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It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both suzukiblu and banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their ( Read more... )
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their ( Read more... )
"Hnh." Wreckage turns his head to look at the robotic insect perched on his shoulders. "There are chairs."
"There are, are," Shrapnel agrees, his voice echoing itself. The Insecticon did not move, however. His weight, far lighter than his size seemed to suggest, was not irritating, though, so Wreckage chose to ignore his passenger.
***
A few days later, Shrapnel disappeared. For three weeks of shipboard time, he was elsewhere. Sometimes Wreckage caught sight of him in the distance but mostly the Insecticon was simply gone.
It was strange.
Wreckage did not worry about it, however. The Insecticon could more than take care of himself, and he knew how to use a radio if it came to that.
***
Then one day Shrapnel was back. "Hello, hello"Hnh ( ... )
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