#praxianjurisdiction

[praxiancommander]

"Jazz advised that I make one of these blogs for 'fun'. I'm making it to keep track of everyone else."

"This is Prowl of Praxus, home universe ID 59901TEV. I am broadcasting this to all Autobots - and Decepticons, as it may be - that any suspicious activity on this site will be tracked and investigated at the discretion of Autobot HQ. This is the only warning you will recieve."

[verdigrisprowl]

praxian-jurisdiction started following you

For a comm frequency Prowl had never seen before, it felt surprisingly familiar. He'd been around the multiverse long enough to guess why that was.

«Alternate. This is Prowl—although I expect you knew that already. Can I help you?»

[choochoomotherslagger]

praxian-jurisdiction replied to your post:15'6".

Absolutely not going to happen.

there's quite a view you'd miss out on there, but okay

[burnished-archived]

Excuse me.

5. Falling Asleep

He was on security detail again, something about Red Alert needing time away from ‘his slaggin’ aft’ and working Red’s detail was pretty much the only way they could ensure Sunstreaker was kept out of the way.

But damn was it boring.

He tried his damn well hardest to keep his optics open, watching those rather silent screens of mecha milling about.. nothing real interesting, no fresh dirt.. no blackmail. He wasn’t sure how Red did this all day… but eventually, tired systems submitted.

He planted himself face down on the terminal, mostly by mistake. He was vaguely aware of the door opening, thinking he might need to check who it was.. he’d be slagged if it was anyone important.. Pushing himself back up to sit, his thoughts were suddenly blank as his mind pushed deeper for recharge protocols to activate entirely.

[getjazzywithit]

✮ ❤

❤ - voice

    Jazz’s voice is very smooth and suave, and yes,voices can be suave. It’s not too deep but also not toohigh-pitched, just resting in that sweet spot that makesyour frame shiver. And to be honest, everything aboutChanning Tatum is exactly how I see Jazz to be andsound.

✮ - sleeping habits

    With the presence of his mates, he’s able to sleepmuch more peacefully these days. He enjoys cuddlingvery much, it’s really the only way he sleeps is cuddledup to somebot, but Jazz is a light sleeper so he’ll wakeup a lot during the middle of the night. In that regard, Iguess you could say he doesn’t have as steady of a rechargepattern as he’d like to have.

[cool-and-collective]

+praxian-jurisdiction

    Jazz squinted at his datapad; this was unexpected and he idly wondered if he was in some sort of trouble now. He shrugged it off and tapped the screen to grab the comm number he'd need to send a ping -- which he did.

    With a ping sent and his signature attached, he tossed the datapad to the other side of the berth to wait a response. 

[littleblackbicycle]

i think i know why astro always ends up yelling about the war at prowls

prowl is the closest to the autobot cause, second only to prime - it's the next best thing to dressing down the guy who's partially responsible for all of the death and and destruction and dead bars

he's like the exact opposite of the train, logical, intelligent, detached, staunchly loyal.. and at the same time just as stubborn and reckless as he ever was

.. he might possibly see a little bit of the True Decepticon in him

or at least, what he himself could have become as a True Decepticon

it's kind of scary

[blue-and-black-hero]

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Strict, logical, quite the looker, stern

[choochoomotherslagger]

15'6".

teenier not-quite-a-nemesis

you could ride on my shoulders

[talentandlooks]

((.//wants to interact with Praxian-Jurisdiction but doesn't know if it would be Ark Hotshot or Lost Light Hotshot..and then if they'd even want to interact with me anyway...//))

[smoothgetaway]

praxian-jurisdiction started following you

"Officer, whatever it was, I didn't do it." :|

"I'm just making Italian food..."

[choochoomotherslagger]

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[choochoomotherslagger]

Prowl would definitely NOT have the Train pull up any memories from around the time he had decided to leave his universe's war and run off into the multiverse. Nope. (he totally would)

The trouble with that, dear Prowler, is that it’s less of a concrete ‘I’M LEAVING NOW BITCHES HERE’S MY LETTER OF RESIGNATION GO STARVE IN A PIT’ decision, and more of a whirlwind of circumstance, like a blur of images right before a blackout.

One moment he was chilling out on an orbital patrol - already the pillar of responsibility here - the next he’s in an unfamiliar universe. There’s a pointy Soundwave, a large blue Seeker, a rockbeast piloted by the Unmaker himself, and a rather cute silver mech going by the same name as your gambler, to name a few. There’s the thought that this isn’t real, especially after the rockbeast attempts to kill him with a plant.

If you really dug into that first transition, you could find that there was an uncomfortable surge of warmth in his plating not linked to booze or arousal. He never really could identify it, and he may have forgotten it.

Savvy mechs might call it rift energy.

[talentandlooks]

Praxian-Jurisdiction came to your door

Hotshot heard the knock and vented out slowly, pushing himself up from his berth with little difficulty. His spark still hurt, but he was a deal of a lot better than he was the day before. Clicking the door open, he peeked out, optics shuttering twice. "...Hello? Ah haven't met ya before.."