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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 17:29:24 GMT
Backdraft sighed, "Skyflare's having a fit." He than ducked as an errant wrench flew at his head.
The fox whined when she stopped and began pawing at her.
He chuckled, "I hate to break it to you, but these turbofoxes are as dangerous as my digit."
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 17:36:00 GMT
Extrius grumbled something softly before snorting, looking back down. Synum smiled once more before petting the creature once more, ”Why is he upset? Is it because of the Autobots?” She asked, looking over at the other mech with a bit of a confused look. ”You can have the rest of mine if you want, I don’t burn through energon quickly, I can run on half a tank for days.” She offered, setting the cube down to practically hug the creature.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jan 15, 2018 18:14:54 GMT
(One of the other mods spoke some sense into me. Apologies, carry on.)
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 18:35:26 GMT
"He, uh... He never wanted to return to cybertron. He wanted to see if we could find anyone else." He gave a grateful nod and took the remains of the cube.
The turbofox's glossa ran across the affectionate femme's cheek plates, enjoying her attention.
Skyflare sighed and collapsed on the ground next to Extrius, still feeling sore after the encounter with the decepticon.
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 18:58:20 GMT
Synum laughed at the animal, before carrying it and bouncing over to Extrius, climbing into his lap. The mech looked down at Skyflare, snorting softly, ”Hmph, if I can roam the wasteland for weeks without end with no energon, you can handle a bit of exhaustion.” He growled softly. It was rare of him to give any kind of ‘supportive’ advice. Synum looked up at the beast of a mech than down at Skyflare, snickering softly at his words.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 19:15:15 GMT
Skyflare growled, "Try being shot hundreds of times in a few astroseconds." With a grinding noise, be converted into his jet form.
Backdraft turned off the table and say on top of it.
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 20:08:46 GMT
”Heh. Mere pins and needles.” He scoffed, shifting a little as Synum looked down at the jet.
”Who did you fight? How tough were you?” She asked excitedly, curiousity gleaming in her optics.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 20:13:49 GMT
"That's because you're a titan. Imagine the effect on her." He didn't respond to the femme's questions, still angry he lost.
Backdraft chose the time to speak up, "So, what's your alt mode?"
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 20:34:21 GMT
”Let’s hope we don’t have to.” He grumbled. Synum then shrunk back a little, ”I don’t have a T-Cog....”
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 20:39:29 GMT
Backdraft frowned, "That's unfortunate... If we had a spare I'd give it to you, but..."
The turbofox in her arms wiggled and barked, wanting her attention back.
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 20:46:20 GMT
“I’ve learned to adapt fine without one. It keeps my systems simple...” She said softly, petting the fox again as she mumbled softly to herself. Extrius’s expression faltered for a moment, as if remembering something related but quickly looked off to the side.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 20:51:54 GMT
Backdraft nodded, but didn't press the issue. "So, you guys cam stay as long as you want. The company's nice, and the turbofoxes seem to love you."
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 21:05:05 GMT
”I’d love to sta-“ Synum grinned at him, before the giant mech moved grunting.
”Staying is not an option.” Extrius snarled, making the little femme clutch the creature close to her chest. The mech didn’t want her getting too attached to these mechs, fearing that if she did her spark will break.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 21:11:30 GMT
Backdraft jumped slightly. It was actually Skyflare that asked why,.
The fox whined and licked her cheek again.
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 21:41:23 GMT
”I have my reasons. And so does she.”
”I have reasons...?” She asked, looking up at him with a confused look and he rolled his optics with a sigh. It was clear Synum didn’t have much freedom in her life with him, and it was visible that she wasn’t happy about it.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 21:51:27 GMT
Skyflare sighed, "Strength in numbers, mech. If you stay here, you have shelter and energon. If you leave, there's open air and uncertainty. And I will guarantee that if you leave to get away from us, Backdraft won't be far behind trying to help.
Besides, consider what she wants."
The turbofox barked, nuzzling the confused femme.
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 23:23:59 GMT
The mech’s intakes increasingly grew more heavy as he glared down at Skyflare, then looked down at Synum, who looked at him with large pleading optics. A rumbled vibrated from his chest before he crossed his arms, grumbling to himself. It would indeed be safer with someone who could actually fight behind his back, but what if- Let her be her own femme. He told himself, finally letting off an exasperated growl, ”Fine. One chance. You mess up, we’re gone.” Once he let those words leave his mouth the femme hugged the fox tighter, smiling so bright it could have lit the whole room with her joy.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 23:31:34 GMT
Skyflare reverted back to robot mode, and for a brief moment, one could see a small smile. Briefly.
Backdraft let out a "Yes!" Before turning serious, "Okay, time for planning."
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 23:38:01 GMT
"Planning?" Asked Synum, tilting her helm a little as she shifted to sit on her knees. Extrius was just as confused as she was, not entirely sure why they would need to plan, and what for exactly.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 23:43:30 GMT
"We need to find out what we're gonna do, because what we have won't last forever. Skyflare and I can probably scrounge up some in the Graveyard, but we should look for anything that might be left in wreckage." Backdraft nodded to himself, pleased with this idea.
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