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.
::Frag. That.:: Jazz returned, enough firm finality markers around the response to turn its implications into fact. ::Not buyin' that with any amount of cred.::
Jazz could hear "gah, I want/need this, but it's too complicated and might require me to talk about my FEELINGS, ew" loud and clear. Besides...Sides wouldn't be near as torqued off as he was if he didn't want something that Jazz wasn't giving him.
Jazz's visor glowed determinedly at Sideswipe. ::I know I'm not near enough, but I'm what you got, and y'know what? I'm your friend, and I'm not goin' away. Not lettin' you deal with this on your own. Don't care if you're mad at me. I am here for you and that's that. So you just think hard on what'll help you work through this, because I'm gonna ask it again when we're not in danger of ignoring your friend, there. M'here to help, Sides, so you better give me something to do, or I might start guessing, and we both know you don't want me to do that.::
<<I'm assuming that they're talking in supah-fast Cybertronian wifi, but feel free for Cat to speak up whenever seems right?>>
At that moment... for a long few moments actually, but at that moment she felt like whatever was holding everyone at arm’s length was being stretched thin. She heard their muffled voices from underneath Sideswipe’s palm, in that language she always felt at a loss of words to describe. But as musical as it sounded, even if she understood nothing, she couldn’t help but feel that maybe, a bit, Sides was not pleased.
So from inside, for a brief moment at that time, she had settled herself to leaning against the smooth black mesh of a wall of fingers. And listened, to the complicated click-whirs of their language.
Before long Sideswipe’s palm gave way to the rest of the cave, to Jazz, looking about as natural as he had when he first arrived. Granted... sober, it seemed.
So at that moment, the air seemed thinner than it should have been, and way tighter than either of them were letting on.
And she let it show, partly on her face, what she was thinking. Especially when Sides glanced her way; eyes narrowed and expression entirely unamused, it had a clear reading of ain’t-buyin’-that-look. The look lingered as she followed Sideswipe’s optics to Jazz, attempting to judge his expression, but all she could notice was the visor that seemed to glow a bit brighter than before.
It was like watching her cousins, she decided as she readjusted the magazine in her lap, folding over a new page, brow raised. Like watching her cousins have a ‘conversation’ about something she’d just as soon tune out, and linger only to make sure no one killed one another. Granted without the loud screaming and thrown objects.
(( Sorry about the pause/lateness from Cat! She's checkin' in :3 ))
//Aint no guessing game. I got a problem with one of your cohort. Period. Aint your problem to help me work out so drop it.//
Sideswipe regretted ever opening his fucking inter-bot radio frequency. Sunstreaker’s voice in his head telling him: Coulda told you THAT was gonna happen. and making him painfully aware that it wasn’t Sunstreaker saying it at all. How long had he known Jazz? Since pre-war Kaon. Long enough to know better; Jazz did diplomacy like humans did breathing and Sideswipe didn’t want diplomacy. He wanted someone who hated the Towers enough to watch them burn. No, he wanted someone who hated the Towers enough to take four dozen neo-military incendiary devices –weighing four techno-grams each, equipped with a fist-sized hexogene catalyst core flaked with nitroglycerin – and set those into the structural foundations of the building with the intent of obliterating them their shining structures to molten ruin.
He needed the mech who’d been at his side doing it.
“So, Cat, wanna watch Jazz set up security or do something fun?” His English was perfectly cheerful.
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::You're fragged off. Fine. M'still your friend, you glitch. I'll keep on doin' what friends do.:: Namely, making sure that Sideswipe didn't feel alone. He wasn't who Sideswipe really needed, but he could at least provide distraction from that fact.
Jazz imagined that this was going to involve getting punched a lot, but this was a fair trade, he figured. He'd long ago accepted that getting punched was a sacrifice he made for being friends with the twins.
C'mon, Sunny. Enough beauty sleep. Up and at 'em, Sunshine.
Jazz rolled his optics at Sideswipe for Cat's benefit, then looked over and smiled at the human, who was still looking semi-suspiciously at the two of them. And wished that Cat had a comm. Take care of him, he'd tell her. Especially when he starts being a grouchy fragger.
Maybe she had an email....
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2012 22:41:30 GMT -5 by Deleted
Jazz's smile received the same look she gave Sides, but because all she had were suspicions and very little else, and because at least Sides seemed quite ready for a change of scenery, she played off his question.
"Fun doesn't include poking 'Shot with a stick, Sides." She said, folding the magazine over finally (she'd glanced at the pictures enough..) and setting it aside before raising her arms high into the air in a stretching gesture, a grin wide on her face. "Let's go do fun things!" And before he completely left the room, called back to Jazz. "Thanks for the security work, Jazz. See ya later." She left him with a smile before turning her focus back on Sides as they parted ways.