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.
Post by Jack Darby on Nov 16, 2023 12:13:37 GMT -5
Jack didn't think about zigzagging through the brush. He ran in an erratic line, dragging Miko along with him, mind racing as he tried to put together some kind of plan. The Cybertronian crashed through the trees wildly, seemingly bearing down on them from all sides. Jack darted left and right whenever he thought Windshield was getting too close, hoping that it was enough to dodge away from their pursuer.
The attempt at an intercept, unfortunately, worked. Jack was blindsided by Windshield's jump from the bushes, gasping as he attempted to yank Miko in the other direction. He was in the shadow of the spindly mech, and his heart dropped to his stomach before jumping to his throat. Jack stumbled, managing to catch himself at the cost of letting go of Miko's hand; he darted forward several feet, unknowing. It was only when he realized that Miko's thin wrist was no longer in his grasp did he turn around and run back for her.
It would be a perfect opportunity for Windshield to move forward and scoop them up. Jack's mind still worked to put together a plan, but he couldn't think of anything beyond "run and hide". He was fighting fear, he was lost, and he was moving back in the direction of where he came from.
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Post by Miko Nakadai on Jan 23, 2024 17:21:52 GMT -5
Running in combat boots was one thing.
Running in combat boots through the brush was another.
This sucked - and it was taking absolutely everything in Miko to keep upright as she and Jack moved. She knew he was trying to help her by grabbing and yanking her onto a different, safer path, but his erratic movements were hard to keep up with when she could barely manage to keep her footing over the myriad of smaller rocks and scattered branches.
It didn't help that she couldn't focus on anything except the noise of Windshield that sounded like it was coming from everywhere, as impossible as that was. Was he behind them? In front? Or somewhere else entirely?
The only thing that seemed louder than his heavy footsteps was her heart pounding.
Everything was so noisy, so loud, that when the Cybertronian darted out from seemingly nowhere, her startled gasp had no doubt gone unheard.
Without even thinking, without even realizing that Jack had let go of her wrist and was now on his way back her way, she had darted into the tree line immediately to her left in an attempt to get out of view of the monster. She didn't get far, slamming her back against a nearby tree with a thud as she caught a precious moment to catch her breath.
Post by Windshield on Jan 30, 2024 14:12:52 GMT -5
And so the humans scattered, split apart again in an instant. The colorful one quickly disappeared into the greenery. Though Windshield could no longer see her, he suspected that she resorted to hiding somewhere nearby. It's what he would've done. And yet... He didn't stop to look around. The taller human was still in plain view, running back to where they came from.
It made him an easier target. An imminent target.
So close now, in the shadow of his pursuer—a fire-eyed metal devil that couldn't help but flash a smile as he realized that he finally had the upper hand. Without a hint of hesitation, Windshield closed the distance between him and the human, no more than half a step, and finally—finally—reached out with his clawed hand, bending down to grab him with a rapid swipe.
His claws found purchase. He had him.
Windshield held Jack in his hand.
His grip was firm, inescapable for a human. If he'd pressed any harder, he could seriously injure him, but he didn't. Instead, he straightened out his jagged form back to its full height, rolled his shoulder, and raised the human to his chin. He kept him some distance away from his face, but at least they could finally see eye-to-optic.
It was only only then that Windshield could finally get a proper look at the dark-haired teen. He raised an eyebrow with sudden realization.
"Oh, I know you!" the Decepticon exclaimed sharply. He did know them, the both of them. He most definitely did. Seeing him all up close and personal, this had to be Jack, one of the Autobots' intrepid helpers. And the one still hiding? That was Miko, of course. So colorful and spirited. They were Raf's friends. Windshield wondered briefly if the little guy was around as well, but he didn't dwell too long on the possibility.
Either way, it certainly made things a tad more complicated.
"You're Jack, aren't you?" He chirped with a plain smile and a friendly tone. Though, his optics briefly glanced in the direction of where he thought Miko may have gone as if he was still on the lookout for her.
Jack was grabbed with player permission.
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2024 14:19:42 GMT -5 by Windshield
Post by Jack Darby on Jan 30, 2024 15:04:33 GMT -5
Jack made a strangled cry as sharp claws grasped him. The grip was firm, not intended to be crushing, but it was startling all the same. The teen wriggled and kicked with as much strength as he could muster, pounding on Windshield's fist with his own. He wanted to protest, but found himself eye-to-eye with the Cybertronian in a flash, felling his nerve like a tree in the forest.
Jack said nothing as Windshield asked for his identity. Instead, he put his hands on Windshield's fingers and vainly tried to pull, long legs awkwardly swinging to find something to kick at. The teenager's heart was thundering, but at least Miko was out of sight. He didn't care what happened to him, fearful as he was - as long as Miko made it away, he could handle himself.
Part of him wanted to scream out to tell Miko to flee. Part of him also told Jack that such an act would give away her position. Instead, he choked out, "Put me down!" and wailed on Windshield harder. The lanky, dark 'Con would be able to see the healing bruises all over Jack's face at this range, and it made the boy feel even more weak and vulnerable.
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Post by Miko Nakadai on Mar 8, 2024 1:41:40 GMT -5
The strangled cry seconds later was the answer Miko didn't want to hear, and in that instant she knew that Jack had been caught by the Decepticon monster.
She was stuck between trying to catch her breath, but also hold it at the same time - wanting to be quiet, wanting to remain still so that the monster didn't find her, too. He already knew they were both out here, and while she was pretty positive they were probably more use to the Decepticons alive - she knew this particular Decepticon was supposed to be dead.
Maybe he'd gone rogue. Maybe he wasn't working with Megatron at all and so didn't really care about using them both as leverage, and-
Ack, stop!
Snapping her thoughts back into the moment, her hand shifted to her pocket - fumbling for her phone. She didn't realize how much her hands were shaking until she tried to open it, it taking a half second longer than it normally would've on any other day.
If she could get even the smallest bar of signal, she could call Bulkhead for help, as while it'd be hard to track down where they were – as even she didn't know that – hopefully the Autobots would be able to work it out using the Control Panel and send a bridge!
Only-
No bars, and her battery was at a rather dismal 18% too - no doubt from trying to constantly find bars while they were out here in the middle of nowhere. That and uh, maybe she'd forgotten to charge it this morning but… she wasn't to know they'd end up getting chased by a Decepticon through the woods!
She wanted to rush over to try and help, and it was taking almost everything in her to remain where she was. There were plenty of decently sized rocks scattered around, if she could find one just big enough and throw it at the monster and- ugh, it'd do absolutely nothing of use. But she couldn't just stand here…
Slipping the pink flip phone safely back into her pocket, Miko remained still, with her back carefully against the tree to keep herself out of sight. She took deep, quiet breaths in an attempt to steady both her racing heart, and to also give herself a second to try and focus on what to even do here. They were alone, they couldn't call for help from the Autobots unless she ran and got lucky with some sort of signal…
The only silver lining was that hopefully nobody from their school group would venture out here and get themselves hurt, too, but even then… surely they'd both been noticed as missing by now?
Windshield didn't comment on Jack's injury at first. Instead, his optics circled around the environment one more time before settling on him again. Perhaps he was trying to see if Miko was still about, hiding somewhere, ready to be lured out into the open by the distressed words of her friend. Hopefully, she didn't run off to find help. That would be most inconvenient. But even now, Windshield couldn't see her, whether she was running or hiding, so no dice on either hypothesis.
Then, Jack it was, for now...
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,"he pursed his lips and pouted blithely,"You didn't say please, Jack."
He lifted the little human higher all of a sudden.
"Now, I'm going to ask nicely one more time: Give me that phone and nobody gets hurt," the agent continued in a much louder voice, his tone still playful but with a sharper edge to it—he was growing impatient and it showed. Clearly, he was banking on Miko still being within earshot. Those words were most definitely not meant for Jack—though he did squeeze his hand ever-so-slightly, enough to make him uncomfortable, when the word hurt left his mouth.
Maybe he wanted to force another yelp out of him for emphasis.
Either way, Windshield was most definitely not letting go of him, not for the time being. Instead, he set off with a casual saunter, walking over to a nearby stump of a once-mighty oak. There, he sat down with a loose plop, crossing his legs while keeping Jack away at a forearm's length. The rocking and swaying of a Cybertronian's walk cannot have been comfortable for the human—like being on an amusement ride with metal seats.
It wouldn't be much of a surprise if it made Jack queasy, but Windshield proceeded all the same. He turned to him again. Perhaps to kill the time while he waited for Miko to make her move, or simply because he relished the opportunity of a captive audience.
"I hope she likes you better than her little toy, 'cause I reallydon't like hurting kids, but, y'know..." He tapered off in that light theatrical manner of his, maintaining a coy simper, until...
There was an abrupt shift.
His optics narrowed, his eyebrows sunk, and he pulled Jack back in, much closer than he'd done before. His voice dropped several octaves. It made him sound so much older, almost like an entirely different person: "...doesn't mean I won't if she leaves me no choice."