeling. Noboy would have silently made their way up the building without her knowing. However, people could come out from her shadow without her knowing. That was entirely possible.

Ravenia was not happy, CYnthia could deduce that much. She nearly hopped off of the building when she first heard her spoke, her rifle almost flying up in the air as she was startled. Quickly, she rolled onto her back and pulled out a knife. However, one look at Ravenia caused Cynthia to put the knife back underneath her coat. Her expression went from tense, to surprised, to completely lax all within the span of a few short seconds. She chuckled to herself in a nasally voice, obviously not her normal one. "Heh. Cool."

She didn't even fully process the fact that looking at one of the strongest warriors in PL through a sniper scope, while also being a person that technically didn't exist within said town was not a good image. It took her a second to realize the villainy of the situation. Slowly, she set her rifle to the side and raised her hands up into the air, still laying on her back and looking up at The Mother.

"Oh."

"Ooooooooh~."

"I'm totally not a killer, I swear. I just caught a ride about a week ago, been sellin' my stuff to your market, and have been looking at the cool warriors." She explained herself in her normal voice. Her hand slowly moved to flip the little piece of paper on her beaning, revealing her other eye. "See? Eyes tell the truth, I was just looking around."
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