Comments | axiomnexuslogs: It's all false love and affection; You don't want me, you just like the attention.

like_a_bossbot in axiomnexuslogs

It's all false love and affection; You don't want me, you just like the attention.

Mar 05, 2011 00:33

WHO: Optimus Prime like_a_bossbot and Dirge endless_avarice
WHAT: ... Dirge being Dirge. Poor Optimus.
WHERE: Zone Five
WHEN: After Dirge's surgery is completed, and his tongue has been restored.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Warning for Dirge being Dirge. Molestation, probably plenty of squick. Consider yourself warned.

( I'm not your toy. )

transformers: animated | optimus prime, transformers: animated | dirge

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endless_avarice March 6 2011, 05:56:50 UTC

Dirge was prowling the streets again, having finally been released from the clinic upon completion of the surgery and the subsequent time it took for Vergil to be sure everything was in working order ( ... )

like_a_bossbot March 6 2011, 06:07:22 UTC

While the smaller Prime has his scanners on high alert, they didn't do much good in the highly populated sector of the city - There were Autobots, Decepticons, organics, and everything in between. Decepticon signals meant nothing in a crowd, considering just how many of them there were.

In fact, he hadn't even noticed Dirge amongst the 'bots milling about. The clone's colour scheme was pretty distinctive, but lost amidst the multitude of designs and plating.

It was hard to think beyond the unfamiliar weight in his chest and the anxious twisting of his internals. If the Hammer was confiscated, would Cheetor have held onto it? He must have known the potential danger of the weapon, particularly in the wrong hands.

Picking up his pace, Optimus made his way down one of the emptier side streets, drawing nearer to Jazz's apartment.

endless_avarice March 6 2011, 06:21:21 UTC

As Prime drew closer, he would find his little side street blocked by an enormous figure. Dirge smiled down at him, his claws wriggling in a cheerful wave.

"Optimus. It's been a while," he said. There was a wicked gleam in the clone's optics as they traveled his victim's body.

like_a_bossbot March 6 2011, 06:31:04 UTC

"Starscream."

Immediately, his arm snapped back to draw his axe, optics narrowed at the Decepticon before him.

It actually took a few moments to register the differences in the paint - But it was hard not to automatcially see the Decepticon Air Commander in his creations. But the yellow wings, the teal plating-

Dirge.

He doesn't bother to correct the jet, as his codename wasn't going to protect him in this instance. Instead, he settled for glowering, his weapon respectfully lowered - For the moment.

"What do you want, Dirge?"

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