[ AUDIO ][ Origin: Leige's Temple ]

[lifepersists]

I'm sorry for lying to everyone. I'm sure everyone is aware I was by now. It was stupid of me.

I have a lot of reasons for doing what I did, none of them important.

Until further notice I'll be found either at Vector's temple or Pharma's lab at Leige's. Please ping me if you need me.







I trust you, Drift. I said I would talk to you when I knew what I wanted to talk about.

Tell me exactly what you remember about Delphi. Everything that happened.
[ /Drift ]


Have you seen Pharma acting strangely at all in the last few months?

[ /Ambulon ]


I... haven't heard from you in a few days. Are you alright?

[ /Fort Max ]


[ He really has to think about this one. ]



I'm going to need some time to think about things.

[ /Ratchet ]

Comments

Re: >Action

[raceme]

[That because everyone in Delphi were busy dying or killing others.....Btu he's not in Delphi anymore, so he gets all the hugs he needs.]

I'm glad it's helping I NEVER hugged many people before.

>Action

[lifepersists]

[ Well, he was stationed there for ten years and all. Ten years and no friends is dreary, okay. ]

Really? Well you know you can hug me whenever you want.

[ He rubs his mask into the shoulder armor affectionately. ]

Re: >Action

[raceme]

[Then years for a Cybertronian is like a weekend, though? >: No worries FA, you got Blurr now.

Blurr actually...giggles. He's ticklish there.]Iah..hahaah..Iwillkeepthatinmind.

>Action

[lifepersists]

[ Still a lonely time, though.

First Aid pauses at the giggle. Then gets a completely wicked idea and rubs into it again, just to see what happens. ]

Good.

>Action

[raceme]

[Blurr makes a sound that is suspiciously like a surprised yip and then laughs out loud.]Ohyoudidthatonpurpose.

[Not really a complain, even if it's an accusation. Blurr's fingers move to First Aid's wait, to the small spaces between the plating of his design, tickling.]

>Action

[lifepersists]

Maybe I-- [ He yelps, squirming as Blurr's fingers find some ticklish wiring. He wiggles, mutually trying to fight Blurr off and retaliate by trying to find other ticklish spots on the other mech's own frame. ]

>Action

[raceme]

[Oh he sees how this is.

Fine then...

...Tickle fight is a go]