[RL w/ Freyja--Fixing the "impostor's" damage]
[Blackout had no idea where Bonecrusher had taken him--somewhere away from that fragging hospital, certainly. He assumed they'd headed south; it was warm enough that he wasn't uncomfortable in the clothes he'd scavenged to replace the hospital gown, though he'd only managed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Of course, if this worked, he wouldn't need to worry about clothes again, and Primus was he looking forward to that. Bonecrusher had parked them in...some kind of outpost, he wasn't sure what this place was, save that there were a lot of vehicles here that looked like Optimus Prime's transform, a bunch of humans speaking a language he couldn't translate in this form, and that Bonecrusher had kicked him out so he could recharge while Blackout waited for Freyja to arrive.
That's what he was doing currently, leaning against the outpost's main building with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Waiting.]
Of course, if this worked, he wouldn't need to worry about clothes again, and Primus was he looking forward to that. Bonecrusher had parked them in...some kind of outpost, he wasn't sure what this place was, save that there were a lot of vehicles here that looked like Optimus Prime's transform, a bunch of humans speaking a language he couldn't translate in this form, and that Bonecrusher had kicked him out so he could recharge while Blackout waited for Freyja to arrive.
That's what he was doing currently, leaning against the outpost's main building with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Waiting.]