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'd had every intention of doing the responsible thing and walking away, but when Optimus took her hand Elita stopped at once. She thought Optimus had something else to impart - more information, even just a warning - but he only watched her face a moment before letting her go. There was no sign of what he was looking for, or if he found it.
Elita was hit by a painful nostalgia. She remembered when they first met, when Optimus was only an archivist and she only a novice; their world intact, history theirs to explore. No war. No factions. No walls between them. What would they do together, if their respective responsibilities didn't pull them away? What would they be able to say?
Acting on impulse - and on some small form of rebellion against the universe - Elita bent swiftly and brushed a kiss over the top of Optimus's helm. The gesture was part reassurance, part benediction, and - Elita hoped - expressed a small part of everything she wished she were free to say.
She backed away, smiling sadly, and turned to allow Arcee to escort her out.