#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!!!!!!"

[alacritysparked]

If Bee ever does actually try to tell Sierra he Understands About Periods Now, she might actually combust from sheer embarrassment on the spot.

Bad enough Cliffjumper did the same thing ages ago...

If? Fam, that is most certainly a when.

But he may (or may not) do it in a less cringe way than Cliff. Get ready for some incredibly questionable emoji choices on Venmo.

[coetusmachina]

(Technically not sex pollen, but-)

Cliffjumper is. Not doing so hot at the moment.

Or, well, ha, he's doing too hot. Whatever magic that little greyface threw at him isn't going away; instead, in fact, has gotten significantly worse. The intrusive coding keeps clawing at his higher thought functions, demanding more processor space, making it next to impossible to be at all rational at the moment.

Even so. Even at his dumbest, lowest moment, there's only one other member of Team Prime that Cliff would ever consider asking for help with something like this.

A crackle of static and her name and the word 'help' are all he manages to send in the comm call to Arcee, followed half a minute later by a location ping for a cave a few miles away from base. Sending any further info isn't really an option; rather, Cliff curls into himself with a low keen, one hand pressing hard against his abdominal plating, the other pinned between both legs.

The very second that Arcee had received the distressed signal from Cliffjumper, she was running out of the silo; transforming and racing down the roads and through the desert to reach the coordinants that he had sent to her. She had been worried when she couldn't find him earlier in the silo base, but had just about figured he was with Sierra, but when she had seen Sierra come in with Jack and Miko with Bulkhead... she had known something was off, but not to what extent.

When she arrived at the coordinates, she transformed and made her way quickly and cautiously inside the cave. She hadn't noticed any Decepticon signals around, but knowing them...

"Cliff? Where are you?" She called out softly, keeping her audials tuned in to any sounds she might hear that could lead her to--

"Cliff!" She rushed over, kneeling beside him and putting a servo gently on his back, "What's wrong?"

[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."

[faultfindingfirebot]

"Howdy, Firework," Cliffjumper's popping in for a brief visit. "I finally heard about that mess on New Year's, you doing okay?"

Once again Heatwave found himself fighting his own servos as they clutched Cliffjumper’s faceplate and gave it a loving caress.

“No one realizes that I’m water based…”

[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.

[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.

[solusprime]

🌻 :)

I'll just tell you whatever I want

Why do humans seem to want to destroy themselves so badly? It is for this reason I have avoided making anything too crazy on Earth. The wrong person gets a hold of a weapon and it is chaos for the lot.

[xretiredcommanderx]

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

[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.

[alacritysparked]

🐝 @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.”

[coetusmachina]

( ✧ ― @cliff-and-the-kid // continued from here ― ✧ )

Arcee paused, humming as he spoke. Yeah, there was something wrong, and considering how quickly he got her off the comms, she had a feeling she knew exactly what the problem was - the kids had given her enough of them on their own with how much they liked to sneak off behind the bots while they were going on dangerous missions.

She sighed, grabbing two med-grade cubes and a few other things before checking his location and heading out to find him. There was no way that she was going to sit by while he wasn't doing good in any sense. He was her partner, and one thing she takes pride in is taking care of her partners.

[dreamsofalife]

Sierra reluctantly raises a hand. "I also don't recognize the name Chris Farley, or any of those roles other than Shrek, so this feels more like a generational thing than personal failure?"

Her heart is breaking. How could you?

"I'm making you all watch SNL. And Beverly Hills Ninja!"

[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.

[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."