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.
De-escalate. This whole thing needed to backpeddle NOW, for both their sakes, or it was going to be one of them and it wasn't going to be pretty and it was going to leave slag all nothing left of even a professional relationship, never mind the easy camaraderie of casual friendship that they'd had.
He didn't want Blaster as an enemy for a lot of different reasons, but slag if the mech wasn't good at punching buttons when he was up in a temper, and Ironhide could admit he had more buttons, closer to the surface, then he'd had in the past. The system sweepers had reset a lot of things, though, and he could feel some of the anger draining back.
He rubbed at his arm, over the area he'd been working on, stabilizer still misaligned, flux in his struts, and the whole of it aching. The huffed exvent he made had some real amusement in it. "Proof Ah need t' update mah defenses," he admitted, then nodded his head towards Blaster. "An' proof yeh need t' do a couple refresher close combat courses on duckin' an' takin' an impact." He shifted his hand from arm to face, rubbing a thumb ruefully over the ridge of an optic where the tension torque was starting to ache as well, and cycled a deeper ventilation. "Ah didn't rattle yeh too loose, did Ah?"
Ironhide snorted. "Ratch'll rant an' yell about it regardless of what condition yeh walk into medbay in. Started doin' half mah own body work just t' avoid it."
Exventing slowly, he ran a few more system checks, letting it smooth frame and field both back to something resembling calm. "Ah'm sorry," he said, and this time there was nothing but sincerity in it. "Look, Blaster - we don't have t' see optic t' optic on this and yeh don't have t' lie for meh. Ah wouldn't expect that of yeh. But if yeh can keep yer silence an' let meh sort this-" with Optimus, oh Primus "-in mah own time, Ah'd appreciate it."