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.
“Yes, mom,” said Sideswipe, as obnoxiously as physically possible.
He appropriated the human term for parentage exclusively for its appeal to the human the fact that is was relevant in more ways than usual for the surly medic, who looked like she wished he were back within swatting range. He evaded her death glare by promptly bursting apart at his seams and folding into a bright red and incredibly shiny looking Lamborghini. He flashed his head lights at Cat before popping his door open.
“Quickly!” he said in Italian. “We can flee before she decides ta do somethin’ worse than make us clean!”
She nabbed one more quick glance up at Cleaver, doing her level best to conceal her grin. As always, it managed to show, and as always everything she left unspoken was hidden within it. We'll get it done, promise. "Ti amo, Cleaver."
Her trot picked up to a jog as she slid into the driver's seat, barely concealing a giggle before the door slammed shut. And well into skidding out of Control before she added lowly in Italian. "I won, by the way." They had some long hours of work... might as well start a friendly argument.