shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

No, you're not food. Was offering food. Because food is good. [Sunscourge ducks the next swipe and continues his spiral away from... whoever the fuckhuge mechs are. Hopefully they'll forget fighty not-friend tried to fight them alone.]

 

[With the way her face is set up none of it betrays a single emotion as she steps forward slowly, unclasping her cape from underneath her pauldrons and draping it over where she suspects Amalgamous' spark chamber, an insufficient gesture, perhaps, but one nevertheless meant well. She kneels in front of them, head bowed. It feels like a ceremonious gesture.]
If you tell me where we can find you... I may not be capable of providing more but I can guard you until someone more capable arrives. Or hold a vigil and see your spark off.

 

-more grow, cautious circling and swiping. He seems unsure if he want to try and kill suns or not-

 

[They rattle off a series of coordinates, voice as clear as ever despite the current state of their frame.] Be more than my siblings ever did if you do manage it, hoarder. Got guard enough already, at least, but... they aren't the best at fixin' what isn't them, let's put it that way.

 

[Sunscourgelets a few blows catch the very edges of his plating just to keep the chase interesting; rust is easy enough to clean out, and letting the hatchling get bored before he's worn himself out would be counterproductive. By and large, though, he's still dodging, still moving, still making a challenging target of himself. He chirps encouragingly every now and then.]

 

[She leans forward until her forehelm rests against the nearest bit of Mala, silent comforting gesture.]
I promise we'll be there as soon as we can. I'm not much of a medic, but I can bring rations and attempt to figure something out.

 

[The plating folds in a little, not so much the grab-and-crush gesture they tried with Abomination so much as a flat surface attempting a hug.]

...keep your rations. Energon's not so much a necessity for us. Pits, dump it into Limnibus if you want to throw it at something useful.

 

Limnibus is your titan, isn't he? I will consult with my bondmates. We'll... We will at least attempt to help.
[She softly pets Mala's plating.]
You needn't be afraid.

 

-Eventually Abe runs out of energy, causing him to collapse rather dramatically-
Frag. DidI kill ´nyone?

 

Not mine. Titans don't belong to... they're just as much people as the rest of us. He... agreed to carry us, that's all. [Not touching that 'fear' bit, nope nope nope. Primes don't fear, that would be silly.]

 

[Scourge circles back cautiously, and crouches near Abe's head.] Don't think so, unless you ate them before trying for the gold one.

Want a drink?

 

No. I don´t usually eat people. Please, frag. -he looks pretty worn out-

 

[Scourge tugs a sealed cube of energon out of his subspace and puts it down in front of Abe. The edges have gone a little crystally, but it's still good eating.] All yours.

 

[She humms softly, continuing the gentle, careful soothing pets.]
Of course, I'm sorry. I should have been clearer, but I did mean "belonging to your party", not "your property." I'm sure he is very nice if he agreed to carry you.

 

Mm. Suppose so. Not actively hostile, anyway, that's something. Not actively much of anything now, but-- you know. Before.

 

Thanks -grabs, drinks greedily. Flipping ones shit burns a lot of fuel- Well, leastwise no one´s dead. ´cluding me. That´s good.

 

[Serious nod.] Not dying is a good start.

 

Now I remember. Big gold aft over there threatened to eat me.

 

Mm. He failed. You out alone?

 

For the last thousand years or so, yeah.