Send Me Eavesdrop And My Muse Will Describe Your Muse Like Theyre Talking To A Third Party.

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. 

Some how, Lieutenant Conjunxed a cat…

How can such a little Autobot be so maniacally evil…

OOC;

I did a lot of reorganizing of the blog posts on here (went from like 15k posts to 100!) and buried in the clean up is a lot of characters information. So I’m going to start from scratch.

I’ll add some info in the coming days:

- History

- Character Associations

- Present timeline

- Outlier abilities

Essentially this will get a new “About/info” page going and something easy for mobile users to access.

whats Bean Banging™, sir

When you throw bean bags at something on a table to knock it off.

Lieutenant's smaller wings flick continuously as he almost nearly seems to smile, glad to hear Blackguard has been doing well. She was removed from her war as far as he remembered but one could never be too certain. War had its way of rearing its ugly head in the least likely of places. At least she, and hopefully Redstrike, were okay.

The light in his optics dimmed slightly as the helicopter mentioned how long it had been. "A long time,, funny how the multiverse works." He muses to himself, readjusting his hold on his books. "I last recall speaking to you at least two million years ago and change. However, I suppose there is some good in that given that the war in the world is over. I have more time to read now." Fins flick as he taps on the spines of the books.

He didn't quite have it in him to tell Blackguard the reason why their contact hadn't been re-established sooner. At least on his end. From how happy she seemed to see him, he determined that the crew may have not informed her what happened. As close as they all were, some things stayed between the crew for only them to know, and perhaps they decided to keep to themselves about what happened. He's not sure, but it's best not to try to bring down the mood of the reunion. "You know, until recently I had not really been in one of these 'malls.' During the war we usually purchased off of merchants like yourself for whatever was necessary. I still say I would much prefer to go back to that than this crowded trinket fest. Rather overwhelming experience after everything."

@unknownsoldiers

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together (Lieutenant) BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

Blackguard inhaled deeply, exercising all of her ventilation pathways by rushing the stagnant air through the entirety of her system. It wasn't a relieving exercise, especially since the dead-air couldn't offer any cooling for her frame, but it did help to calm her nerve some and ground her mind back into the moment again. Anymore, she was all too quick to let her mind wander off into work, getting wrapped up and twisted in all the nuances and annoyances of politics.

But then again, as she came back to the reality right in front of her and was met with a rather... interesting choice of music inside the ascending elevator she started to second guess her choice of mindfulness. Maybe getting lost in work thoughts would be more merciful than this recording.

As the elevator eases its way to a stop on another floor, she briefly considers getting off just to escape the music. Walking isn't so bad and the sights around the mall could prove to be more calming than the inside of this box.

Then, the doors slide open to let in the other patron and she sees him.

(x)

"Lieutenant?"