#prowlsanalysis

[autobot-scout-riella]

Just for that, maybe it’s time to start teaching Kyan how swords work. Blunted weapons, of course.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@prowls-analysis

Armed with several polishing cloths, Tarn cleaned every surface and crevice of the crate holding one of his most prized cultural artifacts. Once it gleamed akin to his plating, he put the cloths aside, and took a moment to rest his hands upon its edges. He studied the line and make of the crate, gaze simmering in admiration for what it housed within.

“One day,” he whispered, “you will return to where you belong. Of this I swear upon my honour as the Empire’s justice.” Bowing forward, he offlined his optics, and placed upon the crate a kiss.

“Before then, there is someone I would like you to meet.”

He sent a ‘Ping’ to Mandaic, and waited for a response.

[alacritysparked]

"Widely rumored to have an indestructible Spark. Documented to have not only survived multiple injuries that would have been lethal, but recovered quickly enough to return to battle. Political wild card."

“It’s not the best reputation to have, but certainly not the worst. Let’s not test that ‘Indestructible Spark’ theory, we both know it’s not true. We really know it’s not true.”

[wily-red-and-galeforce-gold]

prowls-analysis replied to your post: defectiicon: Well, it’s not really a box so much...

A prank of Sideswipes. A bedlam of Sideswipes.

Sides: *snerks* “A chaos of Sideswipes.”

“A confusion of Sideswipes?”

“Wait that one was taken. Uuuum. A Madhouse of Sideswipes?”

Sunny: “Actual hell.”

[miniconbadaxe]

prowls-analysis replied to your post:  alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon: miniconbadaxe: ...

*Goes looking for camera to catch the ultra-cute Minicon with his guard down.*

*very belatedly looks behind himself to see if Tricerashot, Windstrike or Sawtooth is around - if they’re not paying attention, he’ll protect them* 

[talentandlooks]

*Leaves deformed Predacon hatchling in a box lined with Insecticon hide outside Hotshot's door. The wheepling little thing isn't much longer than Hotshot's hand and can't be more than a few days old. The note in the box says,* "Name is Spitfire. Mother bit hr I can't afford 2 fix. I no u like babys. Maybe she will di anyway but you can try." There is nothing in the box to identify the bot who left the tiny beast. (Okay, yeah, I'm evil and up way too late at night.)

@prowls-analysis

There was a loud thump at Hotshot’s door, enough that he was able to lift himself from the ground and dry up his sobs.. at least for the moment. Venting slowly and carefully, he heads to the front door and immediately crouches down beside the box with optics wide. “Oh--Oh sweetspark!” The breeder exclaims before he picks up the small thing and carries her into his shop. “Sweet little Spitfire.. It’ll be okay... I--I’ll get you all fixed up..”

[burnished-archived]

Averting Dilemmas

@prowls-analysis

The arenas had been completely torn down from the inside out, slaves being taken into custody on Prime's order. The voices of an uprising completely vanished. The twins were pulled from their cells, kicking and screaming. Quickly sedated and silenced. They'd wake in a cell, but it wasn't their own. It was clean and bright, they could see other mecha resting in cells across from theirs.. and their frames did not have the Kaonite slum filth that plagued them since Sparklinghood.

Rehabilitation started roughly. Stripped of their weapons, what little possessions they had, and their unnaturally thick gladiator plating.. they had nothing else but each other. And they feared they were being stripped for parts. At least until they were fitted for new plating, thinner and less durable.. but still protective.

They didn't understand Iaconian, at least not until they were sedated once more. Programs and coding obviously tweaked rolled through their HUDs and they could understand now, and it granted them access to far more creative measures to resist these new Handlers. Although it didn't stop them from promptly snapping at mecha as they stepped by, or rush at guards as they attempted to restrain one brother but not the other at the same time, or even try to break free of their irons and rails when given the opportunity. But they did not willingly communicate with anyone else, they didn't feel the need to.. they simply existed to fight and kill as directed.

So when the day came they were brought into a rather plain room ad secured against the wall with restraints they knew they couldn't break themselves out of.. let alone move much in.. perhaps they were going to be used as bait to train another mech and they sort of hoped it might be quick. Their optics stayed trained on the door, exclusively..

[autobot-scout-riella]

She would like to note, for no particular reason, that she can handle her own enemies, but it is very nice to have someone defending her.

Also, she just accidentally taught little Kyan an obscene gesture, look at that.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@prowls-analysis

Cont. from [x]

::Greetings, Commander Tarn. To what are you referring when you say accelerating my recovery is a ‘dire necessity’?:: 

::Well, I was of the mind your recovery is the dire necessity. Pardon my being blunt, but having seen you struggle...:: Tarn paused, contemplating how to best broach the subject.

::It saddens me to see you reduced to depending on the likes of painkillers to do what you do best.::

[alacritysparked]

Do not believe those who throw insults without releasing their names, Bumblebee. They are cowards seeking attention and power without compensation. Such creatures are not worth any of your energy or interest. I assure you that I know from evidence that you are loved by most of those who know you. They make the mistake of assuming you know it and do not need to be reminded. I do not make that mistake.

I’m trying not to. It is reassuring to hear it from you, Prowl. You wouldn’t lie about something like this. I don’t know about most-- sorry. I’m trying to get better. Thank you.

[miniconrightsactivist]

Jazz is trying not to be insufferably smug around Lingo. Someone should probably put a metaphorical bug in his ear about how HE could let himself be tricked by holograms and some blatantly-manipulated election results, after all the dirty tricks he's played and seen played in his life.

On the one hand, Jazz has every right to be insufferably smug considering all the other ways Lingo has been insufferable to him. He had told her it wasn’t the Autobots, that it was weird that all the folk close to Prime getting sent away was a big red flag that something else was going on.... 

On the other hand, she’s having A Big Sad™ right now, coupled with a minor existential crisis, and him being smug would either push her to snap at him or - possibly worse - start crying and make everything awkward for everyone involved. 

[the-good-knockout]

Doctors visit

He walked down the slightly familiar hallway, a smile fixed on his face for any passersby he might run into.  Though inside he wasn't as carefree.  Prowl's message had been overly vague about...well...everything.  He wasn't exactly sure what the problem was.  He needed clarification.

Stopping in front of the door, Teal reached up and politely knocked.  There was a keypad embedded in the wall by the door but he was still unfamiliar with the systems here and he'd rather not accidentally set off any alarms.  Again.  It was embarrassing.

"Prowl?  It's Knock Out."

[burnished-archived]

How hot is prowl?

Assuming prowls-analysis.

Warless Verse:Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Those Doors | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

Prowl’s Sanctuary verse:Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Hot Damn | Those Doors | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

NLOT AU Verse:They’re not seeing him as a potential partner currently.

We have other verses, but they’re sort of old so I’m leaving them out for right now.

Assuming not prowls-analysis, this would be for Prowl in general.

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

[primecrazyblitz]

Finding the Others

It had been a long time since that day with the droids that affected Prowl so much. They had managed to get back on track in finding other Cybertronians.

They came across to on one planet. They were mostly uninjured although very low on energon. Hot Rod tried his best to stay out of the others view for he was still wary of other cybertronians. When he was out and about he had created an illusion of him just being a regular Bot. If they saw him wear clothes like an organic they would question what he was and where he came from.

So to keep his master safe he tried to stay mostly a secret. And this very secret was almost broken and revealed when they found Mirage and Red Alert in bad shape on the next planet.  Hot Rod had to ask Prowl if he could heal them with no one watching. Of course he asked this over a commlink. When the medbay was empty and Prowl stood by the door, Hot Rod would heal the two mechs over time. Prowl made the point that if Hot Rod healed them in one day it would cause questions to be asked. 

Ho Rod, as a genie, followed all of Prowls orders without question..most of the time. The times he did question was when he didn't exactly understand the order. But as days go by, Red Alert and Mirage were soon walking around the ship as healthy as can be. Hot Rod mostly stayed in Prowls room during the journey.

[autobot-scout-riella]

More trope trope trope-trope trope! (Hi there!)

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse | Accepting

(Glad to see you around again!)

Action Girl

An Action Girl is a female badass who is tough and kicks butt. Damsel in Distress? Not her (most of the time). She's featured in far more than the Designated Girl Fight. She faces dangerous foes and deadly obstacles, and she wins.

Cool Bike

Ever since the end of World War Two, motorcycles have been seen as the absolute coolest way to travel. Whether they are traveling through the desert, city streets, a coastal road, or up a wall, the bike can promote an aura of awesome that is unmatched by an other everyday vehicle. Riding a motorcycle lends an aura of independence and attractive danger to the rider.

(Getting the two obvious ones out of the way up front.)

Combat Pragmatist

Some fights have rules. Most don't. However, a lot of people will still fight as though there are rules.

Heh... suckers.

The Combat Pragmatist is a character who is defined by his or her willingness to do anything in a fight to win.

(This used to be more of a thing (it hasn't come up much in RP in the last couple years) but Riella absolutely fights dirty. It's a survival necessity when most of your opponents can snap you like a twig if you don't take them down fast.)

Fragile Speedster

The Fragile Speedster is fast. If you blink, they're not there anymore. They appear, strike, and vanish in the blink of an eye. Nine times out of ten, their occupation is a thief, a Ninja, or some other type of The Sneaky Guy or a girl.

(In fic she's usually a little tougher on the sole basis of just being too stubborn to go down easily, but it seems a little unfair for RP purposes.)

Huge Guy, Tiny Girl

Some writers like pairing up characters of the opposite sex and opposite ends of the size spectrum. The height difference goes well beyond One Head Taller, and the tall one is often several times wider to boot.

(I rest my case.)

(source)

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@prowls-analysis

Cont. from [x]

The answer came after a few minutes’ delay. ::Greetings. What can I do for you?:: The Minicon sounded distracted and tired.

::Greetings, my friend. I hope to find you in good spirits despite the circumstances surrounding us. How do you fare?::