ROCK'EM SOCK'EM ROBOTS [BIG OPEN FIGHT LOG]

[sufferist]

Who: Signless, Robots, and YOU
Where: City Hall, and all over downtown LA.
When: April 14th
What: Signless bates the Cybetronians into having a big fight in downtown LA while attempting to get a valuable artifact. Earth civilians and superheroes are SUPER WELCOME to notice the fuss and try to stop the fighting/safe people from collateral damage.
Warnings: SUDDENLY ROBOT ULTRAVIOLENCE

Signless leaves himself, and the hammer, visible at first. He wants them to see him, to know that the battle is imminent - and with any luck, a conflict will start. He'll do his best to disappear and keep them hunting for him as as long as possible after he's initially been spotted. Maximum collateral damage is his goal.

It also helps that he's an empath. He'll be taking whatever opportunities he can to agitate people's emotions, whether it be anger, panic, or fear, in the attempt to make ever more chaos.

This is a party style log, meaning you can make you own threads and scenarios. Signless will be around with the hammer. LET'S MAKE THIS AS BIG OF A CLUSTERFUCK AS POSSIBLE, GUYS.

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[deadpartners]

He's so careful, even now, but there's no doubt about his response now, no question. Arcee feels a peculiar swell in her spark, a feeling like the tides coming in, Orion's hand warm on her plating. It's the most selfish thing she's done in years, she knows, and the same must be true for him, even if he doesn't remember, and she chooses to revel in it. She pulls one hand away to brace it against his arm, fingers closing weakly over his plating as she kisses him.

It's pain that makes her pull back, a sharp jolt through her midsection, and she winces slightly, air hissing through her vents. She doesn't draw very far back, though, her hands and optics still softly on Orion, venting unevenly. The intensity of the moment hasn't waned any. "Orion..."

[thanksoptimus]

The sound of her pain seems to wake him up a little, and he pulls back, though not violently. His optics narrow in concern, however, and it forces him to stop and examine the situation.

"Cah...Arcee," he says, after a moment. "I apologize..."

[deadpartners]

Arcee shakes her head, one hand going to her abdomen. The plating is still warm where he'd welded it back together. "It's okay," she says, her voice still a little ragged, but warm, and her optics brighten slightly. It's hard to ignore the ache in her midsection -- she doubts it's going to stop hurting any time soon -- but she can at least reroute some of her nervecircuits away, take the edge off of it a little. "I'm fine, just -- a little twinge. Trust me, you don't have anything to apologize for."

[thanksoptimus]

"I was concerned I might have been...rash, for a moment," he says. His optics settle on hers, his shutters wide and lights intense.

Orion, she kissed you.

[deadpartners]

Arcee stares back at him for a moment, her expression mirroring his, his startled hesitation almost infectious -- and then she laughs. It starts out quiet, her voice still hoarse and strained, but it's warm and rich with laughter and she curls her small hand around his.

"You weren't the one who acted rashly, believe me," she says, her mouth quirked slightly into a helpless smile. This is where he differs from Optimus, this strangely sweet shyness. It's hard not to smile, even with everything else going on.