random_xtras: (Blackout)
The Cast ([personal profile] random_xtras) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2008-05-12 01:55 pm

Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-12 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There's someone moving through the Nexus crowds like a bad rumour, though the mech in question wouldn't appreciate the comparison in the slightest. Skywarp is angry, in a slow-burning way he's pushed aside for the moment. Something's been affecting his processors, and he's sure he knows what.

Grim and intent on getting some answers, he strides towards the sign, scanning in case there's anyone he'd want to seek out - or avoid.

And then his sensors lock on Blackout's outline. Closer than the sign, and much more relevant to his problem. And he's behind her.

Skywarp's optics narrow. With systems on low power and crowds of Nexusites to hide among, he begins closing the distance.

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-12 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Skywarp looms over her shoulder suddenly, hovering slightly so he can get his guns into line. "Thought I might find you here. You've got a lot to answer for."

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-12 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
His posture is still, his gaze is sharp and steady. "I'm not interested in playing games, Blackout. Tell me what you know about the dreams."

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He only moves enough to adjust his aim. Apparently he's not remotely convinced. Or he's forming new suspicions entirely, from the way his optics just narrowed. "How long ago?"

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Slag!

Skywarp's face isn't giving much away, other than 'this Decepticon is seriously slagged off'. "You only had them in the Nexus?"

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Skywarp glances away for a moment - though all his other sensors are still trained on her. "But why would someone want to show you that?" He sounds determined, puzzled, something like exasperated.

Which, to those few who know him well enough to pin the tone, means he's frustrated.

[identity profile] agent-skywarp.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The jet-former growls, quiet but strong. "Something is playing with processors and I'm going to find it."

His guns are still aimed to kill, but he's unlikely to try using them now. Not that the Nexus would allow it anyway...