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.
Her optics widen ever so slight, the only indication of surprise at Barricade’s straightforwardness. So accustomed she was to Barricade’s words being skewed in any possible direction, she just took his words at face value. If his twisted ways got her into hot water on mission, she’d just smack him for letting it happened later. She never bothered to pry to make sense of the complicated puzzle, called Barricade.
Arcee swirled the remains of her drink in front of her, staring hard at it.
“Given the fact you’re asking me this yourself and not blackmailing ‘Gate to back off,” she contemplated, raising the glass and tossing back the high grade, and meeting the infiltrator’s unrelenting optics without flinching. “I’ll give you a hit upside of the helm to bring you back to reality, if that’s what you need.”
There was a shadow in the glyphs of the word. The infiltrator regarded his teammate with a kind of perfect and almost serene calm, his head tilted slightly aside in a way that might have been just a little eerie to a mechanoid who didn’t know him very well… or to some who knew him very well. The dark-plated law bot continued to look at Arcee, for a moment, not elaborating on the directive though the grammar markers indicated that he was, perhaps, going to qualify the statement. Around them, the sub-harmonic buzz of EM fields jostled, the noisy rise of Cybertronian voices, all dialects, seemed to both deafen the room and fade away to a very far murmur – making the two of them the middle of some extremely narrow foci.
“Pray I never get that bored,” said the infiltrator. He got up from the bar and lifted the short-range jammer field he’d been emitting for privacy sake. Then, over his shoulder, like a promise: “See you later, Arcee.”
Then Barricade was gone.
((OOC: fin?))
Last Edit: Sept 2, 2012 14:18:50 GMT -5 by Deleted