Raining Mechs and Dogs

[jazzingitup]

Characters: Jazz, open (whoever wants to find him basically)
Content: Jazz's very subtle arrival.
Location: Outskirts of Iacon
Time of day: Early evening
Warnings: n/a
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

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[chromefatale]

((OoC: Joining you from hereThe Perceptors, as Chromia chose to call them after they'd all been introduced, were very boring, to say the least. They were scientists, not exactly her usual company, and the prattled on to each other about opposing theories of their universes. Against her better judgment, Chromia had decided to lead their makeshift trio, generally ignoring the two behind her in favor of scanning the area with all sensors to see if there should happen to be anything of interest, or any threats

[chromefatale]

"That's all?" Chromia pressed. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it, but she needed to know. "Nothing else? Just blank there, then you woke up here?"

That was how it had been for her. Except her death, so she thought, had been slow, painful. Two-thirds had died, and the last was dragged down as well.

"Jazz, I think this might be the Well of AllSparks," she finally confided in him. The blue femme trusted her comrade to understand what she thought that meant for her. His understanding would likely validate her questions, and perhaps get him to open up and share a bit more. She really, really needed to know. After all, if she were dead, the chances of seeing Ironhide again any time soon...