#frostbittenfemme

[helicrazy]

@wild-at-spark

Loneliness begins to creep up on Viktor as the days go by. It hadn't been long since his squad got deployed on a mission, but to him, it felt like months had already passed by. He should be saying his old platoon, except he feels a burning sensation of betrayal in his chest any time he tries to refer to them as such. They're still his brothers at the end of the day, no matter what. He simply can't take the pain of watching them all leave, knowing he can't join them anymore.

Fuck it, he needs a drink and not what he currently has in his fridge. He craves something powerful and scrambles to find any bills he can scavenge for a trip to the bar where he's a known regular. After putting his mask on with LED lights on the visor and spikes on the bottom half, he gets a ride from public transport to take him there.

When Viktor arrives, he approaches the bartender and taps the counter a couple of times to announce his presence. "Hey Joe, the usual for me at my table." He greets the man while the mask makes the '^^' expression.

"So, she with you then?" The bartender asks, causing the mask's visor to turn into question marks before peering at the table.

Seeing it occupied by someone he's never met, he side glances toward Joe. "No. Be right back." Viktor answers, then makes his way to the table where a blond woman is peacefully enjoying her drink. Unfortunately, that won't last for long as it's something he refuses to let slide. Hell, everyone practically knew that in here. What gives her the right?

Viktor places one hand, almost roughly, on the table and waves with his other. "Excuse me miss..." He addresses her in a friendly tone that becomes slightly deeper as he continues. "You are currently in my favorite spot here, and I kindly ask that you fuck off from it."

[photobombingcryptid]

"Blazey! Yoohoo! Yknow you're a mil-" Her sentence is interrupted by a hiccup.

"A mil-" Interrupted by another hiccup, and then another.

The medic frowns, proceeds to punch her own chest to stop the hiccups then look at Blaze. "A MILF!" She exclaims.

He doesn't recall ever seeing Wild this drunk. Hell, he can't even remember if he had ever seen her drink.

Blaze patiently waits for whatever Wild wants to blurt out and she is met with a wordless answer - blinking.

After a few seconds, Blaze's optic ridge raises in slight confusion.

"A what?"

[altruistic-sunshine]

:: I saw your advert for cooking.. and well frankly I can't remember the last time I had a proper cooked meal. So I would really appreciate your services.::

::Goodness- it's spark-breaking to know how common such a thing is, you're not the first to tell me this- Is it time that you're missing to prepare food, or even just to simply sit down and eat?::

[shiningsilverarmor]

frostbittenfemme: What if Wild calls him a good boy? 👀

"Mechs and mates out there. LISTEN... Alpha 2 ONLY has permission to say word." Hence he proceeded to step into Wild's personal space.

[polyhexianchicken]

She's launching herself at him to tackle him into a hug.

OH SHIT FRAG-

SMACK BANG CRASH

[twcwheeler]

closed starter for @frostbittenfemme !

Carefully, she stepped out, now standing by the trainstop as the strong gush of departing vehicle brushed her wings. It all felt... surreal. Just being outside while others were starting their early dance class. It was hard to comprehend or believe... or was it just, hard to accept?

She felt like aged femme, having to take her time wih things, since each time she had to put pressure over the injured leg it felt awful - putting her off balance. But she wasn't sure which hurt more. The injury... or her pride. Just a day ago, she had looked forward to grand role.

And then... she jumped, and fell.

And the worst ahead. The examination, potential procedure or even adjustment... letting someone get so close and potentially cause discomfort. She still, hadn't gotten over it. Idea terrified her. And each step took her closer to the inevitable. Should she desire to see the stage again.

Last night, she hadn't recharged a bit. She had made plenty of research about Iacon based clinics. Private. The company income and support granted that chance. She at least could take control and make a decision herself, instead of waiting in the lobby to meet... who knows who.

One had indeed caught the dancer's eye. A femme, and aspecialist of trauma type of injuries, even from challenging sorts. Her case should be a piece of cake then, right? For sure someone like her knew how to deal with small stretches and loose bolts, right? Arcee still refused to believe it would be anything worse.

She stops before entrance, as if invisible wall was stopping her from pressing the button. Wings tensed up,and she could clearly feel her spark beat. Then, she hesitatingly presses the bell with a shaking digit.

"...Hello. I... came for an appointment... I'm Arcee..."

[ghostlyvisage]

💭 :3c

Meme/Open

"I would just love to tease you all day. Send you to work with a nice, long lasting toy, turn it on when your in your office. Turn it on when you come home, watch you stumble through the door... Then spread you out on the table and dine on you until your screaming and shaking~"

[helicrazy]

The Combaticon watches as more snow falls down and grins. Enjoying how his words made her fluster with flurries. He'll have to play around with her ability some other time and see how crazy it can get.

"We're not called Combaticons just for show sweet spark." Vortex claims while slanting a hip to the side. Any of them can put up a good battle, whether it be a simple sparring match to a fight to the death, they can handle themselves extremely well. His rotors twitch again at the comment and hums.

"Oh, I count on it little one." He salutes the femme before turning toward the exit. "I can think of a lot of exciting things to do with you~"

Slowly the severity of the temperature warning on her HUD begins to decrease as the snow finds its resting place on her armour. Wild watches Tex's digits bleed, appreciating the damage she did to them; not bad considering she was holding back.

A draw? Wild lets out a hum, she can accept that.

The medic lets out a quiet 'oh' as Tex lifts her up, simply letting him manhandle her as he moves. "O-oh likewise. It's not often I get such a skilled opponent."

Date? The mere mention of the word makes her spark flip in its casing. She can't tell if he's joking or being serious but it doesn't matter, its enough to cause another poof of snow, adding to the flurry falling down on them. Atleast she's slowly cooling down while making a spectacle of herself.

The medic makes a mental note to work on supressing her powers again. She fears she's become too lax at doing so. Despite mentally berating herself Wild perks up when Tex mentions making it a regular occurrence she makes no attempt at hiding her excitement at that idea.Regular sparring sessions with someone who won't hold back on her? Count her in

"Most definitely, you're a thrilling opponent." She chirps, her optics practically lighting up with joy at the idea. Considering she can't make more of a fool of herself due to her frosty escapades Wild decides to shoot her shot; if Vortex can be so brazen then so can she. "You looking pretty especially while fighting is just a bonus." The medic compliments winking up at the Combaticon.

"As for your statement earlier about keeping me.. buy me dinner first." She purrs. "Then you can see about putting a collar on me." A little smirk graces her lipplates.

[helicrazy]

@wild-at-spark

Vortex is always full of surprises. A good example is sending a wounded mech with a message to the medic, making sure it went to her wards, about the location of their next date. There is a knife impaled deeply into the chest and when it gets removed she'll be able to see coordinates engraved into the shaft with Vortex's name and a heart beside it.

The coordinates lead to the Combaticon home outside of Kaon where Vortex prepares the dungeon while waiting for her arrival. It took him some time to find the person he was looking for, and when he finally did he figured to let the femme in on the fun since she helped him when they got kidnapped.

With him busy, Brawl is the one who answers the door after getting the notification that someone is there. However, he is lost when he opens the entrance only to find no one there. The tank looks around expecting to see the visitor, or perhaps some prankster thinking he won't get blasted back to the city.

The Combaticon is about to step back inside to close the door before he hears someone, a very tiny someone, and stops.

"Uh... hello?"

[shiningsilverarmor]

@frostbittenfemme

Ladyhawke (1985) dir. Richard Donner

[photobombingcryptid]

Wild UwU

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

"How can I pass on a chance to feel chills down my spine like never before? How can I pass on the chance of witnessing Wild creating her own snowy forecast?"

"It only gives me an idea to narrate our frag like it's a weather's report and also hope she doesn't freeze my mouth shut."

[shiningsilverarmor]

@frostbittenfemme he- we missed yoooou~

...maybe. Perhaps. But it became absolutely with his body language rather than his still grumpy facial expression as soon as he loomed over Wild's open arms frame, cape and the build of his own frame engulfing her in.

Now no mech could see her.

Now she was safe.

[polyhexianchicken]

Would you rather cookies or oil cakes? (so she knows what to bake him when he next visits xD)

"COOKIEZZZZZZ"

[altruistic-sunshine]

::I'm sorry to hear that, sounds like a high stress job- you wouldn't be a medic, would you?::

::I merely ask because there's no point in making anything if you can't at least have a little time to yourself to refuel, is there no way you can have an allotted timeframe in the day where you can have say, twenty minutes uninterrupted time to yourself?::

:: I saw your advert for cooking.. and well frankly I can't remember the last time I had a proper cooked meal. So I would really appreciate your services.::

::Goodness- it's spark-breaking to know how common such a thing is, you're not the first to tell me this- Is it time that you're missing to prepare food, or even just to simply sit down and eat?::

[ghostlyvisage]

*** they are indeed some good thighs medic approved

"Glad at least some reasonable medics approve~"

[helicrazy]

@wild-at-spark

Of all the places to offline someone it had to be his least favorite spot. The hospital, where there can be multiple witnesses and guards posted nearly everywhere. The client's failed attempt is what led the target to wind up there in the first place. Now it's a clean-up mission for the teal copter to complete but hey, they're paying for it so he isn't going to complain. At the end of the day, it's still a simple job compared to some others he had.

His visor dims at the busy crowd as he steps into the building, especially towards the front desk area he will not be approaching to keep his presence on the down low as much as possible. Instead, he finds what he needs after purposely bumping into a nurse, and charming his way into getting them to spill which room his 'friend' is currently in. After that, he manages to slip past any security he stumbles upon on his way to the room, keeping to blind spots like he has mesmerized this hospital inside out, and in a way he has.

The Combaticon's rotors flick when he finds the room and quickly glances around to make sure no one is watching when he slides inside. He turns around to see the mech passed out on the medical berth and approaches it. Then picks up the data pad beside them to read about their condition which results in him chuckling.

"Aw. Having the best recharge of your life I see." Vortex places the data pad back down before leaning over the mech, giving a flick to their helm just for fun. "How about I make it permanent for you?" The copter queries while hovering his servo over the mech's throat. His claws slide against the wires and cables, searching for a certain one to snag.

He gets so distracted with his work that he doesn't notice the room has felt chillier.