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still_learning2015-12-03 05:16 pm
[video]
[This is just a little ridiculous. At first, it was confusing and even a little enjoyable. Random organic food items falling from the sky? Some of it energon? Who was he to turn down a meal if the world was up for feeding him? But it was stuff of the miasma, no doubt about it. The only thing that had really convinced him to want to consume any of it was the sight of his companion dragon sniffling at a bit of turkey leg before gnawing it to pieces. After that, Jetstorm had hoarded it and would continue to hoard it, in case it became necessary to have more.]
[But this really was ridiculous. The storm, if it could be called that, worsened, dropping more and more food in heavier and heavier quantities until finally, it was at a point where Jetstorm feared to leave his own room. This is why there is now a forlorn, pale little face staring out at the city from his window, looking at all of the mixed nommies covering most everything and fretting so! He turns toward the drone thing and realizes it's been recording him. Again. But rather than argue with it, he turns it into a request.]
Is everyone alright out there? I thought this was all going to be okay until... this.
[The dragon appears from off screen to rear up and put forepaws on Jetstorm's chest, chirring and warbling incessantly. Jetstorm offers it a hand to pet and a tiny smile. He's okay. He really is. He's just worried. And dragon knows.]
[But this really was ridiculous. The storm, if it could be called that, worsened, dropping more and more food in heavier and heavier quantities until finally, it was at a point where Jetstorm feared to leave his own room. This is why there is now a forlorn, pale little face staring out at the city from his window, looking at all of the mixed nommies covering most everything and fretting so! He turns toward the drone thing and realizes it's been recording him. Again. But rather than argue with it, he turns it into a request.]
Is everyone alright out there? I thought this was all going to be okay until... this.
[The dragon appears from off screen to rear up and put forepaws on Jetstorm's chest, chirring and warbling incessantly. Jetstorm offers it a hand to pet and a tiny smile. He's okay. He really is. He's just worried. And dragon knows.]