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.
Cleaver considered her blade twisting thoughtfully against the floor, remembering warm hands and hot pulses running over the flat planes. She'd found more than she would have ever dared ask for with the red mech - enough to passive-aggressively fight to keep by putting down solid roots on this planet. Ironhide had also instilled her with fresh energy, and Cat a fresh sense of purpose beyond mere survival.
And Primus help her was seizing it with both servos and scratching the optics out of anyone who tried to take it away.
A shorter reverie, but one that had left Shadow waiting once again. Cleaver sent glyphs for apology and processor wandered, privately conceding that she was tireder than she'd thought.
"It won't be so bad. The hardest part's been done, and with a mine I've got the energon to trade for help in getting the place set up and running." An optical flicker, knowing. "Specifically, I've energon and a still, and High Grade in exchange for manual labour is a time-honoured tradition."
"Still's the most important part of any Autobot base," Shadow said with a grin, leaning back to once again curl comfotably in her seat. "I'd have been shocked if that wasn't true across the board."
She let the conversation lull, optics studying the far wall. It was fairly obvious, now that she was somewhere quiet and relatively comfortable, weariness was catching up with Cleaver, and really, there was no reason for Shadow to be there beyond her own desire to meet the other femme. Jazz certainly wasn't going to complain if she left Cleaver alone here to get some rest, not when there was literally no way out of the rec room which wasn't monitored (mostly as a form of Miko-proofing the place). In fact, the only thing she could imagine Jazz complaining about was not being here to meet Cleaver himself, which was why she had no intention of being the one to tell him about this unscheduled visit; it wasn't as if she'd done any harm, since Cleaver had no idea that she had any ties to the cohort, and it was far too late to second guess herself anyway.
"I'm sorry; I meant to let you relax, not quiz you about your plans," she said after a few moments, ducking her head sheepishly, apology in her field. "Would you like me to go so you can get some rest?"
((OOC: Feel free to puppet Shadow a bit so Cleaver can get back to medbay and wrap the scene))
Cleaver held up a blade a little in time with a field-pulse of assurance, setting it back firmly into the floor and easing herself back onto her pedes. Her sideseam pulled with a sharp sting that threaded outwards through neural lines and raw protoform alike, but it had felt a lot worse. "No, but you could walk me back to the 'bay. Can catch a light 'charge hooked up to Ratchet's equipment. Just in case."
Shadow agreed to the proposal with a smile, motioning towards the door before falling into step with the larger femme's pedes. Cleaver found that her field continued to thread easily with the Autobot's, a curiosity that she was too tired to speculate upon for the time being. The young 'bot had made her feel welcome, unwound a tightness she hadn't thought could be eased inside a military base, and done it all with apparently very little effort.
<<OOC: le fin - left it open in case we want to back-reference anything afterwards in a future scene. ^^>>