#cliff-and-the-kid

[xretiredcommanderx]

Usually, Cliffjumper prides himself on being pretty quick on his feet, whether that's on the battlefield or just maneuvering through busy traffic. So it's definitely a sign he hasn't gotten enough decent recharge lately to come around a corner, and crash face-first into Ultra Magnus.

Ack.

"Sorry!" He staggers back with a brief yelp, arms pin-wheeling to keep from losing his balance. It might be a lost cause. "Morning, Magnus!" Crash. Yep. Down Cliff goes, right onto his aft.

The commander's optics are on the mech in an instant just as soon as he collides with her. Though too slow to catch him before he falls, she isn't beneath helping him back to his pedes. Albeit raising an optic ridge and watching the fallen mech as she does so.

"...Good morning, Cliffjumper," she drones carefully. "In a hurry?"

[123mirage]

Cliff bounces a lob ball in his hand a couple of times, then chucks it at Mirage's head

>:3

Oh, how shrill he screams as he tries to catch it only to get knocked back a bit from the force.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!!!!"

[dreamsofalife]

Despite all the recent changes to her life and social status, Sierra will never be someone who doesn't appreciate cute clothes. "Hi - I really like your dress! And those boots!"

"Oh!" Shy whirls around, stopping halfway in her rotation to face the speaker; it wasn't often she met people who appreciated her unique sense of fashion, and when she did, she always tried to meet it with the appropriate enthusiasm. Beaming from ear to ear, she bounces slightly on her feet. "Thanks! Believe it or not, there was a sale on the Maurice's website, and I got these as an outfit for a total steal. It should still be open if you're interested."

[autobotmedic]

@cliff-and-the-kid asked:

"Heyyyy, Ratchet? Still have that human first aid kit Nurse Darby gave you a while back?" Cliffjumper is very conspicuously cupping both hands together and trying not to look alarmed.

Ratchet arches a brow, although it is mostly hidden beneath his chevron. He silently moves a hand to his back unit, and retrieves a box with a medical logo from within.

"Alright, hwat happened? Hwat do you have?" He doubts one of the children would be quiet this long from being captured in closed hands... Unless it is severe. That seems unlikely, however, because a hospital would have been the logical place to bring them, not to him.

[alacrityabound]

🐝 @cliff-and-the-kid || continued from [x] 🐝

Based on Cliffjumper’s reaction…oh boy. Bee had his suspicions and this confirmed every single one. To make matters worse, he was the one at a disadvantage. Presumably, Cliff spent almost every day around some version of Bumblebee. Cliff knew his tells, his habits, and his avoidance tactics. Bee, however, hadn’t been around Cliffjumper in years, and it left him floundering. How much truth should he share? What was best left in the dark?

It takes Bumblebee an embarrassingly long time to find the words. He huffs out a breathy laugh and shakes his helm.

“Yes. And no. It’s complicated. A lot happened leading up to that. In the end, we gained Smokescreen, Ultra Magnus, and Wheeljack. But getting to that point? What it put the humans through? I don’t think it was worth it.”

But as always, he smiles. “We’re ok. The kids are alright. June and Fowler helped us a lot, they always did and I know they always will. At the end of everything, Optimus was the only one who never saw what we were fighting for.”

[twcwheeler]

"Arcee, it's alright, I'm taking you home." Cliffjumper has one arm around her shoulders, the other underneath her knees. "You're gonna be alright." It's as much a reassurance for himself as for her

VAN HELSING SENTENCES || Cliffjumper @cliff-and-the-kid

" Cliff... I slow you down... " She couldn't look at him in the optics. As much as the idea frightened her, the painful words came out, acknowledging the rules of the game. She wasn't immune to the fear of being left behind at the mercy of the enemy. Incapable to defend herself the slightest while her frame suffered damage and an arm hung loose.

Still, her spark had to remain strong for the Autobots. How many before her... had to have done the same sacrifice. If both of them couldn't return - then, one of them would have to. At least, she could slow them down enough for Cliffjumper to escape. It would be selfish, to drag them both down.

Terror resided behind her optics, focusing up at her partner who wasn't willing to let go and leave her behind. How much it relieved her, even when calculation of survival rate and her personal feelings were in a great conflict.

" Are you sure... we will make it back to home?" she asked, hopeful.

[frostbittenfemme]

Here, have a Cliffjumper sauntering into your day, Wild. "So did you have a hangover from the other day, or are medics immune to that sort of thing?"

Wild lets out an embarrassed groan and buries her helm in her servos. "Primus.. you heard about that?" The femme peeks at Cliffjumper through her servos. "Yes I was hungover, but nothing I couldn't handle. It wasn't my first rodeo.

[faultfindingfirebot]

Through the path was frought with tricks and trials, the witch and her superhero have made it to Heatwave's door: "Trick or treat!"

HumungadoWave grins at them.

“Hey guys, glad you made it. Great costumes!”

Even though he’s already given them their ‘official’ allotments, they each get a handful more from the trick or treat bowls.

[captainseamech]

Is that the infamous red bull people talk about?

[xretiredcommanderx]

"And I thought I could be a bit of a pest..."

[mnemoiisms]

Energon crate cradled close to his chassis to keep his center of balance, second crate of goodies stacked on top and under his chin for stability, and 'Nimbus' is ready to get out of here.

Cliffjumper still looks like a dead fish; Eyes unfocused staring off into the distance, intake parted, and HUD clearly running through the various sequences to recalibrate the frame back to the mind. Patients' were usually a little confused after the proceedure.

All Cliff would remember is laying on the slab, the crate coming down over Sierra, and then ... Nothing. Just this ringing in his helm. Probably a momentary reboot from stress of panic, if chalked up to something medical.

Afterall, there wasn't exactly a witness.

And with the mechanical arms pinning Cliff slowly hissing open and falling back to the table with a harsh clank, that was his cue to go. They could have a touching reunion in peace, he had goodies to unpack and install.

The wall she's leaning on shifts, and Sierra flinches back, scrambling onto her feet, dead certain there's about to be something thin sliding underneath to form a floor, and then Nimbus will rotate the whole damn thing with her trapped inside like a bug-

Except.

That's not what happens.

It takes a minute for her eyes to adjust, but there's faint light coming from underneath one of the box edges, a slight gap where it's- it's sitting on a cable. Hope flares in her chest. But, Sierra stays cautious, slowly inching closer until she can squint and make out the small block at the end of said cable. Crouching and fumbling with it in the dimness, she feels two buttons.

It's still quiet outside.

She swallows. Holds her breath. Angles the remote where she can vaguely see a color difference, and tries pushing the green button.

Brrrt! Clang-clank-clank-clag!

The loud noises make her flinch, gripping the remote tighter. It seems to have done the trick, though - surely those couldn't have come from anything other than the clamps opening and falling aside.

Right?

...but then, why isn't Cliffjumper moving?

Another swallow, and she tries calling for him. "Cliff?"

[dreamsofalife]

#?

((Shy has a bit of an awkward walk. She keeps her arms straight down at her sides and walks one foot directly in front of another. She runs and jogs normally, but it's the walk that's odd.))

[autobotmedic]

"Hey Doc! You doing any trick or treating tonight?"

"I will not be going anywhere, nor advertising it. But since you have asked, I will offer you these."

Ratchet reaches into his back unit, and withdraws a pre-packed orange bag. Inside is a small bottle of water, a juicebox, and a little icepack keeping them both cold.

"I doubt most remember to counter the sugar with hydration."

[alacrityabound]

"You're shaking..." The words slip out unbidden, and once said, Sierra can't take them back or pretend she didn't notice.

>> It happens sometimes...<<

Oh. Right. Not-Raf. Sierra. It takes more effort than it should for Bee to open up a text comm., translate what he wants to say to USA English, and send a text to Sierra's phone. Normally, this would take a fraction of a second. But today, it takes a solid 5 seconds between Bumblebee's initial shorthand and the text.

:: Flare-up. I'll be ok. ::

[dancingdaffodils08]

The child of divorce:

The parents:

[twcwheeler]

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character || @cliff-and-the-kid

Cliff always has a solution. Better or worse, a solution. We both have been through situations our past selves would have seen nightmares about. And while war has made me more... cynical, sad... yearning for past that never shall return...

I have always been envious... for his ability to see light in darkness when I am ready to let my hope go. He was so patient even when I tried to push him away, and helped me through hard times and we became really close while working together. By now he must know me better than I. At least, he seems to understand who I truly am.

Ah. I have become so awfully... awfully vulnerable with him. He sees through me. My fears and weaknesses, even when I say otherwise, even when I try to hide them. It doesn't work anymore. He knows me, too well. But it's okay. I know, he would drag my wreck across the galaxy, even when I have refused.