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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.
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Oh.
Arcee rolled her eyes and dropped her guard almost instantly. She had a feeling she knew that hissing, but hey. Better safe than sorry. Still, despite how she's the one in the wrong, she couldn't help but look annoyed.
"Little warning would've been nice," her hands move to her hips in usual Arcee fashion. No, she's not sure how he'd give a warning, but one shouldn't be sneaking about like some sort of...dinosaur.
Okay, maybe she could let this one slide...
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He spread his hands, huffing out a breath as the feathers atop his head lifted. A universal gesture for "HOW?" At least, he hoped it was one. He couldn't speak. He didn't even have his Link on him right now.
Gestures would have to do. Provided he could hold onto his sense of self long enough to carry on a pseudo-conversation.
He padded over nearer, somewhat surprised. Human beings were much smaller than those of his kind, and his head came to her waist, if he lifted it straight up. Slightly less disconcerting, at any rate, than being around Grimlock or Ultra Magnus.
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Don't you give her dino sass, she's so not in the mood for it.Whatever, she shrugs it off for now, glad to see he's somehow still alive. For some reason she can't help but worry about the people who keep getting turned into animals. Humans? Not so different where it's impossible to function. Animals, on the other hand, she knows very little about and it's not like there are any around to give any advise.
She looks down at Perceptor once he gets closer, his size being somewhat comical to her, although she keeps it to herself. He just seemed a lot bigger over the comm video...
"So, find anything to eat yet?" that was her main concern and she's hoping the answer is yes. Well, it's got to be. He is alive, after all.
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Perceptor will sass the pants off Megatron if he had the chance, it's just what he does.He cocks his head to one side, yellow eyes somehow managing to look irritable, despite their reptilian nature. Another huff, this one sending the feathers on his sides puffing in and out. His head shakes slowly back and forth.
No. He hasn't found much of anything. There was the garden in Trion's quadrant, which he'd raided. But that hadn't ended well.
Apparently she was right about... needing flesh.
He lets out a mournful little chirp, pausing, briefly, to shake out his feathers in a flurry of dust and metal scraps.