10th Web [Voice]

[treacherous_widow]

Lets just get this over with.

Final tallies on the voting. Kids and Tarn both get to stay. If you have an issue with it, take it up with the Overseer whenever that happens. 

So deal with it. I did this as democratic as possible while having to deal with you lug heads and trust me, that isn't easy.

Now, if you need anything else voted on, leave a message and I'll get back to you.

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[my_own_trope]

What's this council, now?

[treacherous_widow]

Go do something useful and slag yourself.

[Her eyes narrow a bit before actually responding to his question this time.]

We have a ruling council split into several parts. You can get on it by filling out an application and applying.

[my_own_trope]

Ruling over what exactly? And where would one... find such an application?

[treacherous_widow]

The inhabitants bolt for brains. We answer to the Firstforge. You know.. that whole Autobot democracy thing.

[Can we tell she's not entirely impressed by it.]

Go ask Blurr about applying.

[my_own_trope]

So you're an Autobot then?

[He rolls his eyes]

Why is everything about Blurr?

[treacherous_widow]

Don't insult me. I'm a Predacon. Not some peace loving idiot like those Autobots.

Because for an Autobot, he knows his stuff and seems to be able to take charge easily enough. Let him deal with the morons. I have better things to do.

[my_own_trope]

Yet you're working with Autobots within an Autobot system? And Predacon? Funny way to show you're allegiance to the Decepticons.

Better things being what?

[treacherous_widow]

How many times do I have to tell you idiots, Predacons are Decepticon descendants where I come from. How I handle the Autobot morons and their so called 'system' is none of your business.

[She glares at him a little. For bots that has 'deception' in their faction name, they're not very good at it.]

Things that a bot like you don't need to know about.

[my_own_trope]

"Descendants?"









Descendants.... how?

[treacherous_widow]

[She rolls her optics a little.]

How do you think bolt for brains? The War ended centuries ago from the universe I came from. Times changed, bots became smaller and more fuel efficient and a lot more interesting than some of you energon guzzling relics.

[my_own_trope]

[He can't even see your optics, lady. So he'll let that pass]

...........

The new generation is still ... "constructed" right?

[he's not sure he likes where this conversation is going...]

[treacherous_widow]

Why do you care?

If you really must know, I started off as a protoform before coming online. So yes, we're still constructed.

[my_own_trope]

Because anything else would be just....

Oh, protoforms, of course! For a minute there I though you'd meant, well, never mind. [he just laughs awkwardly]

[treacherous_widow]

....What, that we were completely organic?

Not quite Wings. Pseudo-organic. We can take on organic looking alt-modes to blend in better.

[my_own_trope]

We're Cybertronians, of course we're not organic. Hah! What a thought.

[and then she kept talking and:]

Well, at least you're still inorganic where it counts.... right?

[treacherous_widow]

...You mean do we have a spark? Yes.

[my_own_trope]

.............. That is absolutely what I meant, yes.

[treacherous_widow]

[Snickers.]

I may look organic at points, but trust me, I am all bot where it counts.

Why, admiring my frame?

[my_own_trope]

Bugs really aren't my type.

[treacherous_widow]

I'd say I'm disappointed, but that would be a lie.

[my_own_trope]

That makes two of us.