#queenofthetrophyhall

[wiindvoiice]

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever truly celebrated a holiday before.”

"Caminus is a very religious colony. There's a number of festivals through a Camien vorn... the one just starting is a new vorn celebration. It celebrates the first strike of the sacred forge.

I haven't... really been able to observe it since I came to Cybertron. The Way of Flame isn't a popular religion on the homeworld."

[helicrazy]

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With a returning guest @photobombingcryptid 

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[mechanicinclined]

“Well hello there, and where might you be scampering off to at such a late hour?” (For Charlie’s TFP verse? Also, Howdy!)

She'd really not planned to take this path back to her small apartment on the outskirts of town. Typically she'd have asked Bee for a lift, maybe taken some time to chill with the kids (Raf reminded her almost painfully of Otis sometimes), but something had apparently gone sideways for the bots.

And so here she was, hoofing it home, only to hear an unfamiliar voice nearby. Her eyes narrow and she looks around, shifting her weight as she turns to look around.

"...well. That depends on who's asking."

[risenwings]

“You got guts, I’ll give you that.”

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"Nope! I'm just bored!" Skywarp chirps. "Besides! TC says I have no onboard threat analysis module!"

[exitialepulchritudo]

“Those are lovely blades, but I’ve never been a sword girl personally.” (For Arcee)

" My blade work is only for the worthy. And if I'm bored. A personal point if you will..." She smirks, flashing a double set of eye teeth on the too. Optics flashing golden yellow," Daggers and Razor wire garottes work just as well for my work."

An admiring look at the more angular femme. Almost considering.

" What is your preference of weapon?"

[noiizemaze]

{ @queenofthetrophyhall }

Don’t forget that it also includes doing weird things to others.

Tarantulas slips a pedipalp under Airachnid's chin to give her an affectionate little squish.

"Now, now, consent is key-- you need to make them sign the documentation first. Notekeeping is very important, especially if you want to be able to replicate your experiments later on down the line."

[raifer-vayne]

💥

//probably boredom. Raif has a horrible time when he's bored, and will sometimes find horrible solutions to it. He really has a hard time remaining still and inactive for lengthy amounts of time.

[wiindvoiice]

"Work."

It's an honest answer. She is here to do her job, the speaker for an ancient titan. His voice and keeper. An honorable job, one considered sacred by many. But as the only cityspeaker on Cybertron still, with Caminus still having its gates closed to the homeworld, shaken by the threat of war so long ago?

She had to be even more cautious. She served Metroplex and those he served, it was true, and so this Airachnid fell under that. Even if she didn't necessarily see herself as a citizen, visitors counted just as much. She had her duties, regardless.

"I keep myself very busy. Today I simply needed some time away, and a walk around the city felt like the best way to spend my time. Be out among the people and all that, as they say."

“The pleasure is all mine,” Airachnid places a clawed servo on her chest plates and inclined her head slightly, formality wasn’t always her strongpoint. She had managed it with Megatron during the war for survival’s sake, but it just felt…vaguely uncomfortable to do otherwise. There was an echo there, she thought, of something she couldn’t remember.

“So, Windblade of Caminus, what brings you to Cybertron now that all the excitement is over? I’m here to reconnect with my roots personally, and perhaps some old friends. Or make new ones, it depends on what I find.” Her optics scanned over the Camien, not overtly of course, but a discerning eye could catch a flash in her pink optics. It was a hunting instinct mostly, but it also gave useful data.

Slightly less useful data than what she’d get from examining an organic target, but the changes wrought by the arachnoid inhabitants of Archa Seven hadn’t been geared towards Cybertronian biology. In fact, she was fairly certain they weren’t intentional at all even with how useful they were.

[wiindvoiice]

@queenofthetrophyhall said:

“Ah Camiens, I don’t believe I’ve met very many of you.”

There's a certain unease Windblade feels sometimes around new people- it was hard, after all, to gauge someone's intentions. And when one spent their life with a constant hum of the thoughts of others, surface level, floating through their own mind?

It made her even more uncertain.

Something makes her nervous about this one, though, and her wings lift high on her back as she straightens, optics focusing quickly.

"Caminus cut off contact with the homeworld when the war escalated out of control. For the safety of our city and our people. They wanted no part in the war, after what happened."

[helicrazy]

“So, from one ‘con who can turn into a helicopter to another, I have to ask. Why did you pick an Apache? They’re a little outdated after all.”

:: For starters, military-style looks sick as frag, and the weaponry on them can demolish pretty much anything. ::

:: Besides I'm a Combaticon. What good could I do in a plain 'copter alt mode that's only meant for flying from point A to B? Crash into my enemies? ::

:: I already do that anyway. ::

[exitialepulchritudo]

@queenofthetrophyhall

The yellow-gold gleam of optics. Then a quicksilver smirk. A flutter of the brightness. A wink? Perhaps.

[exitialepulchritudo]

“ How droll. That does sound amusing.” Arcee mutters to herself then speaks a little louder,” Well. At least they are good eating, and the fear of something often makes it sweeter to eat.” She prods the carcass one last time before sauntering around to step closer to the other femme. Peering to look at the area where she is feeding,” Your bite is impressive I’ll admit. It makes me jealous even-” Another sharp edged smile before she moves to perch on a rock that is closer to her,” Have you tried mechanimals? Or just organic?”

*Airachnid is holding half a cow and her chin is streaked with crimson* “This is exactly what it looks like so what can I say? I was hungry and beef is one of my favorite meats. Not as good as star whale but still good.” (For Arcee)

Arcee cocks her helm. Twirling a vibroblade casually," What? You think I'm judging you? Frag no-" She flashes the other a wide sharp fanged grin," I've eaten questionable slag plenty of times. Survival is for the strong, everything else? Just links in the food chain." Swaying her pedes where she's perched on a thick branch. She likes to be high up. Or she likes to be in the thick of things. Time has told her to not crowd a predator's meal. She's one herself after all. " The only question I have... is does it taste good? Insecticon is pretty gritty to eat. IS beef?"

[exitialepulchritudo]

@queenofthetrophyhall said “ “If you have a flamethrower that technically makes you hot stuff.”

Elita purrs quietly,” I do keep several flamethrowers in the arsenal of Carcer. They are particularly effective against insecticons and saboteurs.” Arcee shrugs a little,” I don’t keep one on me but I’ve USED one. It was fun. 10/10 would use again.” Chromia just looks dubiously at her two friends and vents quietly.

[exitialepulchritudo]

@queenofthetrophyhall answered ' Bones and All'

Elita nods approvingly.

" Waste not want not."

[wiindvoiice]

Her bright optics never left the other femme. Perhaps there was no reason to worry- no one had exactly warned her off a femme like her, had they? And she seemed polite enough.

But still, that niggling feeling remained, scratching at the back of her mind. Perhaps she should've trusted her gut and bolted immediately, but curiosity was a powerful thing. And Windblade was, in the grand scale of the war, young. Isolation had kept her off-balance.

Slowly, though never so much her optics leave Airachnid's face, she gives a shorter version of her usual deep bow.

"Windblade of Caminus." She does not mention yet her place as a cityspeaker... for those who knew, her marked face was a dead giveaway enough. "It's a pleasure."

Airachnid nodded, “I vaguely remember hearing something along the lines of that before. Unfortunately I never bothered to learn the specifics because I had a late arrival to the war and there were bigger sharkticons to smelt.”

She did her best to appear like a nonthreat, no easy task when she was considered. Her blade limbs were folded as tight as they could articulate to her back, forming something that on first glacé could almost look like a cape. Her digits…well she couldn’t help that they looked like claws, but seekers faced a similar problem and not all of them were hostile.

She smiled, a pleasant thing without her fangs, and continued. “But I’m getting ahead of myself, I am Airachnid, and who might you be?”