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re_alignment_logs2013-03-22 04:05 pm
robotfightclub) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-22 04:05 pm
Arts and Crafts
Who: Arcee and whoever
What: Making pointy things
When: 22nd
Where: Junkpile
Notes: None
Arcee had been human for some time now, and much to her dismay she'd been getting used to it. Not wanting others to, well, notice, she'd been keeping to herself in hopes that the time alone would make her feel otherwise.
Maybe it was working. Lately she'd been feeling, erm, smaller. Weaker. Humans squish easy. But the thing is, she knows they aren't a weak race. They had ways to make themselves stronger, they're versatile.
Seemed about time to do the same.
Finally taking some time out of the temple, Arcee made her way to the Junkpile in hopes to find something, anything she could use to defend herself with in case things ever got ugly. Even if they didn't, she missed her weapons, almost felt incomplete without them. At the very least, it gave her a project to do to kill some time.
After finding some scrap metal, Arcee found herself a place to sit down and began getting to work. Makeshift blades would do for now. Maybe find a way so she could wear them on her arms like she used to.
...Haha, is this what she was reduced to? Making stuff out of garbage? Oh Cybertron, you sure did know how to push her.
What: Making pointy things
When: 22nd
Where: Junkpile
Notes: None
Arcee had been human for some time now, and much to her dismay she'd been getting used to it. Not wanting others to, well, notice, she'd been keeping to herself in hopes that the time alone would make her feel otherwise.
Maybe it was working. Lately she'd been feeling, erm, smaller. Weaker. Humans squish easy. But the thing is, she knows they aren't a weak race. They had ways to make themselves stronger, they're versatile.
Seemed about time to do the same.
Finally taking some time out of the temple, Arcee made her way to the Junkpile in hopes to find something, anything she could use to defend herself with in case things ever got ugly. Even if they didn't, she missed her weapons, almost felt incomplete without them. At the very least, it gave her a project to do to kill some time.
After finding some scrap metal, Arcee found herself a place to sit down and began getting to work. Makeshift blades would do for now. Maybe find a way so she could wear them on her arms like she used to.
...Haha, is this what she was reduced to? Making stuff out of garbage? Oh Cybertron, you sure did know how to push her.