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WHO; Shira and whoever wants to play "chase the kitty"!
WHERE; Between Vector's quadrant and the Junkpile.
WHEN; Before Megatronus goes to fight the Big Bad.
WHAT; Shira is totally not panicking. Well, maybe she is, but just a little!
WARNINGS; nope. Well except if she feels the need to use her teeth. No interruption by Centipedes is expected.

Shira thought she was in Hell. Or somewhere similar. Whatever. When she had woken up, one hour earlier, all she had seen was that huge... thing, made of that slick and cold material and the feline had just bolted. It was moving, so maybe alive and it could totally eat her if it wanted, and Shira certainly wasn't going to stick around to see what it would do. She ran through the corridors without stopping even once, easily climbing a few walls. The saber toothed cat hadn't noticed it, no doubt, but the strange thing around her neck, the "Link", had turned on after hitting the floor and was now displaying her escape to all those who were bored and looking for new frequencies: though they had better have a strong stomach, because it was a hell of a ride, the cat easily jumping around.

Soon enough Shira escaped the strange building and entered a strange plain, littered here and there by even stranger objects. Only then did she stop, looking above her shoulder to see if the strange thing had followed her.
It hadn't.
The feline sighed, relieved before looking around. Everything was made of that hard material, and the scents were all wrong. She hardly recognized any. Where was she? Where was her herd?

"Diego!" Shira called, but her mate didn't answer. She couldn't find his scent in the wind, or whatever passed for the wind here. Even Manny's scent was nowhere to be found, and you could usually smell him from a mile away! And let's not talk about Sid's!

She was alone. There was not other conclusion. Shira was alone in Hell, without the herd, the family, she had just found. The cat barely managed to contain a roar of anguish and began to pace. What should she do?

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"yocalledmeamonste...AH!" She was acting far from civilized too, anyway. Usually Blurr would have no problem running away or fighting back but he didn't want to hurt he organic by accident or run it over. If only the big cat could be as considerate.

Blurr tried to move his foot away when he saw those sharp claws approaching, and he ending falling backwards, the pointy back of his helm hitting the hard ground.

"Ouch. WELL THAT'S ENOUGH!"

'Evil' deed accomplished, Shira thought gleefully, quickly jumping back as the thing crashed on his back. She smirked, not fazed by his angry yell, and even laid down on a nearby pile of junk.

"So, civilized, hm?"

Okay, maybe it wasn't a very good idea to make fun of something so big, but damn it, she had been a pirate most of her life, and some things, like snark, was really difficult to forget.

She crossed her foreleg, looking innocently down at him, since, you know, he was on the floor.

"Is that civilized enough?"

"Lady, you should be careful who do you mess with here. " Blurr glared at her. At least she stopped trying to use him as a scratch post. He sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his head.

"A newcomer, I take it?"

"Well, at least you are polite, 'Mister'. And yes, I am new here. Wherever 'here' is. Is there a way to go back to my herd?" Shira toned down the snark for answers. That blue creature seemed helpful. Somewhat. "I have been separated from them, obviously."

The feline sat up, looking around. To her, that place seemed dead, devoid of the exuberant life she was used to.

"And where am I, anyway?"

"Itrymiss." He usually tries, unless he doesn't like someone. She was new and apparently she got offended at the 'kitty' words, so he will ignore the fact that she wanted to claw him all over.

"And no un-for-tu-na-te-ly there's no way to leave the planet the Lambda_{that shiny thing over the junkpile} is what brought us all here. The name's Cybertron. "

"Lamb... What?" Shira stood up, claws firmly planted in the strange material under her. "Are you honestly telling me that I can't go back home? That I can't go back to my herd?!"

Her fur now standing, Shira began to pace, growling angrily.

"That 'world' of yours is dead! There are no tree, no prey, nothing! Is that your version of Hell or what?"

"L-a-m-b-d-a. That space-time rift in the middle of the sky." He repeated, more slowly. It was probably still hard to understand, the concept was not easy to accept.

"And no you really can't. Sorry about that. BUT we do have food and we are growing gardens and such for the most organics creatures that live here. _{My species doesn't} have the same sort of needs as yours and that's why the planet looks like that."

Repeating it won't make Shira understand anyway. She pinched the ridge of her nose with two claws and exhaled slowly.

"So, I will try to explain that with my words. Some sort of magic took me away from my home to throw me in yours, and I am supposed to live on fruits until I get a way to go back to my herd. Is that true?"

She looked up at him, listless.

"We, or at least I, are going to have a slight problem with that."

"No it's sci...." Actually, magic would be easier for her to understand, so Blurr went with that. "Yes, magic. Weird magic. "

Blurr stood up and brushed the dust from his legs and wheels. He approached her, slowly this time. "That's correct. You don't like fruit?"

"Magic." That was safe. Anything Shira won't be able to understand, she will chalk it up to magic and stop thinking too hard about it.

"I can't survive on fruits alone. I need meat." Her ears flattened again as he came closer, a distinct warning 'Stay away, I don't trust you.' "Or I will die of hunger. What do things like you eat, anyway? DO you hunt?"

If that worked for her, Blurr was not going to correct her again. He did not approach her further but Blurr tried to give her a good look to see where her glyph was. If she HAD one in the first place.

"Please refrain from eating the others organics, we will figure something out soon. We eat Energon but I know or-ga-nics can't eat them. HOW often do you need to eat?"

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Shira frowned, sitting back. "Never saw a saber toothed cat before? Oh, well, I guess not."

The feline sighed. She had no idea of what was going on, but she would just... survive. And find a way to go back to Diego.

"Organics? What is that? And I need to eat... well, at least once per day. Or I will be sick. Where are the hunting grounds around here?"

"You have a glyph, right? When someone arrives without a mark things get complicated AND no I didn't. that's what you are? Oh." He didn't even know those existed. But after all Blurr wasn't all that versed on Earth fauna.

"Organics are usually carbon based Lifeforms and is the term we cybertronians use to refer to the living non metal creatures. Hunting grounds eh...I don't think we have those."

"A... Glyph? Well, I have a strange mark on my left paw now." Shira lifted said paw in the air so Blurr could see the Vectorian Glyph now decorating it. "Does that mean something?"

"And of course I am a saber toothed cat. Can't you tell?" With that the feline snapped her jaws, showing her long teeth.

"No hunting ground. So the... organics you were speaking about earlier all eat fruits?"

"Thats good THAT'S really good." A huge relief too, it means that she was not going to go insane like the others. He smiled at the view of the glyph. "It means we are housemates." Wasn't that great, Shira? He was sure you was going to be thrilled. Blurr pointed to the glyph in his arm, a bit bigger than hers.

"They eat fruit and they have chickens who give them... what was the word..eggs? Right, eggs.They're taking good care of the chickens so they reproduce. Sometimes you can find food in the junk pile too. Or we can ask VENTUS if he can give you one of his chickens."

Oh, she is just happy to learn that, can't you see her happy face? Of course you can't.

"House... Mates. With you. Thanks but no thanks, I don't want to be stepped on when you are distracted. Pass. What does that glowing thing mean, anyway?"

"Eggs. If there is nothing else, I get I can eat that." Le sigh. "With a chicken from time to time to change the menu a little. Wonderful. Is there people here looking for a way to go back home? I would like to help them."

Blurr wonders if she could make that face.

"We have a room in the same temple that's pretty much it actually. You can live wherever you want BUT the temples are the safest places. AndIneversteppedonanybody...I watch where I step." Blurr huffed, offended. "Many people here are trying to find a way out, yes. What's _{your name?}"

She totally could. Not for you though, too bad.

"A Temple...? Are you speaking about the big building? I have a room here?"

Shira is so not going to comment on the "I watch where I step" comment. She didn't want him to actually try to murder her.

"Courtesy asks for you to give your name first, Mister."

Ok, maybe she wasn't that intent on not getting killed.

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You have no heart, kitty.

Blurr nodded, spreading one of his arms to gesture to the territory around them. "There's many temples, they're the home of the FirstForged and ALL of them are of giant dimensions."

Smart choice, Shira. Even if he would never hurt her on purpose. He huffed at her demand, but replied nonetheless.

"It's Blurr."

I know, I know. If you want to kill her or at least strangle her, get in line.

Also, have a blank stare for your explanation.

"Could you please... say that again, with shorter words? First-what?"

Shira prided herself on being smart, dear. That the main reason why she wasn't a rug on someone's bed.

"Nice to meet you Blurr. I am Shira. I guess you didn't see any other talking animal who could be from my herd, hm?"

Shira, look at your life, look at your choices. That many people wanting to kill you can't be a good thing.

"Nicetomeetyoutoo. The other talking animal here is ROCKET, he's a racoon, but I don't think he's from your world."

Blurr was so used to that sort of stares that he didn't get irritated anymore. He repeated himself, trying really hard to speak more slowly. He told her all the Acolyte was supposed to tell her. The FirstForged being the first Cybertronians, Unicron sending them monsters from time to time, the locations of the temples, the medbay and rec center...once he was done, he was expecting a dozen of questions from her.

Don't care! Danger is the spice of life! And they are all moron anyway!

"I don't know what a racoon is, but good, I guess. I will try to not eat him." The last part was a jab: she didn't intent to eat anything she wouldn't have thoroughly examinated at first, and if that 'racoon' could talk, he would no doubt express his displeasure before she actually tried to take a bite.

Shira listened to Blurr's explanation in silence, not even snarking once. It was a lot to take in. Monsters? FirstForged? Gods? What?
And he will have only one question.

"You... expect me to believe that?"

Blurr agrees that danger makes things interesting but all that much danger also makes things suicidal.

"It's furry and small and it has a very _very very bad temper and great aim with a weapon. You don't want Rocket angry at you." He likes the guy a lot, but it's better not to piss him off. Or call him cute. Blurr is starting to realize that calling furry creatures 'cute' angers them a lot.

"You are in a planet made of metal talking to a giant robotic organism. Believe whatever you want."

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Never on purpose! <.<

Of course....

c: /nnocent face

I am totally not convinced.

You should be, would this face lie? のωの

That face IS lying!

NO, IS NOT! （｀ー´）

I can see you smirking from France!

Is that so? (。^_・)ノ /smiles seductively from spain~

/throws snails

/SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAMS ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ No, not the snails!

Hehehehe >:3 /throws frog legs.

Stop throwing weird food at me >:C

/CROISSANT CANNON!

/O_O\ MON DIEU /noms everything

/wine fountain!

Do you want to get me drunk?

If I wanted to get you drunk I would give you Ricard. Or Pastis

Ohhh what are those? O:

We french are well known for our food, but less for the sheer number of alcohol we have as well!

We Spaniards love to drink...this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

You like cheese as well? XD

I love it! As long as it's not Roquefort