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BW Cheetor
For the past few days, Cheetor has been staying at the Dojo. After his last talk with Bluestreak, he wasn’t ready to go home and face anyone yet. Although after calming down, he realized it wasn’t his fault that Blue was so upset; it had to be something more than just a nightmare; he still felt bad that he couldn’t do anything for Blue, nor that Blue would tell him what was wrong.
At the moment, he was lounging on a tree in beast form, fiddling with Blue’s gift. He’d forgotten about it because of the stress he was in, but once he remembered it, thanks to Waspinator, he felt a little better that, at least, he’d have something to cheer Blue up with. Now all he needed was the perfect moment…When he decided to go home, that is.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!!
*his ears barely twitched* Here we again~…*still staring at the pendant, he opens his inbox* “Starscream” and “squishie”? Only two this time? *finally looks away from the trinket and smiles wryly at the sky* What’s the matter? Finally running out of prompts~? *chuckles dryly*
Well first off, I resent that “squishie” remark. I’m part organic, though after that transwarp energy fiasco *looks at himself* I’m not really so sure anymore…
There’ve been many theories as to why we’re part organic and not as tall as our ancestors. One is that it’s a much easier way to disguise ourselves when in organic worlds devoid of any kind of tech. Another is that an organic virus attacked a group of colonists during the Great War, turned them half organic and when they returned after the war ended, they spread the virus to the remaining cybertronians; though I think that one’s a bunch of glitched data. *chuckles mirthly* Though there is one that’s a bit more…romantic. *grins cheekily* It was my carrier’s favorite theory. Apparently, during the Great War when the Autobots and Decepticons were on Earth, a few bots found…partners, if you get my meaning, among the humans. Some say that one of these bots was a scientist and he strived to create a techno-organic body so he could be with his chosen. After the war ended, he spent most of his time trying to achieve his goal, but by the time he did, his human had succumbed to age. It’s sad, but most bots prefer this myth over something simple like adaption or gross like a virus. And it is said, though it hasn’t happened yet, that our generation of Maximals can, in fact, er, procreate with other organics. *blushes slightly* Not that I know from experience or anything!! *is quick to deny, shaking his head feverently, blushing even more* Uh, I mean…
*clears his throat nervously* Never mind. As for Starscream, hmph, I actually met the guy….Well, technically, I met his ghost, I think…*groans in frustration* It’s kinda confusing, cause he was possessing Waspinator, so it wasn’t him him; you know, in his body-GAH!! *shakes his in more frustration* Never mind!! Point is, I met the guy and almost got killed by him! I don’t know if it’s luck or what that I haven’t run into him around here…and I seriously hope I never do.
He puts the necklace back into his sub-space and lets his thoughts wander as he stares at the clouds…
(OOC: This is an entirely open post~! The kitty isn’t being helpful, so it’s a short one ~ Feel free to drop by and poke him~ XD)