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.
Rain sat up to continue the deeper conversation with Jazz and give the respect he deserved. She simply pivoted at the waist, with her long peddes behind her, she had sufficient leverage for the motion to not need her hands to push up from the ground.
“Honestly it does make sense on some level, like us silly airheads and our wind currents, you understand it on a more instinctual level. I know I will never get it the way you do, but I'm all for making the effort. Music is good for the spark after all and I'm always keen to learn.” Her tone was happy and positive, since she could not convey her grin. She tried to understand what Jazz was describing and mostly she got it. On an intellectual level, she could accept what others could do with music that she never could though she really did need to hear some examples. She made a few notes on her datapad along the lines of what to research and what to listen for.
“OK so A, what can you recommend for my listening pleasure and expansion of musical horizons, and Two, what's next? You mentioned other types of jazz”. Rain clearly wanted more, not in the least daunted by Jazz’s rambling. The natural socialite in her knew to engage the passion of others.
She was one hundred percent fully awake and mentally engaged. Any thought of meditation completely blown away by the winds of intellectual growth.
Jazz knew when he was rambling, and she had made the mistake of asking him about music. While he did enjoy being a chatterbox about things he had a passion for, he also didn't like to make it a one-sided conversation. He smirked and dimmed his visor, then propped his servos behind him as he leaned back and rested on them.
"Now now, enough about me. I can direct ya to some other kinds of things later and tell ya the best jams to listen to in a jif. For now, why don't ya tell me about some of the things that you like?"
He was curious about her situation. He wasn't bothered by it now, as he hadn't been earlier when he'd first engaged with her. There was the inkling to ask about it because it was just the nature of the beast to figure out what she had done to deserve what she was now, but he also knew that prying into the purse of a lady wasn't a gentleman thing to do. If she wanted to tell him, she would on her own without a prompt. For now they were just enjoying civil conversation and it didn't need to get more serious than that.
Rain gently chuckled at Jazz’s insistence of changing the topic to herself. She had actually enjoyed listening to him ramble, so light sparked and easy going. The flier laid back once more, adjusting her legs so they were lying straight tout rather than tucked underneath her. She placed the datapad flat on her abdominal plating and dimmed her optic and lost herself in thought.
“The list of things I enjoy isn't too short just so you know.” And not everything she would share except with the most intimate company. “If I fly you through the big one, everything else will pale so skip it for now…so I love flying but that’s loving being alive...love music but you know that now. Ok, I love animals, sub-sentient creatures. Life simply existing in a myriad of forms, simply because it can. All of it entirely absent of malice or evil. It’s innocent unlike us. Oh sure ten to fifteen percent will kill to survive, but that's it, to survive, no hatred at all.” Now she was in full ramble mode and picking up momentum. “Before the war, I even became an animal right activist...and that leads into the story of this.” Rain pointed at her face. “So in the time before time, I was a fashion designer. Paint jobs to full frame aesthetic mods, nothing deep mind you, just surface stuff, well back then I looked like this.” On Rain’s sternum, two plates drew apart revealing the quad lenses of her projector. From this she projected a slightly transparent hologram of herself from just before she started in with her animal fixation.
The hologram was about one third scale of Rain in standard standing straight pose. Her head was completely different, twin blue optics, a content smile with thin lips, extravagant finials on the sides. She was still blue and white and silver, but reformatting had changed many of her lines though not her proportions or frame. It was still her but not her anymore. She closed it down after about ten seconds.
“I thought I was beauty personified, Primus’s gift to civilisation. I made my shanix by helping others reach their spark’s desire in the mirror. Shallow, egotistical, vain as a frag. Just a typical toweling party femme. A lot of that changed when I went on my first and last turbo-fox hunt. I didn't have the gears for it. I couldn't swallow such blatant desecration of innocent life when it was right in front of me like that. It started a change. So I joined an activist group, helped lead and finance even. But with my ego still at the fore, I thought I sway the masses and persuade other towerling and bright-plates to stop the abuse. I was wrong. For the crime of inciting riots...and being way too prideful, I got his new face.” Rain paused in self reflection. “The punishment...well, it worked. I fell from the height of my pride and stumbled along the long path of humility. I honestly believe I am a better being now.” Another Long pause before she piped up again still with her easy going tone. “I also like dawn and dusk on this planet, such true natural beauty.”