Longarm Prime| TFA

[From Shockwave; To Bad Apple: # Tag(s) none]

I have sent the codes to you. Do you need me for anything else?

OOC: My advice? Just make your own sideplots, something small and easy, and let others have a chance to join.

I’m afraid I’m currently off planet, but I will get to you as soon as possible, I promise.

Of course, is there any particular mode of communication you’d prefer to use, Magnus?

Welcome back Ultra Magnus, I’m glad to see you well and recovered. It’s been a long time.

[From Shockwave; To Bad Apple: # Tag(s) none]

You will keep an optic on Flamewar and use this as a test of sorts then. If they are reliable, you may try to get them started on the path of a Decepticon. I will reach out as intelligence head when it’s time. For now, I will give the codes.

[From Shockwave; To Bad Apple: # Tag(s) none]

That I will be able to provide, have you vetted Flamewar? I do not wish for you to invite a spy without having made sure. Once I am assured of Flamewar’s status I will provide what you request.

Ofc! Glad to know you’re here too.

OOC: Hi! I’ll be keeping Longarm/Shockwave, as long as there’s people willing to roleplay, my account will be open.

I hope everyone is doing okay personally.

The small mom and pop shop, most likely crowded due to the festivities.]

[Surely it was a coincidence that their purple was the same, in the same spot as each others. There was no need to look deeper, right? He forced a chuckle through his intake to move on]

Speed isn’t everything, you may be fast, but there are a lot of factors at play.

[He was dragged inside-

[He follows along as quick as he can, knowing that Blurr is probably going to rip out his servo from its socket with how fast he’s going. Long arm shakes his helm again.]

This is my treat, whether I’m a tourist here or not. I refuse to let you pay for anything tonight.

A bit wider than before]

Even if it’s sweet, I want to try your food.

[As he finishes up, he gets a streak of purple through his frame. He pauses for a moment before snapping back to normal.]

Oh no Blurr, I’m not letting you pay for food, this is all my treat, you’re not spending a single Shanix.

[He insists, waving it off with his free servo.]

Show me your favorite places, this is your home, and I am your guest. I want to know your favorites, your likes.

[Longarm smiles again-

[After a moment of working he handed him being he datapad back.]

I’m the lucky one here. Now. What about you? What have you been up to?

It’s nothing I can’t handle, as it has…calmed down for now. It was simply a lapse in control. Nothing to worry about.

[He waves it off, no need to burden Megatron with his problems which he has under control…he has to have them under control.]

[Theres no change outwardly, but you can just tell he’s…disappointed? Done?]

I unfortunately did get drunk. There was a lot going on that evening and I took more high grade than I should’ve.

But he does like me. I’ve been able to use this to my advantage. Tugging his spark along for more…

[Oh Shockwave is already wires deep into the datapad, making adjustments, and seeing what Megatron has done]

Blurr is a competent agent, I tend to send him off on side missions to make sure he doesn’t get too close, but his work is useful.

Cliffjumper is easy to manipulate- he has anger issues-

[You can tell his optic brightens, looking through it with barely disguised glee.]

I suppose I can talk about my subordinates. They are occasionally entertaining. Blurr and Cliffjumper fight often, and it’s amusing to watch when I can.

Where he would be without someone like Megatron to give him a purpose.]

Unfortunately no, my duties of being a spy took precedence, as such my research has ground to a halt. I can only give cursory interest into some subjects lest I be scrutinized.

[Despite appearing stoic, he did miss his amica. Megatron has almost always been by his side, and he didn’t know-

Was funny to them. Perhaps they weren’t used to outsiders going to this festival…?]

A sound plan, Agent Blurr.

[Longarm himself wasn’t spared from the amount of pink paint covering his frame. Oh he wish he had studied Velocitronian dialects now, unable to recognize some of the symbols used. He did grab Blurr’s hand because he did have a point. His gaze turned on the locals, wondering what they thought-

[He’s awkwardly holding onto some type of bracelet, glyphs inscribed onto the beads. For a moment he looks like he’s going to agree before he shakes his helm]

No, I’d rather see everything Velocitron has, and it’s people. I hardly get a chance like this to explore any new cultures.

[Longarm tenses up, did he pick something wrong?]

It should be the city center so not too long…

[He remarks and pretty soon they get more and more, booths selling romantically themed candy, photos for couples, art with romance, the music playing some sappy love song popular 10 vorns ago.

And ah, the infamous kissing booth.]

[Something may have been..up though, many mechs were holding servos, kissing each other or simply being more romantic than usual. Perhaps it was just simply tradition and culture Longarm didn’t know?]

[Longarm looked…amused? Happy? It was hard to tell, beckoning Blurr out of the ship. The spaceport was chalk full of mechs and femmes bustling, and the streets were no exception.

Sparklings and adults alike were running around, pink and red decoration all over the streets.]

I can tell.