*somewhere out in the endless desert of broken cities that is the surface of Charr, the sky glows briefly as something descends from it
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*a small silver-and-purple streak comes rocketing through the window and lands in front of you. You're suddenly a lot closer to the Decepticon Emperor's optic-level than you're used to*
Damage control? *his voice is always comparatively high pitched, but now it sounds almost like it hasn't finished breaking, if Transformers' voices did break* What damage? Everything's absolutely fine!
*head on one side* *just a little bit menacing* Unless you're planning to mess things up, of course...
*cowers slightly* No, no, no damage at the moment, m'lord. *looks him up and down. Even though he is currently only a little taller than the average minicon, he is still highly intimidating* It's just that, well...I recall you being a lot taller than me the last time I saw you.
*grins at you, optics gleaming* Besides, what does it matter, as long as this still works... *runs his left hand over the barrel of his cannon, grinning like a teenager who's just figured out how to hotwire cars*
*Even in his diminished form, Rodimus has not completely lost touch with the mystic universal knowledge to which he is heir. The exact moment in which Galvatron is subsumed by those same forces which hold him in chibi form leave Roddy momentarily stunned, as if a thousand fangirls cried out in squee... and show no signs of being silenced anytime soon.*
*The aftermath leaves Roddy blinking in confusion, as if trying to make sense of a shining-floating vision like a firefly leaving streaks behind his optics...*
*...then something shiny disrupts his legendary lack-of-attention-span and the moment passes.*
*wandering out of one of the broken buildings that make up most of the headquarters proper, chibi-'Doom catches sight of the oncoming purple thunderbolt and stares. Whilst not holding as young-seeming a form as the currently-toddler-like Prime, his mental processes have still been rolled back enough for the sight to inspire wide optics, an internal whisper of 'Ohhh, pretty' and a squeak*
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((*DIES* XD You both rock. *fangirls and is terribly inspired toward artness, yus* ^_^))
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Damage control? *his voice is always comparatively high pitched, but now it sounds almost like it hasn't finished breaking, if Transformers' voices did break* What damage? Everything's absolutely fine!
*head on one side* *just a little bit menacing* Unless you're planning to mess things up, of course...
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*grins at you, optics gleaming* Besides, what does it matter, as long as this still works... *runs his left hand over the barrel of his cannon, grinning like a teenager who's just figured out how to hotwire cars*
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*The aftermath leaves Roddy blinking in confusion, as if trying to make sense of a shining-floating vision like a firefly leaving streaks behind his optics...*
*...then something shiny disrupts his legendary lack-of-attention-span and the moment passes.*
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Oh no...
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*heads in the direction in which Galvatron disappeared* Come with? *tugs at 'Doom's hand invitingly*
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