[Video | Alpha Trion's Temple]

[shutupndrive]

[There's a moment of fuzz before the video actually settles and comes through completely, Smokescreen standing just outside Alpha Trion's temple, one hand resting on his hip as he holds the camera with the other. He'd been filled in by an acolyte, of course, but that didn't make him any less prepared to believe completely, meaning that he had to go out and see everything for himself. A part of him wanted to find Alpha Trion himself--mostly because he couldn't believe the other was still functioning--but right now he wanted to see if he could find any of the others.]

Smokescreen reporting in. Anyone from Team Prime out there? I figured it'd be best to touch base with at least someone before I started trying to just find you guys or something like that.

[Despite the odd nature of his situation, Smokescreen seems pretty relaxed--or he's at least keeping himself together pretty well because he's not really sure how he got back to Cybertron. Sure the acolyte had told him about that giant hole that was dumping people through but..that..was about as believable as saying Starscream had changed for the better. At least in his opinion.]

Arcee? Bumblebee? Bulkhead? Ratchet? Optimus? Anyone? Come on guys, don't leave me hanging please. I really want to get the real details of whatever's going on and you're the ones I want to hear it from. As much as I'd love to just believe this was all good and well and Cybertron was really in an okay state like this, you'll understand if I completely and totally don't believe it right?

[He's itching to go and do something, like always, shifting his weight back and forth as his doorwings twitch some.]

Calling all Autobots! Please respond!

Comments

[dinnerdate]

I'm the last mech that needs to be kept in check...

[Except when he's hungry. Maybe he can just eat this guy. He vents a sigh. Probably not.]

I'm already doomed to die, so stay away from me. Stay out of the halls... Just move to another temple.





Please.

[shutupndrive]

........You....are a really lame Decepticon.

[dinnerdate]

I could talk about ripping bot apart, but I'm not here to be nice.


... I'm serious about moving to another temple.

[shutupndrive]

Heh. How about...not.

[He glares, leaning in towards the camera a bit.]

If anyone should leave it's you! I've worked with Alpha Trion before, he was my mentor! You're a decepticon! You shouldn't even be walking the halls of his temple let alone saying his name!

[dinnerdate]

[He sighs again.]

I'm not going to live in the junk, even if you and everyone else would rather it... I'd ruin my paint job.

You can go work with one of the Primes. Expand your skills.

[shutupndrive]

No, no, I'm good staying right here near my mentor.

[As much as he did idolize and adore Optimus Prime...Alpha Trion was here! Smokescreen was determined to track the other down eventually.]

[dinnerdate]

[His "wings" twitch slightly before drooping down.]

Then make sure you stay away from me.

Oh DE, I love you. xD

[shutupndrive]

Don't do anything to make me come after you, and we'll be all set. Got it?

[His own doorwings twitch, Smokescreen still glaring like he's the biggest, baddest thing there is.]

he tries so hard

[dinnerdate]

Do I get a list?

[Smokescreen can be the biggest baddest thing if he wants. Dead End will just be in his dark corner brooding over the fact that there's another Autobot in the temple. He's going to die.]

[shutupndrive]

Sure, if you want one, I'll make sure to post it up all over in bright colors to attract your attention since bright colors seem to be your thing.

[Why is this 'Con even in Alpha Trion's temple? Why?]

[dinnerdate]

[He's got Trion's glyph stuck to his other shoulder, not his fault he was dumped here. Not that he would exact an Autobot to understand. Or anyone else for that matter.]




... There's nothing wrong with neon.

[shutupndrive]

Oh there's plenty wrong with neon.

[How is someone suppose to stay hidden when they're bright and shiny and practically screaming 'CATCH ME!']

[dinnerdate]

...Like what?

[It's hard, but when you're good you can make it work. Unfortunately his confidence is usually buried by his brooding.]

[shutupndrive]

Like staying out of sight, not lighting up under a black light, not attracting bugs, not being mistaken for a children's ride at some theme park thing.

[Yeah he's mostly just going for barbs at the moment, because it's fun and this mech just seems to take it all.]

[dinnerdate]

I can stay out of sight just fine.

[He shifts awkwardly, wings keeping themselves flopped down.]

And neon doesn't attract bugs... Children's ride?

[shutupndrive]

Butterflies like neon colors.

[From what he's been told by the kids.]

Yeah, you know, those things that kids climb all over and drool on and slag like that.

[dinnerdate]

Butterflies.

[He's never seen one of those before. Actually he isn't even sure if he knows what one looks like, but-]

I'm not attracting any of those.

[If neon did attract those things, even if they were on the planet, he doubts they'd come to him. Everything hates him.]

Never been to Earth.

[shutupndrive]

Well, it could happen. I bet it would happen actually if you were around any. And oh how threatening you would be covered in little insects with bright, colorful wings!

[Yeah, YEAH. Take that. B| |

[dinnerdate]

...I don't really fight anyway.

[Although even with butterflies all over him, he'd probably still be quite threatening to anyone that's ever seen him rip someone apart to eat.]

[shutupndrive]

...Then what the slag kind of Decepticon are you?? Do you do anything but brood?

[Because, seriously, this guy is just kind of lame.]

[dinnerdate]

A mercenary... No, not recently.

[Brooding is kind of all he's been doing since he got here. And he's not talking about before to some 'Bot.]

[shutupndrive]

A brooding mercenary. Wow. That's...wow. So threatening.

[This bot. Smokescreen just can't wrap his head around his guy at all.]

[dinnerdate]

Funny. Go ahead and laugh, it's nothing new.

[shutupndrive]

[He's quiet for a moment before letting out a quiet huff.]

It's not all that much fun when you're so broody. Poking fun at you loses its fun after awhile.

[dinnerdate]

...Guess that explains why some bots just punch me after a while.