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eldigan

bad news cdrw nation. . . I can’t get into domey’s acc atm I don’t remember my password for it
November 9, 2025 at 9:53 PM

( To say Prowl was unhappy was a slight understatement, considering Void had gone back to work, despite her clearly telling him to rest. Sitting on the couch, facing the door. Leaning forward once he's inside. ) Void.
August 3, 2025 at 3:32 AM

Shockwave happened. ( Doorwings twitching, optic landing on Springer, lingering there for a bit, before back to First Aid. ) I have kept him steady so far.
July 20, 2025 at 10:22 PM

( She doesn't know how he uncovered that information but the how doesn't matter. It only matters what he did. ) If I find there's even a scratch on his frame that can be traced back to you, I'll make sure your jail sentence is 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵.
July 17, 2025 at 2:46 AM

( Eyes holding the same amount of affection within them, content in falling silent and studying his holoform's features. Not nearly the same as looking into Void's actual optics but it's the thought that counts. He can all of the time he needs to learn, she'll be right there. )
July 17, 2025 at 12:41 AM

Hm. ( Nodding her head in acknowledgement, picking up a menu and looking through it. Brows furrowed. Thinking. . . )
July 15, 2025 at 11:42 PM

( As soon as the call with Jazz has ended, her holoform appears, already making her way out of the office and towards Suborbitals. )
July 15, 2025 at 9:12 PM

I will deal with Shockwave once and for all, eventually. It is only a matter of time. ( Taking a glance at the clock in her office. ) . . . Thank you. I trust you to not mention any word of this to the public. As for Starscream's lab, I'll be waiting for the report on your findings.
July 15, 2025 at 8:40 PM

( Going back and forth between watching Starscream on the cameras and reading the report Void brought in on the Seeker. Public disturbance, illegal base operation without Iacon issued permit and attempt at evading arrest. Enough for a solid case. . . Prowl’s got some calls to make. )
July 15, 2025 at 12:09 AM
eldigan

IT IS OFFICIAL (kicking my feet)
July 12, 2025 at 9:48 PM

( Slow to pull away as while, doorwings ceasing their fluttering motions, optic softened. )

To be kept between us.

( Leaning her helm in his palm, a rare, genuine smile present, one servo holding onto his wrist. )
July 11, 2025 at 11:43 PM

I’m making it a mandatory order for rest. ( Leaning forward, chin resting atop her servos, daring him to argue. Taking the chip as it’s offered, inserting it in the computer. ) . . . I may also be willing to provide you with company. If you are not opposed.
July 11, 2025 at 8:33 PM

( The coordinates of the scrapyard. Hm. She’ll send a team out later to check it out soon. )
July 1, 2025 at 1:00 AM
eldigan

this’ll be fun 😌
June 22, 2025 at 6:35 PM

I see. Good work.

( How. . . Charming. Void standing beside her noted but not minded. His audible purrs are somewhat soothing to her. Strange. Optic still fixed on the far horizon. )
June 22, 2025 at 12:36 AM
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June 16, 2025 at 1:28 AM
eldigan

dropping this down again, answers may have changed from last time ✨
June 16, 2025 at 12:37 AM

An autopilot. ( That gets her attention immediately. Perhaps they could use the same mechanic within Void to track the scientist's whereabouts. . . Already planning. ) Two wounded, but you did not offline anyone, should you wish to know. ( Blatantly still ignoring her own injuries. )
June 14, 2025 at 12:35 AM

( Fair of him to assume the worst. It was Prowl after all. Standing there until he’s opened the door, optic fixed on him with an intense look, before she steps past him and inside. ) Void. ( Eyeing her surroundings. Nothing out of place there. )
June 13, 2025 at 10:08 PM

You do not. ( Pardon her, Minerva, unconscious Starscream. Slipping away without another word. She might see about visiting a medic soon, perhaps. Walking back to her office. She looks like a mess. )
June 12, 2025 at 3:18 AM