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[corruptedhope]

*A dark figure enters. Some might note the simularity in form to Rodimus Prime, but this one is painted in various shades of black (try wrapping your head around that one) and has no faction symbol

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[apprentice_lurk]

Oh fraggin'- *stares* This is way too weird. *she's getting a feeling uncomfortably like her hair standing on end, and that is more unnerving than she'd like with only armour plate*

[giri_guy]

Yes I have. I was there when the voice of Optimus Prime called me to rise. I chose to answer. *stubborn glare*

[corruptedhope]

And if you'd said no? I couldn't say no to Unicron.*smirk*

[giri_guy]

Yeah, and I destroyed him. If you really had no choice, how'd I do that?

[corruptedhope]

Look, I won't get into this with you. I'm me and I know where I am, and I don't have to take this off some hopped-up Hot Rod. And I scare you.

[giri_guy]

*slight pause*

I might say the same thing.

[corruptedhope]

*snort* You don't scare me. You're slag, you're nothing like me.

[apprentice_lurk]

*quietly* He's better than you.

[corruptedhope]

You keep out of these, Sweepette.

[apprentice_lurk]

*she's moved easily enough, too stunned and sickened to do anything else, but at the suggestion of going anywhere else she shakes her head furiously and stands her ground. 'Boots'll comm anyone he likes, but if she can't see this walking horror she doesn't know where he is, and that - that is almost worse than having him there in front of her*

[giri_guy]

*It's no use arguing with 'Boots at the best of times, and Rodimus can't take away the attention to do it now. He just nods and feeds 'Boots his private comm frequency to Autobot City.*

[apprentice_lurk]

*sends a terse, bitty message with the essentials of the situation and as little detail as possible - she doubts anyone would want to know about the exact heads in display over here, say*