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[blk_arachnia]

WHO: Blackarachnia; OPEN
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: 6/10; late night
WARNINGS: just a grumpy spider for now
SUMMARY: Blackarachnia's bored, tired of this place and grumpy.
FORMAT: Whatever works

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[androllout]

Flying was nice, especially in the summer evenings. It wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold either, which meant that Optimus didn't have to worry about regulating his body temperature. The wind whipped against his face, and he was starting to figure out why he'd wanted this so much.

Maybe this power switch was going to be for the best.

Still, he hadn't memorized the layout of the city from the air yet, so he decided to come in for a landing. He spied a patch of green, and swooped down. He was getting better at landing. Hopefully he hadn't landed in a place where too many people could see him.

[blk_arachnia]

Blackarachnia had spotted something flying by overhead. Although she didn't pay much attention to it. There were several metahumans in the City that could fly. She just watched as whoever it was came in lower.

She quickly realized of all metahumans it was... Optimus? Oh, right. He could fly. The femme watched him for a moment longer before she rolled her eyes and turned her attention to something else.

Unfortunately she couldn't ignore him. That chat with Peter came back to her. He was right, if she kept putting off saying she was sorry it'd just become harder.

With an annoyed sigh she got up and made her way over to the Prime.

[androllout]

Optimus dusted himself off, realizing that if he was going to be flying at night he should probably get something a little less... red. He stood out, and if he was trying to be subtle, wearing fire-engine red wasn't the best of plans.

Even if he was supposed to be a fire engine.

He heard a twig crack behind him, and turned around, spying Blackarachnia.

Well, he hadn't expected her. "Er, hi," he said, cautious. The last time he'd seen her was on Dinobot Island, and... well, that hadn't gone over very well. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her in the city, though, and when he tried it gave him a headache.

[blk_arachnia]

Darker colors would definitely help keep him from being spotted as easily.

"Hello." she replied. She didn't even bother to cover up the emotion in her voice. She was annoyed and it was obvious.

"Have a nice flight?"

[androllout]

"I was," Optimus replied, his own exasperation evident. Really, he was sorry that he'd done so much to hurt her, but he had no idea why he was so hung up on making sure she knew that.

He shifted uncomfortably as she approached. "What are you doing here?"

[blk_arachnia]

"I was doing some thinking. It's easier to do when I'm not at home." she cringed as she spoke the word 'home'. It wasn't home but she didn't know what else to call it.

[androllout]

"Ah," Optimus replied, nodding. "What about?"

Might as well try to have a conversation, since she was replying.

[blk_arachnia]

"Several things. Mainly trying to figure out why I've been left in the dark. And why I even bother with half the slag I do." Blackarachnia sighed. She was slowly making her way toward saying what she wanted to say.

[androllout]

"The Decepticons don't trust you?" That wasn't so strange - even back home, Blackarachnia had only nominally been a Decepticon. He wondered why she even bothered too.

Of course, he was aware of her obsession with restoring her original form, but given the directions things had taken here, he wasn't sure if that was possible.

okay i think i can do this now

[blk_arachnia]

"They trust me as much as I trust them." she replied with a hiss. "But I'm still an ally. I should at least know some of what is going on."

Okay, so maybe she wasn't headed in the direction of saying what she had wanted to. "You know what, never mind. I don't even know why I came over here." She turned and began to leave.

Despite her words, Blackarachnia did know why she had approached Optimus. She wanted someone to talk to. She might not trust him but she knew he was the type to listen. And as much as she didn't want to admit it he did give good advice.

But her own pride and her anger toward him and the Autobots was holding her back. Saying she was sorry, giving forgiveness, those were all things Elita would have done. She was no longer that 'bot.

:3

[androllout]

"Blackarachnia, wait," Optimus said, heading after her. He wasn't quite sure why either, but he could tell something was bothering her. What she had said back home about what and who she had become was sitting heavy on his spark, and as much as it chafed him, he knew that the right thing to do was to offer his help.

And if she didn't want it, then there was nothing to fuss over.

"I know it's really not my place to pry, and I know that you don't trust me. There's only so many times I can say that I'm sorry, but maybe one day you'll realize that I mean that. And I know there's no going back to the way things were - too much has happened since then for us to just go back to square one."

He sighed. "But if something is bothering you, I can still listen."

[blk_arachnia]

Blackarachnia slowed to a stop and lowered her head. She closed her eyes. Something in his words brought up something at the edge of her memory. Something she tried to grab for, hold onto. It seemed important. Very important.

But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

The femme took a deep breath before letting it out. She shook her head.

Of course they could never go back to how things were. She knew that. The past was the past. And yet she couldn't let it go.

"Look...I- No, forget it."

[androllout]

Optimus had a similar spark of memory, but it remained just out of reach.

He stood there for a while, mulling over her actions, her words, and her behavior. He should have run to her side, comforted her and been there for her.

Allspark knew he'd dropped the ball enough on that one.

And yet, all he could do was stand there, hesitating. "I understand," he said finally. She needed her space.

[blk_arachnia]

She started to turn to face him but stopped herself. "I'll see you around." She waved over her shoulder as she walked away.

Perhaps another time she could find it in herself to say she was sorry.

[androllout]

He waved as well, and watched her leave, before turning back towards the sky.

"See you," he muttered to her retreating back, before taking off into the night.