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[corruptedhope]

*A dark figure enters. Some might note the simularity in form to Rodimus Prime, but this one is painted in various shades of black (try wrapping your head around that one) and has no faction symbol

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[apprentice_lurk]

Oh fraggin'- *stares* This is way too weird. *she's getting a feeling uncomfortably like her hair standing on end, and that is more unnerving than she'd like with only armour plate*

[corruptedhope]

*laughs* Did Ultra Magnus pick up another minibot or are you a baby Sweep?

[apprentice_lurk]

*blinks, affronted* Hey, a few foot height difference isn't enough to make me a baby anything. *tries not to shiver* I'm a Unicronian, thank you.

[corruptedhope]

*laughs even louder* You've got to be kidding me. You're nothing. Now this, this is a Unicronian. *he pats his own chest*

[apprentice_lurk]

*optics snap into angry, red-hot slits* No, that's a knock-off. You're a repaint, nothing more than that other than an ego the size of a planet.

[corruptedhope]

All right, if you want to get technical about it, here's a Unicronian for you. He's a real good friend of mine, we spend a lot of time together. He goes everywhere I do. *he reaches into subspace and pulls out Galvatron's head, dangling it before her sinisterly*

[apprentice_lurk]

*'Boots jerks away from him and nearly falls over backwards, hands flying to her mouth and staring at the head in utter horror, optics huge* Hhh-!

[corruptedhope]

I get that a lot. *he leans in a bit closer* Impressed yet? It seems to get Cyclonus pretty good.

[apprentice_lurk]

*looks like she's fighting not to be sick, and at that last her optics go deathly pale* Y- Y-

[corruptedhope]

*The Void smiles, again flashing his fangs* What's the matter? Ravage got your tongue? If you don't think this is enough, we could go look at my full collection. I only carry the essentials with me.

[apprentice_lurk]

*something very like a sob at that, the thought alone choking her, and if her Rodimus - the real one - hadn't pulled her away she would have probably ended up nullifying the anti-violence field and getting herself killed*

[corruptedhope]

*tut-tuts* Poor baby Sweep. Better go run home to Scourge and your blanky.

[apprentice_lurk]

*impotently furious glare at him, optics flaring between furious scarlet and sickly white* ...Shut up.

[corruptedhope]

Make me, Sweepette. *waggles Galvatron at her*

[apprentice_lurk]

*gags again, flinching away, but she doesn't back off*

[lavender_wings]

*is very pale, inasmuch as a Seeker can be pale - her energy signature feels like she's about to faint, but her optics are feverishly bright* Don't call her that.

*The rational part of Steadfast knows that the head in front of her doesn't belong to her Galvatron, but that changes nothing about her reaction. Feeling her circuits tie themselves into knots with terror, she has to struggle not to collapse to her knees. She'd rather be anywhere else than here, but she's not going to leave Dreadboots alone with this.*