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.
She could feel it. That sensation fluttering up from her gut as if she were overlooking a cliff face and about to jump into the ocean below. That feeling of she shouldn't, but would anyway. The same feeling she felt because she reached inside that overheated chamber, and God would it be the end of her one day. She could be a bitch. She could be tough and play agitated. But only for so long. Then she started to feel bad, regret it, then she was met with life stories, and… now that she knew she was a Mom, she couldn't help but make a connection. She was a sucker for heart-to-hearts.
She loosed a sigh, dropping her eyes and looking away in almost a defeated way. 'Sorry, Cade… But it's not really telling anyone, if I don't use names and keep it vague.. Right?' "I can't… say he won't get into trouble. I mean we're involved with giant robo--" She rolled her eyes skyward, that wouldn't help. Starting over, she dropped her tone slightly, facing her eyes directly to June. "Unless he makes a habit of trying to fix overheated systems…? I'm pretty sure …he won't ever encounter what I encountered. It was a split-second decision, that's it, so it's not like he'll trip and land in a heater." 'O Dio, I suck at this.' "I know I don't know the Autobots as well as you do, but they seem like a good bunch… I mean, you wouldn't still be here if you didn't see something in them, too, right?"
“They are good bunch,” said June calmly. “Their problems just tend to be bigger than us and the problem with fixing troubles like that…” June took Cat’s other arm, started applying the ointment at her shoulder, gently moving down to her elbow and the blisters of her forearms, still hot with the lingering burn of blood rushed to the burn and the heat of whatever did the damage. “Fixing their problems tends to take every we got, Catherine.” She looked up at her. “And I won’t lie: It’s already taken everything from a few.”
June finished with the anti-biotic and reached for the gauze, unwinding the first clean roll. She thought of Delta Team, Fowler’s lost military personnel and Ray and as she wound the bandages loose but secure around Cat’s arm she knew that she had her doubts. Fairwinds had instilled a few, or at least tempered into fine points the doubts she’d previously held. She wondered when the Autobots, through no intent or fault or malice of their own design, would end up calling on her or Jack or Fowler or any of them for more than they could give?
And June knew already that some of them would give it, and gladly, for love of them. She shook her head. “How’d you meet Cleaver?”
Quietly she listened, concentrating on not wincing and letting the pain medications kick in instead. Something seemed… off, and a single glance up at June's face wouldn't give her the answers she wanted to know. There were things, many and more things than just Barricade, that she didn't know. Taken everything.. from who? What did she mean?
Silence lapsed between then, Cat not speaking until the first roll had been finished. "She picked me up on the side of the road. My car broke down outside of Jasper, she was grounded with a leak, and we just kind of crossed paths… I'd already been walking for something like 2 miles at high noon, so I wasn't in great shape. She took me back to her ship gave me some water, money.. wound up having a place to stay and.." She shrugged. "Here we are."
“I got kidnapped,” said June mildly, “by a giant head-hunting spider-legged psychopath who is ostensibly the archenemy of my son’s motorcycle guardian, Arcee. Raf and Jack met the Autobots when the Bee, Arcee and Bulkhead and a pair of Decepicons landed on them.” And Ray was chased down by a killer police car who was, possibly, tortured to death for his crimes by the ostensible good guys. Wow. I like the word ‘ostensible’. It needs to stop being relevant. “So in terms of first-contact,” she went on, “you had a relatively boring experience. I suppose the universe couldn’t allow you to get away unscathed.”
June started on Cat’s other arm. “Cleaver have a crew of her own that you’ve met?” One of 'em do this? she wondered.
"Not so much a crew… more like tenants, I guess." The wraps felt clumsy, odd… numb now that the pain meeds were kicking in, but strangely still throbbing, simply because she knew she should be feeling it that way. 'If I hadn't met him that one time… Might not be.' It was a strange, absent-like feeling. She didn't regret it, nor did she particularly enjoy it she just.. wasn't solid on how she felt about the entire thing. 'If I hadn't climbed on him.' She was learning, quickly, just how ignorant she was. It was irritating.
"Not really enough to be a crew either. They're pretty, " 'Uh..' "Nice to be around." 'Well he didn't actually squish me yet, so it isn't a complete[/i] lie.'[/i] "Making friends, being good roomies, all that jazz." She flexed the fingers very slightly on her completely wrapped arm, refocusing on the slick areas that had yet to be covered on the other arm. "About how long does it take burns like this to heal? 'Couple weeks?"
“Generally, yes, a couple weeks. Just keep the gauze clean and refrain from having any more ‘lab accidents’,” said June dryly. She checked her work briefly before nodding and giving up Cat’s wrist. “You’re good to go.” She picked up a small first aid kit full of the anti-biotics and pain pills Cat might need for further care. “You shouldn’t need a change of bandages unless you’re planning to shower, but you might just want to stink for a little bit until those burns have a little time to heal up. If you’re keeping the company of Cybertronians, most of them don’t have super sensitive olfactory systems so… win, win I guess.”
She handed the kit to Cat with an apologetic kind of smile. “Welcome to the world of giant robots from space. Would you like some tea?”
((OOC: can keep talking or assume they become pals out of scene. :3))
"I've had to go a week without shower or bed on a few occasions. I'll be alright." She gripped the kit awkwardly, shifting it into the oversized satchel purse that never seemed to leave her shoulder. Half an hour ago, gripping it might have hurt, but the medicine was kicking in with a delightful buzz that calmed her nerves and pushed the freak-out gnawing on the edges of her mind away. "Tea.. would be awesome." She wasn't quite drowsy yet. But she knew in less than an hour she might be clonked out on that couch just over head, and a soothing cup of tea while she was still conscious of it would be more than welcome.
Rising up with a small stretch of her legs, she returned a smile, not bothering to adjust the glasses that had drifted down her nose. "Thanks, June."