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Trentemøller — Miss You

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                                                       ︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤──                                                   i'm going hunting                                                    i'm the hunter

independent lockdown from the michael bay transformers films. selective in following, but not restrictive in who i roleplay with. set post-age of extinction, but for convenience, i can place him anywhere.

written by zacharie. tracks #phula.

open to novella, script, crack roleplaying. may be nsfw, all will be tagged accordingly. tags triggers accordingly and will tag anything if asked.

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                    "i finally have you within my grasp,"                            he breathed out, one hand pinning the                            smaller cybertronian's head against                            rock and gun pressing to his chin. you                            could practically feel the mirth radiating                            off of lockdown, mirth barely seen. "if i                            can't show you off while you're alive, you                            might as well be dead."

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                    "'grumpy'. tch, to put on emotions on such a human level."

✦; “You and a bunch of other people,” she mumbled, patting her thighs as casually as one being threatened could. "And I was just asking, sorry. Y’looked grumpy.”

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                    "and why is my identity any concern of yours?"

"Fine," she said exasperatedly, "May you PLEASE tell me who you are?"

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"Who the fuck are you," Stella said, not giving two shits WHAT he was. - @my-world-was-destroyed

                    "learn to respect me, you inferior little ant,                           and perhaps i might tell you”

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                    "human--listen to me carefully: it                            is none of your business, and if you con-                            tinue to pester me, i will have no qualms                            in blasting you to bits."

✦; “And why can’t you go back to—..wherever you’re from?” Big, talking metal thing. What the Hell has her life come to?

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I’m gonna fight ‘em off A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back

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                    "i don't care." he resists the urge to kick                            her away so he can go back to brooding by                            himself.

✦; “Harsh.” What the Hell even is that thing?

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                    "--to be trapped on a planet full of filthy,                            useless vermin. this is the worst form of                            punishment."

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                    a rogue mercenary, that's all he                            was now with most thinking him dead.                            pah, as if he would go down so easily.                            he was powerful, destructive, strong!                            not even the ancient ones could bring                            him down if they tried.

                    the redwood trees were enough to conceal                            him from sight, towering high above him                            hundreds of feet in the air. it was the perfect                            hideout for a forty-five foot robot such as him-                            self. after all, if he was found alive by the humans,                            they'd undoubtedly mark him as an enemy after                            his failure. or perhaps they'd recruit him yet                            again until he got what he wanted. but he wasn't                            about to take any chances.

                    there was a quake in the ground--it made him                            halt. it was not caused by his own footsteps,                            but another's. he was not alone. and every                            other cybertronian was an enemy to him now.                            his visor slid into place, glowing green.

                    that's when he saw it--the mighty dinobot. and                            there was no doubt the dinobot saw him as well.                            grimlock could most likely smell him. and alone,                            lockdown was no match for one of the ancient ones.

                    but he wouldn't run without putting up a fight.

                    crouching down behind the bush, his face morphing                            into a rifle, he fired.

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who tag me

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                    "you wound me with your words, prime.                            and to believe i thought of you as a sick, bleed-                            ing heart once upon a time. you do have fire in                            you. it's too bad i'll have to blow it out."

                    and on cue, there's the sound of shifting metal,                            clinking and scraping as an arm transforms into                            a gun--a gun that is pointed in optimus prime's                            direction and fired.

       ❝ ‘ ——an observation mutually perceived. ‘

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thebunsart you are not alone

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pax-tibi

                    "--------and the vermin run free once more."

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