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.
“I think that’s a very noble cause!” said Bumblebee instantly.
His previous gloom cleared up very nicely at the mild contact energy from Airazor’s touch his arm. He looked up from where he’d been staring vaguely at the floor, brief sadness subsumed his in willingness to abandon that train of memory for the possibility of blowing something up. Though it wasn’t brought up very much, Cliffjumper had been one of Bumblebee’s teammates for very long time and his not being around was… well he still forgot he was dead sometimes. He’d think things in terms of whether or not Cliffjumper might not like to hear about that… and then he’d remember and the glitter of whatever it had been would suddenly be gone.
“Blowing stuff up! A noble Autbot tradition! Also: For Science!” He beamed up at Rhinox and Rattrap. “If we say it’s for science I’m sure Optimus will let us off the hook. He loves science stuff. Also, books.”
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2012 3:40:43 GMT -5 by bumblebee
Rhinox filed that away in his memory. Optimus likes science stuff and books - clearly a vital strategy for Operation: Get Optimus To Smile. He would add it to his repertoire.
"It is for science," he declared. "And also for vital weapons research. And blowing slag up good. I don't see how Prime could possibly argue."
Airazor shook her head at her companions, fairly certain they were over-estimating the Prime's willingness to let them blow slag up with no better reason than For Science. While one generally didn't become an engineer without thinking I want to see what happens was a perfectly good reason for chaos and destruction, civilians - by which she meant non-engineers - seldom saw it that way.
"We should focus on the weapons research, and pretend we have a goal for it," she reminded her cohortmates. "Remember how the commander always used to ask why we needed to repeat our testing so many times? He never once accepted, 'look at that explosion' as a good enough reason."
“Yeeeah, you’re right,” said Bee, and though he was not physically capable of pouting his managed it pretty well, though it was mostly entirely faux-pouting. As long as it didn’t hurt anyone, Optimus wouldn’t punish them…seriously. Or at least in Bumblebee’s opinion he would not, based on his pervious experienced with not being punished for a lot of his shenanigans around the base. It was more than entirely possible that he was exploiting his position as youngest on the team to get away with slag but, again, it didn’t hurt anyone soooo… he perked up.
“But if we have a good *reason* for the explosions then it’s good right?”