//-anymore after this post, so I more than likely won't see any replies or messages here. However, my DMs on my main will always be open.
//It was fun, and I enjoyed my time, but I doubt I'll do a public rp like this again.
//-anymore after this post, so I more than likely won't see any replies or messages here. However, my DMs on my main will always be open.
//It was fun, and I enjoyed my time, but I doubt I'll do a public rp like this again.
//I was already beginning to rp here less and less anyway, so I'm honestly not all that broken up about leaving this platform (for rping, at least. I'll still be active on my main @pheonyx98.bsky.social, for those who want to reach out about anything) I probably won't even be opening these accounts-
//Since everything has kind of blown up, my accounts (General Break Out, Omen/???, and Brunner) will be going on indefinite hiatus. I may end up deleting these accounts as well, but I doubt it. In all honesty, I'll likely just end up forgetting about them (eventually).
[It backs away, staring for another long moment before it vanishes into the darkness entirely.]
[It takes another few kliks for the effects to wear off from Starscream's processor, leaving only a faint helm ache and tiredness from his processor struggling to comprehend what happened to it.]
[The creature starts to move closer, but it makes a mistake. It brushes a brittle twig, and the weak limb snaps off the tree and falls down, hitting Lily right in the helm. The creature is frozen again.]
[The pain starts getting worse, a strut-deep fatigue hitting Starscream. Even just lifting a digit takes monumental effort.]
[High above the two bots, a gangly, sickly frame lies in wait.]
[The urge gets stronger, and the helmache gets worse. Something starts tingling at the bottom of Starscream's pedes and the tips of his digits. A voice whispers incoherently, but it sounds panicked.]
[The comm call doesn't even pick up. The window just vanishes. For a moment, it just seemed quite random, but then Starscream begins to feel dizzy and like he needs to get away from all bots. Now.]
[Lily doesn't see anything, but Starscream does get a pop-up on his HUD. A comm-call request from what looks to be an ancient number.]
((OOC: Just some clean up, and a new temporary pin for information. Information on this character is currently not available to anyone inside the rp. Consider this account entirely invisible for now. I'll put up a new pinned post when more information becomes accessible.))
OOC: Hi everyone!! Iโm making this post as a sort of announcement. By 12am pst on January 1st, many people on the tfa bluesky rp will be resetting. So what does this mean? It means that some characters will be given a clean slate, as many of us are so grateful to be apart of this, a lot of us did
๐๐ฆ๐๐ง: Spoilers ;)
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((OOC: This is a marker post! The Bluesky TFA RP is going to go through a reset! Everything from ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ this post is from the old rp, and everything ๐๐
๐๐๐ this post is the new rp.))
((๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐๐ซ, ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง will all be ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ญ.))
[Little does Rung know, Omen is already watching his little light from the corner, mask firmly in place, and unintentionally unsettling a couple of random mechs nearby.]
[A dark shape slips into the room, staying entirely silent and scanning the area. Of course, Rung is at a more populated place at the bar... He'll catch his little light's attention later. He sticks to the shadows for now, finding a quiet corner.]
โ'๐ช ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข โ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฉ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ข, โ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ข ๐ด๐ฅ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ.
((I'm not sure Rung would be able to handle that very well, but if he would like to come, I do not see why not.))
๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ช๐ญ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฉ๐ถ ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค.
((You are impressively annoying))
๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข ๐ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ซ... โ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ด๐๐ฑ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฑ.
((To be a young hunter again... I will watch you with interest.))
๐๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฉ, ๐ช๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข.
((We will, my love.))
โ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ช๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ข "๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ข๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฐ" ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ซ.
((It is better to feel hungry for some time than never be able to taste "something so delicious" again.))
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๐ข ๐ด๐๐ฏ๐ถ, ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค ๐ช๐ข๐ฑ๐๐ฉ-๐ข๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ. โ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ข๐ข๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ช๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฌ๐ซ, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ช๐๐ถ ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ช๐๐ซ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข.
๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ โ ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ช๐ข๐ฐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ซ๐ข๐ก ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ข. โ ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ช๐ญ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค.
โ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ซ'๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ซ-๐ฑ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก๐ข๐๐ฉ, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ โ'๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ด๐ข ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ข๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฑ~ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ซ ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ- ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ช๐๐ฑ๐ข. โ'๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข'๐ก ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ซ.
๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ช๐๐ถ ๐ง๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ช๐ข, ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ โ ๐๐ช ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ'๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐๐ข ๐ช๐ฒ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฅ๐๐ฑ โ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ก. โ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ'๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐๐ฐ.
โ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ก ๐ช๐๐ซ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ช๐ข๐ฐ. ๐๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ข. ๐
๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ.
๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ถ. ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข ๐จ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ, ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ฑ๐ฅ, ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ซ.
๐๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ถ, โ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ. ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ข ๐ช๐๐ถ ๐๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฐ, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ซ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ.
๐๐ฏ ๐ช๐๐ถ๐๐ข โ ๐ ๐๐ซ.. ๐ฅ๐ช. โ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ก๐ข๐.
[Omen nods to Vortex first, then looks over at Overlord. That could actually work... Omen nods again.]
๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฌ๐ซ. โ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ๐๐จ๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ. ๐๐ถ ๐ช๐๐ฑ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐๐ด๐๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ โ ๐๐ช ๐ค๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข.
[Omen nods slowly. Reaching into a bag on its side, it pulls out a small (for him) datapad and offers it to Vortex.]
โ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ช ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ช๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข. โ ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ซ๐ก ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฉ๐ข ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ค๐ซ๐ฐ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ฐ๐ข๐ข ๐ด๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข.
(@vhoretex.bsky.social)
โ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ๐ถ. โ ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ช๐ญ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ข. โ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฒ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ช๐๐จ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ก, ๐ก๐ฌ๐ซ'๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ค๐ฏ๐ข๐ข? โ ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ช๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ "๐ด๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ."
๐๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ช๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ฐ, ๐ช๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ค๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข.