decayed over the years.
She doesn't move away when he rests a hand on her arm, audials pinning backwards. She speaks, although it's broken and /confused/ in tone.
" wwwhat. "
Much better... He could at least keep her gaze without the fear of overloading the pistons in his neck.
He took one step closer to this familiar predacon. His small, strong hand resting on her bicep.
He was close now.. So much closer.
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She raises a claw, a questioning click of static the best she can do in asking 'What THAT look is for'.
She doesn't move away when he rests a hand on her arm, audials pinning backwards. She speaks, although it's broken and /confused/ in tone.
" wwwhat. "
She raises a claw, a questioning click of static the best she can do in asking 'What THAT look is for'.
He's a little grumpy.
khhehhe.
[ Chucking another container at the back of his head. Get Up. Hey. Hey ]
She raises a claw, a questioning click of static the best she can do in asking 'What THAT look is for'.
khhehhe.
[ Chucking another container at the back of his head. Get Up. Hey. Hey ]
khhehhe.
[ Chucking another container at the back of his head. Get Up. Hey. Hey ]
[ Why Does The Room Feel Full Of Hate . ]
[ Going back to napping. must be nothing! ]
[ Why Does The Room Feel Full Of Hate . ]
[ chucking an empty container of energon at his head from her spot in the rafters. ]
[ chucking an empty container of energon at his head from her spot in the rafters. ]
[ Going back to napping. must be nothing! ]
[ Going back to napping. must be nothing! ]
[ Frayed wires spark, the only illumination of the dark area inside. Something's in there. ]
[ Frayed wires spark, the only illumination of the dark area inside. Something's in there. ]
[ There's a hole /clawed/ into the wall, into the internals of the ship. ]
[ There's a hole /clawed/ into the wall, into the internals of the ship. ]
Her demeanor switches yet again, optics shutting off - instead, replaced by a small yellow crosshair in one. A deep snarl rips through her broken voicebox, one laced with mindless *violence*. Her EM field still /screams/ the opposite, fear nearly tangible in the air.
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Click.
“Obey.”
Her demeanor switches yet again, optics shutting off - instead, replaced by a small yellow crosshair in one. A deep snarl rips through her broken voicebox, one laced with mindless *violence*. Her EM field still /screams/ the opposite, fear nearly tangible in the air.
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The charge abruptly stops, Aeroblight's entire demeanor changing in an instant as optics flicker out. She straightens up- standing like a soldier ready for battle. Internally, of course, she's fighting and screaming - EM Field sparking with rage and fear.
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“Who set you free?”
The charge abruptly stops, Aeroblight's entire demeanor changing in an instant as optics flicker out. She straightens up- standing like a soldier ready for battle. Internally, of course, she's fighting and screaming - EM Field sparking with rage and fear.
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