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.
"Like the war? Kinda overlooking our big grudge-match there, mech." Fairwinds grinned in that rounded-cheekplate, painfully-angular way particular to avian cassettes. It delighted her that Rhinox had engaged so thoughtfully into her conversation starter, but he was so naive, bless'im.
Raising her wings high behind her helm, she stretched before twirling off the rake handle to land with a puff of dirt on her back. Fanning out, she spent a few seconds scuffing out a dirt-angel and staring up at the sky. "Lord Megatron's interested in their evolution, and is kind of encouraging of it. Y'know, in that way that not snuffing something that's different and spewing the native memes and collecting stuff is encouraging." She fell still with a thoughtful little sound. "There's just not the time to do all that social study stuff. Steve, Atrachus, Mustang - they've all got jobs to do, and no one's been able to predict which drones will awaken or why. Just that they do. And it might have something to do with Happy Meal toys and arcade tickets and oscillating fans."
"Every chance I can," Rhinox agreed without shame, smiling gently at Fairwinds' antics in the dirt. "I didn't think anyone would have the time to run any decent studies on the subject of spontaneous sentience, really. I was just daydreaming."
'What if there was no war' was something Rhinox daydreamed about a lot. Most people did, he was sure, Autobots and Decepticons alike, at least from time to time. What would happen if they all just - stopped fighting? What would everyone want to do? Most, he was sure, would want to begin rebuilding Cybertron. Some would want to go back to the old careers they had before the war, perhaps. As for Rhinox - he missed Cybertron, of course he did, but it would be very difficult to leave Earth. There was still so, so much to learn.
Rhinox let his flowers be in favor of leaning back, feeling the sun on his face and the dirt beneath his knees. Is it any wonder this planet inspires sapience, he thought, warm and content for just that moment.
'Daydreaming' was a weird term, Fairwinds decided as she watched a dark shape circle high above them. Some kind of vulture, she guessed, foregoing a scan to enjoy the mystery.
"I think about stuff like that, too." Not the subject of spontaneous sentience, in particular, but indulging in idle reveries. "I have a cupboard in Master's quarters where I keep all of my favourite things. It's got lots and lots of different perches which I hang things from, and there're loads of shelves of my treasures, and at the top there're these fairy lights which, if you squint, kinda look like our old skyscape. I like sitting in there when I'm not working or playing or gardening or watching movies or docked."
Fairwinds stilled, toes curling into tight balls for a vent-cycle before relaxing again. It had been a long time since she'd last docked into the overhang of her Master's chassis. Since Megatron had resumed command of the battered Nemesis and dived into managing repairs, their work cycles had been wildly out of synch. The only time the cassette was able to dock was when they were both going to recharge, and there was hardly any rhythm to their schedules lately.
Nor would there be until the fuel shortage had been resolved, ship-wide repairs completed, Eradicon forces replenished, and flier decoys rotated off. Fairwinds hoped that after all that, the renewed search for the Autobot base and ongoing efforts to crush their Autobot foes would take place on a more office-hours basis.
She twisted her body in the dirt, still flat to the ground, to look at the upside-down Autobot sitting nearby. "And now I have our garden to sit in, too, which is awesome. 'Cause there's stuff here that I can't have in my cupboard."
"Like Spiney?" Rhinox guessed, without glancing at Fairwinds. His sense of her field told him her location and movements - and the lack of anything an Autobot need worry about in her intentions, at least immediately. For now, her intentions were the same as his, to enjoy gardening time; and things were peaceful.
"I haven't decorated my quarters yet. Not much time." Rattrap had decorated, if you could call it that, and Airazor had a few photographs of the Axalon crew on display, but their quarters were connected but not shared and so Rhinox did not benefit from either of their interior design efforts. "I probably ought to, since it looks like I'm here to stay for a while. Though," he admitted with a chuckle, "I stayed on the Axalon for a good long while, and I never did get around to decorating my quarters there either. Not unless an ever-shifting collection of half-finished projects counts."
Mentioning the Axalon didn't count as giving away information - the Decepticon intel files had that much information on him, at least.
Fairwinds lay quiet and still for several seconds, watching some vacant patch of sky. She knew of the Axalon - she'd looked up everything about Rhinox as soon as she'd confirmed his designation, though felt a strange pang of guilt immediately afterwards that she still hadn't figured out. Personal details, like his gardening hobby and that he wasn't one for decorating his living spaces, were becoming pleasant discoveries on top of the standard Decepticon intel'.
"I can't imagine you in battle," she uttered, quiet enough that he could politely ignore it if he chose. The cassette frowned at herself, at that ridiculous statement. "Which is stupid because you have chainguns."