*Silverbolt eased his wings in a stretch as he sits up from his breth. The last few days have been an eye opening for him. It eased some of his fear over his brothers and his own needs. Taking his datapad he jotted down his thoughts from the next prompt.*

( New Friends )

A good friend of mine recently suggested that if I have a problem, I should express it through writing it out. The problem is I've spent so long writing about other bots and events that I may have almost forgotten how to express how I feel. Ironfist seems so distant. I've spent so long simply writing as "Fisitron", the fictional biographer. But ( Read more... )

New Friends

*Simmons is thinner, his already wiry frame gone even rangier from his time off in the wilds, and he's tanned but not uncomfortably so. Living in Nexus strangely agrees with him, physically at least. The solitude and the distance he can put between himself and the nearest living soul is calming even, although the man is determined not ( Read more... )

*ooc: Closed post for some character development and a bit of plotting. Thanks. :)*

Ironhide leaves his room early in the morning, and enters the kitchen area, intent on a cube and then continuing to work on his project. After some thought, he had retrieved one of the pieces of rock he slagged while cutting out the cave shelter he and Lennox ( Read more... )

 [Bayverse Sam]

I haven't really meet any new humans/Cybertronians since I got here.  The couple I have meet didn't really stay to chit-chat, (excluding Spike) and I kind of want to explore this place and make new friends.

Stops and stares around the place he's found himself in. Dirt and rocks can be seen for miles on-end and Sam scratches his head ( Read more... )

After a long night of singing and dancing, Cheetor and his new friends head back to the Shack, his new home for the foreseable future. Once there he was shown to his new berthroom, a human sized room with a bed and a small desk, similar to what he had aboard the Axalon. Cheetor immediately falls to his new bed, curls up and falls asleep.

Next ( Read more... )

*He is sitting outside on the stump again* while he’s rather pleased with the size of the derpcave and it doesn’t make him feel claustrophobic , which he’s sure the design was bred from Skywarp’s seeker programming anyway, its spaciousness can’t replace the openness of the sky above him or the wind on his wings. He’s slightly restless and while he ( Read more... )

[G1 Prowl]*sitting on the garden, has just finished watering the plants and is currently drawing away under the shade of one of the trees ( Read more... )

*He'd been laying low in his room, or off running for the sheer joy of feeling the air rush past him for the last few days. He slips up the stairs to the main floor and stops to stare at the mess in the kitchen ( Read more... )

OOC Edit: This post is now a closed plot post.  Please PM before joining.  Also, BayBee, G1Bee and Spike started a plotline in this post that was disallowed by the moderators.  We were not aware that forming a bond between a bots and a human would constitute a special ability. We are not going to erase this entry, but instead are going to proceed ( Read more... )