[Accidental Video] Backdating this sucker by at least a week omg

[notyourblueangel]

Okay . . . First-Forged aren't here. How the frag am I not still dead?

[Guess who took enough fireworks to the cockpit to punch through his spark chamber? Same mech who's sitting on his berth looking like he's got the MOTHER OF ALL PROCESSOR ACHES, with worried, chirping robo-firelizards around him.]

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[Action] - don't mind the rather not-quite-appropriate icon.

[notyourblueangel]

((ooc: I let his paid run out and now all I've got are this, his default, and all the crack icons. >,>))


[Thundercracker shifts, the fire-lizards on his wings and vents twitching and chirping as they rebalance.]

No one was there when I woke up. I just found myself on the berth in my apartment.

As for the Glyphs . . . they were energy signs embedded on someone's surface, usually on a shoulder. There were five that I know of, each denoting a different First-Forged. Mine marked me as . . . "belonging", for lack of a better word, to Alpha Trion. A little of his power bound to my spark - or whatever - somehow kept me from being driven violently psychotic by the energies of the Lambda that tainted me by having been pulled here through it. Same for everyone else. Apparently, we'd arrive somewhere in the junkyard directly below the Lambda - where the Warehouse is now - and acolytes of the one of the First-Forged would find us and take us back to their temple, where we were bound to the First-Forged before we gained consciousness.

Unfortunately, that's about all I know.

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[10_20_15_5_50]

[There's a little noise at that; something to approximate 'huh, that's weird' without actually interrupting. After Thundercracker finishes his explanation, Sam claps her hands together.]

I'm going to do the decent thing and cut myself off before I get on the questions to come up off all that, but I wanna thank you for giving me the run-down and patiently fielding everything I've asked.

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[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker shrugs, mindful of the fire-lizards.]

No problem. Not like I was busy.

[And...not like he couldn't use some company, if he were honest.]

[One of the fire-lizards, a brown/tan/yellow one (Numbers), leaves its perch on the tip of TC's wing, gliding down to a low branch close to Sam. It looks at her, chirping and "fluffing" its wings (sort of - they're mechanical and bat-like) at her.]

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[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sam shrugs, content to leave it at that. Her attention shifts to the fire-lizard as it moves, and although she's had very little to do with any of the creatures, she's unworried as she watches it descend. When it chirps, she smiles, taking a couple of steps closer and stretching up a hand for it to lean down and sniff at/otherwise inspect, if so inclined. It's what she'd do for almost any other variety of pet.]

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[notyourblueangel]

((OOC: Aaaaaand I don't really have any more ideas for this one. Call it good?))

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[10_20_15_5_50]

((OOC: Sure.))