[RL w/ Freyja--Fixing the "impostor's" damage]

[death_chopper]

[Blackout had no idea where Bonecrusher had taken him--somewhere away from that fragging hospital, certainly. He assumed they'd headed south; it was warm enough that he wasn't uncomfortable in the clothes he'd scavenged to replace the hospital gown, though he'd only managed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt

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[sex4necklaces]

[It wasn't hard to Freyja to find Blackout, and she appeared only ten feet from him in a flurry of feathers, which fell to the floor soundlessly as she appraised the situation]

Well, I will say one thing, my impostor has good taste in mortals, if you are what she designed. [there's a bit of a laugh in her voice] So, you are originally of the same form as your yelling friend, is that correct?

[death_chopper]

..... [The scowl certainly didn't dissipate with that little comment.] So I keep hearing.

[He shakes his head quickly.] Bonecrusher and I are radically different models.

[sex4necklaces]

I am not worried about form, I am more concerned for species. Your model will make itself. [scrutinizing, she's walking closer to get a better look]

You do not like me, do you, Blackout? Is it all immortals that you are prejudiced against, or am I special?

[death_chopper]

...Ah. Understood. [He pushes off the the wall, taking a step towards her, aware of the scrutiny.] Yes, I am Decepticon, as he.

[He averts his eyes.] All immortals. [Though she held a special place in his spark, since he still wasn't convinced of this business with the impostor.]