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 knew that Moonshot was there before she'd fully onlined. There were no knotted threads, no sickly trickle-back of semiprocessed energon, and her frame actually felt rested. The long of her arm pulled the mech a little closer as she stirred, optics spiraling alight.
"Mornin'."
Moonshot grunted/mumbled something and she smiled over his helm. It was a part of carrying that having the sire in close proximity made the manufacturing process a lot smoother. There was no thought required to synchronise with the other spark that had participated in the nuclear reaction that created the life. In Ironhide's absence, any mecha close was a comfort.
The musician had been coming into her quarters during the night a few times a week for the last month, slotting himself between hers frame and the wall like a heat-seeking cat. Easing away from Moonshot with a rumble of hot air, Cleaver arched out some of the kinks in her backstrut.
"How're you doing for fuel?"
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2013 20:12:20 GMT -5 by Deleted