We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Jazz came in close, not particularly worried about her getting the drop on him. Surrounded by this many Autobots, Serotype'd have to be glitched to try anything. Still, he kept his sensors and one hand on her wrist the whole time as he deftly undid the binders and replaced them with the shackle. An experimental tug, a check to make sure the adjustable cuff wasn't too tight or too loose, and he stepped back, the binders disappearing into his subspace.
"There you go. Let me know if they give you trouble."
Jazz hopped back up on the crates. "Doubt they did that on purpose, by the way. Probably all the restraints they had. Those," he nodded at her new shackle, "are more for long-term prisoners. Someone you've got a cell for and who you don't need to be close to."
“Well I have always had a lot of determination and confidence as well. Things like that can get you unbelievably far in life. Much farther than kindness.” Just for a moment she thought about how far she had gotten, before the war took everything. She could have run for an office, a high one too, and probably one. She had the ear of many Cybertronians back then. Now, there was nothing. She didn't know what to do with herself or what was going on, for more reasons than she liked to admit to.
A bigger smile then for Serotype as Velocity noticed her struggling just to move her wrist. She was bound so tightly and yet she was still trying reciprocate the gesture that Vel had been showing her. So many smiles in such a short time when normally Vel was mostly expressionless or disapproving. This was just a hint at how she could really be with someone she liked. She seemed about to say more but then Jazz came over and she stepped to the side and clammed up. Her mouth was shut very tight and made a thin line, even her optics flashed briefly before dimming down.
Though she looked to be annoyed or bored she was watching every single detail and taking it all in. Jazz was close to her now and she let her optics rove over his frame and commit how he looked to memory, also his speech patters and the way he held himself. To her he was new and she didn't know what to make of him but he was awfully friendly and for some reason that bothered her. She was becoming more and more cranky and anti-social as the weeks went by though. Velocity wondered how long it was before she slipped into some type of hermit mode, things were falling part in her neural net at a rather rapid pace.
Once he walked back off she visibly relaxed and smiled gently at Serotype once more. Vel knew she was giving certain things away but she wanted to. She wanted them to know how displeased she was with things. If she didn't want them to know, there would never be a change in her. She was a professional liar and manipulator after all. “Next time you go playing in the desert make sure you bring some other supplies with you hmm? So you won't be nearly half-dead.”
"Long term....? There is an idea I am familiar with, unfortunately," said Serotype, "Thank you for your assistance, Jazz."
She was now able to twist her wrists proper so that her palm was face up towards Velocity.
"I will be certain to be better prepared for the desert next time for certain. Although, it might be QUITE some time before I see the desert again if I do," said Serotype.