It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's---
Who: The Brobots, aka getthehorns and show-my-cannons
Where: Union Cave
When: 8/1, evening. Not... that it matters in the cave.
Summary: Bad Things Happen to our intrepid heroes, and someone needs to come save their afts. It's not who they expect.
Rating: PG-13.
Log:
They were lost. They were totally and absolutely lost.
He couldn't even remember when they wandered into this cave. It seemed like forever ago that they arrived at the cave entrance, where they stopped for the night, and Cliff, with much convincing, managed to send their little Wooper tag along away. Everything in this damn place looked the same too, and he wasn't sure just how many more times he could say to Ironhide "Hey, that rock looks familiar, I think we're going in circles" before the older Autobot whipped around a clocked him for being a smartaft.
Sure, he liked to push Ironhide's buttons, but he a least knew when it was time to lay off for a while.
They were walking for now. Napalm had been their ride through most of the cave, but some parts of it just weren't built to accommodate an Onix, and the pokémon needed her rest, too. Ironhide would likely let her out of her ball again when it was time to stop and rest. The big rock snake would coil around them for protection, while Cliff's Haunter stood sentry against Decepticons (well, Decepticon) and wild pokémon alike.
All Spark, the wild pokémon were thick in this place. Cliffjumper swore if he never saw another Zubat again, it would be too soon. It had been days, and he didn't know how much longer his own pokémon could hold out, higher-leveled though they were.
"We should've bought more repel," he blurted to his companion's black-clad back as they wandered along. "I'm gettin' sick of gettin' jumped every time we round a corner."
((ooc; Mods, Cliff and Ironhide both need tags please!))
Where: Union Cave
When: 8/1, evening. Not... that it matters in the cave.
Summary: Bad Things Happen to our intrepid heroes, and someone needs to come save their afts. It's not who they expect.
Rating: PG-13.
Log:
They were lost. They were totally and absolutely lost.
He couldn't even remember when they wandered into this cave. It seemed like forever ago that they arrived at the cave entrance, where they stopped for the night, and Cliff, with much convincing, managed to send their little Wooper tag along away. Everything in this damn place looked the same too, and he wasn't sure just how many more times he could say to Ironhide "Hey, that rock looks familiar, I think we're going in circles" before the older Autobot whipped around a clocked him for being a smartaft.
Sure, he liked to push Ironhide's buttons, but he a least knew when it was time to lay off for a while.
They were walking for now. Napalm had been their ride through most of the cave, but some parts of it just weren't built to accommodate an Onix, and the pokémon needed her rest, too. Ironhide would likely let her out of her ball again when it was time to stop and rest. The big rock snake would coil around them for protection, while Cliff's Haunter stood sentry against Decepticons (well, Decepticon) and wild pokémon alike.
All Spark, the wild pokémon were thick in this place. Cliffjumper swore if he never saw another Zubat again, it would be too soon. It had been days, and he didn't know how much longer his own pokémon could hold out, higher-leveled though they were.
"We should've bought more repel," he blurted to his companion's black-clad back as they wandered along. "I'm gettin' sick of gettin' jumped every time we round a corner."
((ooc; Mods, Cliff and Ironhide both need tags please!))