[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Dropped Opportunity [Open]
May 28, 2021 1:32:53 GMT -5
Post by Cintra on May 28, 2021 1:32:53 GMT -5
At the sound of footfalls, Cintra's helm crooked to the side a small amount, picking up on the noise in an instant among the rock of Blackridge. The heavy thrum of each stride... the reverberation that came from an individual with some notable heft... at first, she may be inclined to believe Flux had been seeking her out through this series of tunnels, however that was most certainly not the case. Each Cybertronian seemed to have a sort of 'signature' in the way they walked, and she was rather familiar with his own gait. She truly didn't know who this was, and yet she still didn't know who it was even when she pivoted about face to look.
Some mech, chunky in build with a good deal of height and overall mass that surpassed her own twenty times over. He was taller than Flux even! Though she knew a lot of his overall bulk came with the added jet wings that created an illusion atop an already large Cybertronian. She almost double took a second at this, gawking up at him as he stood down the hall away from Starscream and herself as if debating if he should walk over or not.
Cintra couldn't blame him for being intimidated by their acting Lord!
Orange optics watched the unknown Cybertronian approach, his steps cautious and calculated as if what he was carrying was some sort of bomb. For all she knew it was though, and they could all combust should it be jostled or were to drop it. Yet, that didn't seem to deter her in any way shape or form, nor make her nervous, listening to his question intently. In a typical scenario, Cintra would bark out a response that was chirping and happy, take charge and decide for herself, however this was no normal situation. It certainly wasn’t normal for her to be around High Command. So, her immediate impulse was dropped, and her helm whipped around to look back at Starscream for guidance.
Alright. Help what's-his-name after what's-his-name helps her finish the lightbulb thing. This was a simple enough order, one Cintra would have no issues tackling head first, and probably would have no more issues now that she knew what she was dealing with. It wasn't anything profoundly complex to start, though it could go sideways if this other mech had a more complicated task. Either way, the moment Starscream gave his instruction, Cintra snapped her arm back up into a salute, before she fully spun about once again. She proudly stepped towards Downfall with zero fear if he could be one of the angry grr-grr types that may rather slap her away. He did offer to help, did he not? That meant he wasn't such an individual, and if he turned out he was that type, she wasn't above lashing back.
Plunking herself down to stand somewhat at his side as if they were suddenly close partners in crime, Cintra spun back around to face Starscream, looking all pleased with herself.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
Some mech, chunky in build with a good deal of height and overall mass that surpassed her own twenty times over. He was taller than Flux even! Though she knew a lot of his overall bulk came with the added jet wings that created an illusion atop an already large Cybertronian. She almost double took a second at this, gawking up at him as he stood down the hall away from Starscream and herself as if debating if he should walk over or not.
Cintra couldn't blame him for being intimidated by their acting Lord!
Orange optics watched the unknown Cybertronian approach, his steps cautious and calculated as if what he was carrying was some sort of bomb. For all she knew it was though, and they could all combust should it be jostled or were to drop it. Yet, that didn't seem to deter her in any way shape or form, nor make her nervous, listening to his question intently. In a typical scenario, Cintra would bark out a response that was chirping and happy, take charge and decide for herself, however this was no normal situation. It certainly wasn’t normal for her to be around High Command. So, her immediate impulse was dropped, and her helm whipped around to look back at Starscream for guidance.
Alright. Help what's-his-name after what's-his-name helps her finish the lightbulb thing. This was a simple enough order, one Cintra would have no issues tackling head first, and probably would have no more issues now that she knew what she was dealing with. It wasn't anything profoundly complex to start, though it could go sideways if this other mech had a more complicated task. Either way, the moment Starscream gave his instruction, Cintra snapped her arm back up into a salute, before she fully spun about once again. She proudly stepped towards Downfall with zero fear if he could be one of the angry grr-grr types that may rather slap her away. He did offer to help, did he not? That meant he wasn't such an individual, and if he turned out he was that type, she wasn't above lashing back.
Plunking herself down to stand somewhat at his side as if they were suddenly close partners in crime, Cintra spun back around to face Starscream, looking all pleased with herself.
"Is there anything else I can do?"