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.
Steelstrike noted Javelin's nod to the bartender, though he hadn't made any such motions of thanks, himself. The mech would have to be happy with being paid.
And if it hadn't been wise to avoid any unnecessary unpleasantness and maybe come to the bar again, he'd have avoided even that. Neutrals made his plating crawl almost worse than Autobots. Speaking of which.... there was still an Autobot in the vicinity.
His gaze switched from watching the bartender, back to Javelin, this time almost thoughtfully, studying her frame as if to try and discern exactly what her alt mode was. "...You haven't drunk as much as I have. Probably because you're smaller." He said, nodding sagely, as if he was the premier expert on what frames could handle. "Bet you're better at driving through tunnels."
He paused, then added, on a completely different topic, "....Have any humans tried to touch you?"
Didn't organics make everyone's plating itch?
It was something to consider, and in Steelstrike's (okay, overcharged) processor, it made sense.
Another long, long pause, before he finally rose (though in all honesty, it was more a lurch) to his pedes, swaying a moment before straightening to his full height, wings fanning out. "I should... fly ba- away. Don't follow me."
While Javelin had been drinking, she hadn't had as much as Steel. She was feeling a bit of a buzz, but that was about it.
She peered at him curiously after he made the observation that she had a smaller frame than him. Javelin wondered for a second if some great wonderful insight was going to follow that, and when it didn't, she felt oddly disappointed.
Tunnels? Well....he was a flyer. What was he even doing trying to go through a tunnel in the first place?
"Touch me? No, I haven't really encountered any..."
Javelin watched him stand, leaning away a little as his wings took up space.
"I can't follow you. I can't fly." Javelin thought it might be best to just be....clear on that. In case he somehow got the idea later she was, in fact, following him.
She wouldn't admit it, but she was actually a little tempted to go watch him attempt to fly while drunk, but she remained where she was.
She finished her drink, sliding the empty glass back to the 'tender, and asked how much she owed. She glanced at Steelstrike again, wondering if he was going to say goodbye, or if she should. It felt....weird...but it felt strange just ending the conversation.
Steelstrike was briefly distracted by the transformation sequence in his arm- though fortunately he didn't *actually* transform to his alt inside- before his attention (mostly) returned to the other in the room.
That Neutral bartender didn't count.
He'd been following a train of thought, or trying to.... For some reason, the world was just slightly tilted to the left in such a way his attention kept returning to the way the floor had shifted. Huh. Had something happened?
All the more reason to return back to the place serving as the temporary Decepticon base, to see if anything had happened.
This... This whole encounter had been unbelievably strange. "Watch where you drive." he returned, finally, as well, before turning to depart.
Javelin watched the Decepticon leave. It felt weird. She had literally just sat down and talked and drank with a 'Con. No one had tried to kill the other.
She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. It was almost like she felt guilty, but....she had been tired. She had spent a long time without the company of other Cybertronians, and she had been almost desperate just to talk to another of her kind. Even a 'Con.
Shrugging internally, she watched him until he walked out of sight, then stretched. She needed a good recharge, and hopefully, tomorrow would be one step closer to feeling a little more....normal.