lightstrikesfromabove

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Light nodded softly as she wrote down everything Morningstar said about the planet. Watching the figure loaf on the ground was quite a interesting concept and Light worked a quick sketch of that. But returned back to the planet. "What was this..."Crystal City" like? Was it anything worthy of being noted or was it a blurr on the road?" Light questioned and tilted her head. Might as well start at a city the other had experienced maybe it could fill in some of the questions she had brewing in her mind.

"And I didn't manage to catch your name? I'm Light, nothing really unique as from what I heard about names but it's something." She replied. Her wings twitching slightly as she adjusted again from the nth time. But she managed like always. Her optics narrowing slightly as she truly took in the others form, adjusting to what darkness there was. And did another sketch of the bot laying down resting.

"I tend to leave them alone, I have heard that it can cause them to lose their wildness and depend on us." She replied and watched them still. The newcomer was unique. Doll like but at the same time Eldritch that the humans could call it. "This land is all I remember from when I was a sparkling. Hidden from the others for the most time. I never knew my origins would be somewhere...vast and uncharted." Light sighed openly and stretched. Popping her struts and lines out as she resets herself to continue her work.

"However, you have intrigued me on it. Do you remember anything else about this... Cybertron? Important or not it is work archiving for future generations if there are any." She replied and opened a new page in order to start writing anything she could get her servos on. Her attention was solely focused on documents and testaments for everything.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Onyxstorm lunged practically at that, her predator side kicking into full gear as Brainstorm decided to run. Which was upsetting as she really didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially someone who didn't hurt her. Yet. Her body crashed on to the floor just behind him, causing a minor hiss of pain as she scrambled up to begin the hunt.

Her other side screaming at the issue at hand, attempting to get her feral side reeled in and stopped was absolutely not working at all and the fact that the bot decided to run only forced her to be shoved into the background and watch the chaos unfold. If they could wear her down enough then it would be manageable, as a tired feral side was a more complicate side.

A pair of bright white optics stared down at him, the pupils narrowing into slits as the thing studied him consistently. However, it wasn't going to make the first move unless he did himself, the room was chilling cold as the staring contest was on. Before the thing spoke. "𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳." It rasped out, sounding heavily distorted and glitchy. Anyone could tell the being in the void was not Cybertronian by any means and if it was, it was not present.

"𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳." It rasps out again before a long black metal mechanical arm reached down and stroked against Brainstorm face, mapping his face out almost like it was attempting to figure out who he was, and what it should do with him. The arm slunk back into the shadows with a hydraulic hiss as the optics continued to watch for his reaction. A predator watching it's prey, one wrong move and it would be lights out for either of them.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Onyx watched from the vent hearing the door open and close however she simply stayed still gathering information was her special idea and she definitely has a front seat. Cracking her jaw open a little to catch airflow to gain more information about the mystery man. Working on piecing new things together. When it did move into view, to investigate. She decided to head back to the cockpit and drop down, sniffing about and attempting to make sense of it all.

However in her nature she began to press things, and whacking the control sticks causing the ship to lurch much to her self dismay as she scrambled to grab something to stabilize herself as the ship rocked. Realizing a long with the fact the bot is definitely going to be back to check on what the hell happened. So she lunged back for the vent clicking down and a lot of buttons in the process

There was not much to watch. He sat there on the floor, looking very quiet and sad, though you couldn't exactly see that, because even know, his cloaking capacity was at 20%, leaving him a dull, weird smudge of dark purples and greens. Still, he did look weirdly small and morose.

He sat there, thinking about the major problem he currently had on his hands: he was meant to meet Decepticon high command soon, and he didn't know the first thing about communication. Should he just drop off the schematics, leave it to some other scientist, and leave?

No, no... He needed to see this to the end. It was just talking. Talking was just communicating your ideas, wants, and needs. So long as he could clearly say what he wanted, needed, and was willing to do, did it matter if he was off-putting? Of course not!

So. It was fine.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

OOC post

Imma be deadass serious here IDC if I hurt people's feelings.

I can be silly, I can be goofy, if you follow me you can clearly see my shenanigans. However. Snapping at me for sliding in your dms with a goofy thing and then a "hello" is a bitch move. Just fucking say "Not in the mood" and leave it at that. I'll fucking understand, shit I'll even hear you vent. But to scream over text at me for being a silly person is a low ass move.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Onyx tilted her head, before she decided to scramble with the thing, clicking her tongue a little before slipping back into the vents and going to a different location. Before opening her mouth and beginning to mimic a voice. "H-Hello? I'm stuck please...please someone come help!" She played out followed by some distressed creaking of joints. Onyx soon cuts the vocals and simply watched from the vents seeing if the mysterious bot would come investigate. Maybe then she could go back and catch any details they left behind.

Her optics stayed low as she observed the doorway, noticing nothing more than the mindless drones wandering about and doing menial tasks. That could be another way to start messing with the blurr. Dropping a few carcasses around to gain a reaction to see if fear or dread would start to ooze from their vents. Or were they a fighter, trying everything they had to cause havoc

It has occurred to him, unfortunately rather late, that he did not actually make sure his voice box was in working order and not in power saving mode.

Vagabond sits quietly, staring blankly at the floor as one purple eye, and one yellow, clearly cannibalized from some other bot, but we won't point that out, flicker as he runs internal diagnostics. It is only belatedly occurring to him that perhaps, he should have run diagnostics before setting out on his great search across the galaxy to hunt down the core of the Decepticon cause, and...

Ah. He is a mess. And his voice box is outright turned off, likely in an effort to prevent himself from making any involuntary sounds while in hiding. He's always been rather efficient like that, he thinks, with just a bit too much pride, and not nearly enough self-awareness. Very efficient.

The voice box is keyed back up to life, and he coughs audibly, a wheezing sound that sounded a bit disturbing and squeaky, even to him.

"Aaahhh," he says, and there was a disturbing fizzy sound he didn't particularly like. A series of beeps in a very ancient proto-language escape his mouth, sounding a lot better than whatever that 'ahhh' was, and he briefly considers if that's good enough.

Probably not.

That is probably not good enough, and he wonders if there's a mirror available somewhere for him to practice conversation. Well, does he even need a mirror? He can just look through his drones and talk to his drones. Who don't talk back. Typically. Generally.

He did not anticipate how immensely difficult returning from the... front? No, not the front... His scientific hermitage?? Ah! Yes, that sounds much better. In any case, he did not anticipate how many variables he would have to account for.

Upsetting.

Deeply, deeply upsetting.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

send me one

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

how long have you had that?

i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.

would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.

why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?

you didn't have to take that hit for me.

what are you hiding from me?

it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.

how long were you going to hide this from me?

at least let me look at it.

there. it looks much better.

this will help with the pain.

i'm forever in your debt.

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

is that your blood?

i've patched up nastier wounds than this.

stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

this is bad. this is really bad.

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.

we need to get you to a hospital.

how does it look? be honest.

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

it doesn't hurt that bad.

give me your hand. let me look at it.

who taught you how to patch a wound like that?

it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.

would you just let me help you? please?

you saved my life.

let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

see? that wasn't so bad after all.

i've seen worse.

take two of these and drink some water.

ow! that really hurt!

i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.

you're gonna have to take your shirt off.

well... it could have been worse.

it looks worse than it really is, i swear.

roll up your sleeve a little, will you?

does that feel all right?

i didn't even realize i was bleeding.

you could have been killed out there!

give me a second to patch this up.

don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.

i'm not giving up on you just yet.

you still need some time to heal.

i'm right here. i won't leave your side.

thank you for taking care of me.

if you can still hear me, help is on the way!

just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.

how long have i been out?

let me check for a fever.

did you patch this up?

i've had worse injuries than this.

where did you learn to do that?

take some deep breaths for me.

look at me. you're going to be fine.

hold still! stop moving around so much!

i'll take care of you.

what the hell were you thinking?

where does it hurt?

i'm so used to doing this myself.

lift up your shirt a little so i can see.

lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.

looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.

will you stay with me while i sleep?

no one's ever helped me like that before.

i would have died had it not been for you.

don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.

we have to be quick about this.

this could get bad.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Ooc post but have buppy

[lightstrikesfromabove]

"I tend to leave them alone, I have heard that it can cause them to lose their wildness and depend on us." She replied and watched them still. The newcomer was unique. Doll like but at the same time Eldritch that the humans could call it. "This land is all I remember from when I was a sparkling. Hidden from the others for the most time. I never knew my origins would be somewhere...vast and uncharted." Light sighed openly and stretched. Popping her struts and lines out as she resets herself to continue her work.

"However, you have intrigued me on it. Do you remember anything else about this... Cybertron? Important or not it is work archiving for future generations if there are any." She replied and opened a new page in order to start writing anything she could get her servos on. Her attention was solely focused on documents and testaments for everything.

"I prefer it that way, as much as one dismays." She replied and looked at the entity. "However, I must admit that you are new around here." She stated and watched the other carefully, still lounging against a tree as she went back to writing notes. Starting a separate entry about the entity that she was conversing with.

Light shifted slightly as her vents opened a touch to keep herself cool, fans humming softly in the breeze. "The wildlife keeps me company when I'm out documenting the day, and the stars at night."

[lightstrikesfromabove]

*bites your servos.*

>:3

Light pauses fully, staring at the smaller bot before she picks him up fully and gently bites his servos. A hand for a hand.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

"I'm just a ally! A curious youngster!" Light yipped and put her hands out showing that she wasn't a danger. She's never seen a bot of this caliber before, especially with their grumpiness. Her optics darting around the observe him. Noting the thick plumage of smoke billowing from his helm.

"I would prefer not to be incinerated for just being curious. I'm not used to seeing..others" She continued on, attempting to appease his tone, noting she probably woke him up or something.

Do you mind kneeling for me? You're a bit tall and I can't reach

The towering beast of a mech stares from where he stood, helm barely tilted down enough to see who was before him. He huffs, a plume of smoke gushing from the vents on his helm. This only accentuated the rumbling growl growing from his vocals. "Who... are you?"

Grimlock's visor shifts, like it's squinting, glaring down at them. His tone was gruff, heavy, laced with a margin of annoyance. "State your business, or be burned alive."

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Onyx soon latched on to the noise and began to track. Her body contorting on occasion to squeeze through areas. Before pausing and taking a whiff of Ozone. Before peeking out of the vent slightly to observe the one speaking. Flattening her body out to minimize the chance of constricted movement of air, she didn't want to be found out just yet.

Her optics dimmed to the maximum, borderline offline as she watched the other speak, curious on how the interacted with themselves. Course her focus was more or less on who they were. There wasn't anything scent wise that helped define them. Could they be a fellow Sparkeater like herself? Did they just recently turn or were they one living for eons long ago. So many questions but she stuck to observing she did not wish to go into a fight with a unknown, that's how she'd get offlined.

It has occurred to him, unfortunately rather late, that he did not actually make sure his voice box was in working order and not in power saving mode.

Vagabond sits quietly, staring blankly at the floor as one purple eye, and one yellow, clearly cannibalized from some other bot, but we won't point that out, flicker as he runs internal diagnostics. It is only belatedly occurring to him that perhaps, he should have run diagnostics before setting out on his great search across the galaxy to hunt down the core of the Decepticon cause, and...

Ah. He is a mess. And his voice box is outright turned off, likely in an effort to prevent himself from making any involuntary sounds while in hiding. He's always been rather efficient like that, he thinks, with just a bit too much pride, and not nearly enough self-awareness. Very efficient.

The voice box is keyed back up to life, and he coughs audibly, a wheezing sound that sounded a bit disturbing and squeaky, even to him.

"Aaahhh," he says, and there was a disturbing fizzy sound he didn't particularly like. A series of beeps in a very ancient proto-language escape his mouth, sounding a lot better than whatever that 'ahhh' was, and he briefly considers if that's good enough.

Probably not.

That is probably not good enough, and he wonders if there's a mirror available somewhere for him to practice conversation. Well, does he even need a mirror? He can just look through his drones and talk to his drones. Who don't talk back. Typically. Generally.

He did not anticipate how immensely difficult returning from the... front? No, not the front... His scientific hermitage?? Ah! Yes, that sounds much better. In any case, he did not anticipate how many variables he would have to account for.

Upsetting.

Deeply, deeply upsetting.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

Onyxstorm paused on her hunting through the ship, hearing the coughing and then the "Aahhhhh" echo across the vents. Causing her to become intrigued by this noise and go investigate it. Her movements stayed silent as she crawled through the depths of the vents. Her sensors going wide as she was attempting to pin point where the slagger was so she could at least watch. If anything it would be quite a interesting hunt if she wished to make it one.

She paused, listening in a corridor of vents again hoping for another noise she could track, and narrow down where the mystery bot was hiding at. And get out of the dusty vents. It smelled like burnt circuits in here.

It has occurred to him, unfortunately rather late, that he did not actually make sure his voice box was in working order and not in power saving mode.

Vagabond sits quietly, staring blankly at the floor as one purple eye, and one yellow, clearly cannibalized from some other bot, but we won't point that out, flicker as he runs internal diagnostics. It is only belatedly occurring to him that perhaps, he should have run diagnostics before setting out on his great search across the galaxy to hunt down the core of the Decepticon cause, and...

Ah. He is a mess. And his voice box is outright turned off, likely in an effort to prevent himself from making any involuntary sounds while in hiding. He's always been rather efficient like that, he thinks, with just a bit too much pride, and not nearly enough self-awareness. Very efficient.

The voice box is keyed back up to life, and he coughs audibly, a wheezing sound that sounded a bit disturbing and squeaky, even to him.

"Aaahhh," he says, and there was a disturbing fizzy sound he didn't particularly like. A series of beeps in a very ancient proto-language escape his mouth, sounding a lot better than whatever that 'ahhh' was, and he briefly considers if that's good enough.

Probably not.

That is probably not good enough, and he wonders if there's a mirror available somewhere for him to practice conversation. Well, does he even need a mirror? He can just look through his drones and talk to his drones. Who don't talk back. Typically. Generally.

He did not anticipate how immensely difficult returning from the... front? No, not the front... His scientific hermitage?? Ah! Yes, that sounds much better. In any case, he did not anticipate how many variables he would have to account for.

Upsetting.

Deeply, deeply upsetting.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

"Cybertron? Is that a new planet earth hasn't discovered yet? I haven't been catching up on Astrology as I should have been" She replied with confusion. Cybertron... it sounded fake, as if it was some fantasy name and or place that was a overpriced theme park. The femme glanced towards the entity blinking a few times as her optics adjusted towards the darkness. Noticing that they weren't quite bot nor were they natural.

"It seems that the fauna seems to be used to you also...most times they flee from us. Having them trust us is quite a feat in itself" She explained. Motioning out towards the songbirds that weren't slightly phased by the two. Merrily going about their business as if they were nothing more but a passing breeze.

"I prefer it that way, as much as one dismays." She replied and looked at the entity. "However, I must admit that you are new around here." She stated and watched the other carefully, still lounging against a tree as she went back to writing notes. Starting a separate entry about the entity that she was conversing with.

Light shifted slightly as her vents opened a touch to keep herself cool, fans humming softly in the breeze. "The wildlife keeps me company when I'm out documenting the day, and the stars at night."

[lightstrikesfromabove]

"You know it's slagging hot when even the shade doesn't help relieve your tempatures.." Light muttered and lays in the darkest shade she could find

[lightstrikesfromabove]

*Grabs you again*

“EEK! WHYYYYY!!”

[lightstrikesfromabove]

"Stop struggling you mosquito.

*Grabs you again*

“EEK! WHYYYYY!!”

[lightstrikesfromabove]

"You're built like a Lego. I can't resist"

*Grabs you again*

“EEK! WHYYYYY!!”