CLIFF𝑱UMPER.

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... she is very intrigued by the close relationships exhibited here . staring helps her imagine himself one day having one of his own. a mech who could be called . . Friend .
fascinating studies .
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tucking her bazooka beneath a blanket && patting it awkwardly .

" you did good, son ."
...
Pat.
Pat .
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whew.
that.
was a lot of conversation for this week.
( has said maybe two sentences in total . )
he's bushed.
adjusting a severed decepticon arm back into order.
his nest of internal organs, arms, legs, optics, dentae, && the rest nestled neatly in a cozy bird-bed shape.

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she lowers his weapon.

" ... it was a meeting . "

his form of farewell.
she rocket jumps away without any further word.

today. you live.
but she will be watching you carefully... clone .
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.. in fact- she preferred them.
especially over people.

...
it wasn't exactly this cliffjumper's Fault that he was so clearly a con product, a poor clone of the original, sent to destroy the autobots from the inside via.
Positive emotion.

..
he's had better luck making friends than her .

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&& this tiny, shaking creature seemed no different now.
just shrunken back with large optics.

her digits remain on her weapon, unbiased by the disgruntled defense.
simply trying to study his doppleganger.

... however.
while she was not a fan of Mercy..
...
animals were not the worst.

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the emblem just makes him grit dentae, her horns lowered, sharp sapphire optics daggered. a spy who tried to take his name && her face on the wrong damn day at a truly terrible time.
she has no sympathy for traitors .
nor sympathetizers.
like beachcomber.

he always pities the speechless

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cliffjumper stands taller than most minibots due to her pedes being able to produce cleat-like spikes at the bottoms that can be shot off, shrank, or lengthened at will for better cliff climbing .

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl DIFFERENT CLIFF JUMPER STOP IT

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" .... hello.
.. Namaste ? "
helm tilts farther than it logically should
his posture corrects, weapon back to orderly aim at the little one
as the taller would be naturally inclined to protect out of height differential. only sound
" do not tremor
this is better than a gun

this is a bazooka ."

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.. gone.
.. she misunderstands the greeting. why is this mech introducing herself? of course this is cliffjumper.
She* is cliffjumper.
she knows that . because he is cliffjumper.
his helm swivels at the smaller one, whom she must have wrongly presumed, as his actual name seems to be..
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why must they always squirm.
her scratched facial plating shifts uncomfortably from its usual -- Nothingness && attempts to scrutinize some semblance of emotion both upon her own features && theirs.
his em function long ago wiped away by the war, unable to distinguish meaning. her own- simply
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there is no need for concern. they will burn together . it is more efficient that way .
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even against- well.
cliffjumper .
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.. even his own clone...
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another disembodied helm shake, soft, disagreeing owl-like coos whistling from her battle-scarred lips.

this poor, poor con.
he fears the mech has gone crazy .

...
well.

time to put it out of its misery, then .

cliffjumper.
she gets the job done .

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..!
little horns shooting up in surprise,
only her helm rotates, as if separate from the body, scanning around for the source of this little strawberry's conversation

.. frowning with a quiet concern. little mouth drooped in an upside down u

conclusion : all decepticons are mentally unwell
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me and you ( i'm the purple, obviously

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.... here .

... he is still learning them .
... ' emotions ' .
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........ ?
ah.
it appears.. the decepticons have become so desperate for Decent Soldiers..
... that they have..
... cloned her.
..cliffjumper steels his surprise.
they've done worse .

though- she didn't expect his clone to so. .... small .
she is...
..insert correct emotional term
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she is content with either result in the skirmish. violence is violence. he is not picky .
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decepticons maiming each other ? mm. this pleases the cliffjumper .
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she would love nothing more than to peel back this mech's cranium cover && dissect to the root of the damage .
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.. owl helm tilt, one horn flickering curiously .
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shooting out her wrists.

reloading while he levels her sword, pointing it at medial his white midriff, the sharp edge kissing metal with its tip .

" woof . "

the smallest of curved smiles finally arcing up her cold, pointed features.

this . was fun .

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the triple was mid-fall, an open opportunity to irritate the optics.
wordless, she stomps her spiked cliffhiking boots into his wings && legs, leaving them planted as more are replaced throughout the soles, efficient, the machine then leans over and impales his servos && servos with the daggers
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cliffjumper wastes no time, sword planted into the ground, she keeps her hold on its calloused hilt, spinning around it as he leg sweeps the great mech's pedes, using the motion of his circling to dredge up debris caught between the blade's ridges && fling them under the visor right when
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looking at her jagged edged sword.
thinking about the tall mech splayed out on the ground before him. abdomen soft && awaiting his internal examination.
thinking of a hotdog bun .

....... she is not entirely opposed to the proposal.
his horns curl . red. && sharp .
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aforementioned.. mech who..
.. also? wanted to greet him ?
only cliff's helm moves, pivoting on her planted body.
... snapping back front && center . )

i sense your acquaintance, Rizz, is the more bashful one between you two, in terms of greeting .

. . understandable.
i judge not the mech .
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( .... sharp optics widening as she slowly recognizes this to be a greeting. little horns twisting anxiously as optics round out && widen into that of a curious owl's .
... raising a stiff servo, dripping with energon . )
.. greetings.

..( glances around for.. whomever
' Rizz ' may be.. this
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