(TW: Descriptions of active death) [The slab below Optimus shook gently, and the whirring of an engine roused the Prime from his slumber. After managing to ward away the lingering static from the corners of his optics, Optimus could see how the ceiling above him rolled by slowly.] —
Its cycles like these that reminds me why I love my job~
The End of Proteus | halkheart | Ellipsus
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I suppose you will need to get back down to her soon [He knew he was pushing it now, but there was a feeling in his tanks that he just couldn’t shake. Something was off, more than usual.] [A quick comm was sent to Halk as he spoke, asking for an update on the Proteus situation.]
A groundbridge? Cliffjumper looked at the message. Hw puld have to inform Ultra Magnus of this discovery. Maybe he could catch the Magnus while he was still on planet.
I'll check and I'll bring it back. Hopefully it will keep less wanted organic pests around. I'll open a ground bridge and bring it back with me.
Sometimes while at work I could miss a whole sol cycle... its work weeks like this, I forget what the sun feels like.
Cliffjumper doctored the post as 'organic enthusiast'. It was easier to brush away the interest in organic, as opposed to the treasonous action of being a Decepticon sympathizer. Evil creatures they were.
I am going to leak that you are a organic fucker on every Cybertronian form I can find.
Found out about "Rum Cake". Wondering how it would be cybertronian flavored.
[Interactive] Are Mexican telenovelas really based on real stories, or are they made up to be that way?
Not often I would notice bots gone or missing. But sometimes I look over to Blurr's desk that sits unused for over a few decacycles now. If it wasn't for the bi-solar reports, he would have thought the mech had moved on to a different career. Or his line of work finally got him.
Thinking about going to the Turbofox Den after work. The arcade got a dule DDR set up. Now two can play at once.
Saw my nursery carrier today. He was still doing well. Hes proud of me for taking care of my old anger issues.
The Iacon Archives is holding a charity event. Its a good chance to get my servos on a new datapad to read.
Cliffjumper stared at the message with a deep frown, debating whether he should let this one slide or not. Nope, he would let it through. The Magnus had posted worse. Hopefully, it wouldn't turn out like the Spike pic incident.
Codexa told me not to but I’ve had a bit of a drink and I am in a particularly charged mood. How does one meet a like minded bot for a bit of fun?
If the human known as Jude Bellingham scores again I will personally announce a Cybertronian wide holiday on the next Earth solar cycle named Monday.
ITS COMING HOME
A weekend night. Staying overtime at the office. There were as many bots for the night crew as the day crew. Somehow the night crew was quieter, less vocal while working. Cliffjumper found it creepily relaxing. Like he was alone, but there were so many other bots here. He'd have to do this more.
Teaching orphans about cyberbullying seemed worthless since they didn't have anything to be cyberbullied with. The city deemed giving orphanages web-accessible data pads "unnecessary," only donating pre-approved reading pads. However, it was mandatory to participate in. Even as Cliffjumper read-
He didn't need it. Primus knew he didn't need it. But the garment called to him. Cliff was in the city with some other coworkers, on their way to the closest, cheapest bar to drink away the hardship of the day, when the piece of fabric caught his optic. -
Cliffjumper worked quietly at his desk. In on audio he had Latin American music playing on low. The culture had become somewhat of an obsession? No, that wasn't the word. It was just something in his spark that truly latched on to that earthling community. He couldn't understand what it was about-
Cliffjumper arrived to the City Hall without much of an issue, Why would he. Walking in wasn't part that put him on pause. It was the fact of how empty it was past the main floor. As he stated hitting the lower levels of the building, his platting began to crawl. Normally there would be at the-
Cliffjumper read the recommendation. He then looked through the data pads on his desk. Nothing about Central Hall. He got up from his desk, walking over to the cluster of desks of agents and primes that worked exclusively on city hall and council surveillance. They gave him their most-
Cliffjumper read the recommendation. He then looked through the data pads on his desk. Nothing about Central Hall. He got up from his desk, walking over to the cluster of desks of agents and primes that worked exclusively on city hall and council surveillance. They gave him their most-
I highly recommend all of our agents still on Cybertron avoid the lower compartments of the Central Hall for a few cycles.
OOC: No life updates, but Cliffjumper believes New Kaon is pretty. But like in a 'Post-Depression Mining Town' kind of way, where it was rebuilt on the surviving strong structures to preserve culture, but had a modern twist to it.
Cliffjumper drank his morning energon cube, watching the morning Cybertronian news before he left for his shift. Yadda yadda yadda. A lot of information he already knew. Then there was an interview with Alpha Trion. Cliff rolled his optics. Though the elder senator was typically quiet during-
Cliffjumper closed the app with a huff. Seemed like no one could give him an answer. Reaching out was pointless.
How does an organic make a Cybertronian sparkling?
Breaking up the gladiator ring was going to be a lot harder than Cliffjumper had originally thought. They had all the proof of the illegal activity. They had witness statements. They had the information... well, almost all. Due to the clause of what classified the gladiator pits, the new-