#redinrevolt

[stinglikeame]

red-in-revolt replied to your post:

"Okay but like, how were they wrong?" -Redstrike

They weren't! That's what makes it worse!

[transformiing]

@red-in-revolt

“How curious. Would you consider yourself divine then, Redstrike-san?”

[ask-smokescreen]

@red-in-revolt

"Oh. Nothing you couldn't handle Smokey."

Ohhh, yeah? Now I'm curious what kinda challenge we're talking! 'Cause I can handle a lot, you know that, right?

[photobombingcryptid]

@red-in-revolt liked for a starter!

::Codeblue. ::

Blaze comms the other and clears his throat.

:: How would you feel if I borrowed Gary and painted him. For fun. ::

He sounds a little drunk. A little high.

[iaconsavior]

A slender and pretty mech is waiting for Sentinel in one of his plethora of drawing rooms. He lounges like a bored Emperor... or a Prime. The tips of his tail flick up as he traces a hand from his knee strut up to his windshield. The light caught his red paint and shimmered the same way the most high-class escorts would. "You kept me waiting. I was led to believe you enjoy having your portrait painted." He mused, his voice smooth as silk.

"..." Primus. Sure, he's used to flaunting and flirting that comes with invites from the rich and famous, hardly always the host puffing a bit of bumper for attention. But this? Primus certainly knows how to bless.

There is red paint, and then there is red paint. This one makes fire opals weep with envy.

Was he due for portraits? Honestly, probably. Marketing and PR scheduled a lot of things around his trips to the surface 'matrix hunting'.

"My deepest apologies. I wish all meetings could be as time conforming as you but, alas. Such is the way of the Prime. " Sentinel hummed, servo held down and out for a shake.

[badassitron]

red-in-revolt replied to your post:

Redstrike just grins and lets all FOUR of his arms unfold. "C'mere little autobot! Give us a hug!"

DON'T HAVE TO TELL B TWICE. He's RUNNING to be caught. Four arms means twice the hug, right??

[rodismancave]

You're kind of so cute it makes me ravenous. Just wanna take a nibble.

Do you want a bite outta my burrito

[ascheming]

@red-in-revolt continued from x

"It's not that I lack it; I simply doubt you share my particular brand of humor. Few do. Consider me marginally more interested, should it be as you say."

[123mirage]

Snake is just gonna, curl up right here. Right on top of Mirage. Yup. Perfect spot. Thank you.

He wakes up from his nap, what was it another alleycat? No. What is this!? He's wiggling what is IT?!?

[scientificmicroscope]

Redstrike slips a box of energon gel candies to Quark as well as a bottle of moonshine engex.

"Oh? What is the occasion, dear Artist?" Quark smiled as clearly, the mech had grabbed his attention with such a display.

"I don't think it's my Forge day yet."

[mastermegatron]

@red-in-revolt replied to your post “Maybe he should visit a medic at least once in his...”:

"Yeah probably. We're not all nicknamed 'hatchet' y'know. Some of us are just clowns in white paint." -Codeblue

​"Don't say that. I've changed my mind. I'm not going. I'll suffer."

[rifleseye]

Redstrike just, wandering down the hall to Swerve's, passing by Percy and leaving a trail of candy-coated energon-candy scent in his wake, as if he'd been bathing in sweetened energon.

Perceptor pauses his persistent pursuit in pattern perception when Redstrike passes by. What is that coying smell? Curiously, he follows after if only because he wants to find the source. He's not been around many who use... perfumes? Scent enhancers? Well either way, he feels a little ridiculous when he realizes he's just following Redstrike when he actually looks up from his datapad.

And finding himself in Swerve's.

This is embarrassing.

[transformiing]

@red-in-revolt

"Your self awareness does you credit, I s'pose."

[doorwings]

Redstrike drops in on Prowl and plops himself down right next to him. "Care to give your opinion on something?"

Prowl squints. "How did you get in here?"

Alas.

"What is this thing you require my input on?"

[photobombingcryptid]

Gary is here to help. He walks up to Blaze with a bucket in his mouth, drops the bucket, and proceeds to vomit up what...sure LOOKS like milk into said bucket.

Not you too, Gary.

Not you too!!!!

CORRUPUTED BY THE MILK!!!!!

[iaconsavior]

... What a weird root mode.

"Hey, no pushing. We got plenty of me and me's to go around" Shoo, crowd. Take your pre signed collectable cards and don't scuff him.