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.
So far Bluestreak had been relatively well behaved, dropping Thing incident aside. This how ever could not last forever.
For a while ou was happy to again play with the Thing for an hour or so before hir attention began to wander again. Optics setting on the security console and it's vast array of very tempting buttons.
Cooing softly ou leaned out as far as ou could and reached. Little fingers reaching out to press some of those buttons.
Red Alert had no doubt that Bluestreak would break hir run of good behavior eventually, though, he honestly hadn't expected hir to behave hirself for as long as ze did. An hour, as far as he knew, was practically an entirety to a sparkling, so it was to Bluestreak's credit that ze was able to entertain hirself with hir toy and withhold hirself from mischief for that long.
(Admittedly, Red Alert himself may have played a small part in keeping hir entertained, by occasionally bouncing hir on his knee---not that he was actively trying to do so, mind you. It was just a fortunate coincidence that his restless knee-bouncing habit, when combined with a sparkling, became something of a game.)
Unfortunately for Bluestreak, ze, being an infant, was not nearly sneaky enough to reach the buttons ze so much wanted to press undetected. Ze may have succeeded with less watchful mech, but against Red Alert, who's very name hinted at his obsessive unparalleled vigilance, ze didn't stand a chance. He noticed hir tiny little hand reaching out towards the console a split second after ze stretched out hir arm, and he promptly halted hir efforts to press those enticingly-shiny buttons by quickly but lightly wrapping his hand around hir own.
“--No.” he said, his tone firm, almost sharp. He gently pulled hir hand back, away from the control panel, before leaning forwards slightly so he could look at hir more directly, and make sure he had hir attention. When he spoke again, his tone was no longer sharp, but it had lest non of its earlier firmness.
“Those aren't for you to play with.”
This was a gross understatement, of course, but Red Alert doubted a sparkling would be able to comprehend a more complex reprimand.
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2013 15:46:38 GMT -5 by Deleted