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spark-gem · 2 years
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Halloween Event!
It’s that time of year again,folks!
It’s August/September? I don’t care.
For this years event, we’ll be doing something kind of daring!
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HALLOWED FALL ROULETTE
For this event, you get to choose a a character from my pinned rules post.
But! What kind of fall or Halloween based content it will be decided by the fates via random wheel selector! You can even pick a number between 1-5 for spins.
You could get a scenario, headcannon list, or maybe a piece of art!
For example, if you chose Character A with 3 spins then whatever that final spin is will be the format of content.
If you’re feeling extra brave you can even submit a double or nothing with your request. This means the fates choose if you get a fluff or angst route for the content.
This event is for fun based on spooky fun surprises!
You don’t know what you’ll get and neither do I!
I’m here to deliver on the fate’s and my muse’s whim!
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Ace's Decision
Prologue: Words of Gratitude
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Trigger Warning - Mentions of blood (aka. Cybertronian blood: Energon)
Word Count: 5, 756
Then why. Why did it feel nicer, better, more believable, to hear the words of gratitude from someone whose hands were covered in another’s blood?
(artwork made by Eddie Del Rio)
Kaon was an unforgiving place, for all mech, femmling, and children alike. Hospitality was little and the only thing many could get in this garbage dump of a city was a few spare “pity” change with the unwanted exchange of insults. It was a place rightful for those who were incapable of making enough to afford a home, obtaining support, or buying themselves any sort of adequate lifestyle but to call Kaon a “rightful” place for the lowest in the caste was barely a compliment to call it, among the sea of insults.
Tragedies lied at every corner and neglect was visibly clear as day, especially with how the Council treated the place after getting its new caste systems settled in. Members, lowest in the caste and society were thrown into this district whether they wanted to be here or not. Many were forced to abandon their homes, formerly aligned to the middle and higher caste, but due to the inability to continue “functioning” right or paying for the costs, they were placed here. When people did try to make a living around Kaon, it was either through begging, getting thrown into the mines and factories, or fighting in the Gladitorial Pits to earn a name.
How the Gladiatorial Pits came into being an option to survive and thrive in Kaon was easy to be said. The Council did in fact set secure authority around the parts but very few were here to protect the people rather than just to make sure that the laws were being followed. Whatever happens in the daylight, would go unnoticed unless an officer was near to stop the conflict. Which wasn’t very much considering that most of those who do hear wind or see it; happen to find it more preferable to make bets or treat the case with a lack of diligence. Although on the other hand, whatever happens around a corner or an alleyway, away from the authorities, typically stays in the alleyway, both metaphorically and literally. As long as there was no evidence nor a willing witness, inclined to speak out for a victim, for the goodness of their spark. Then getting the justice that should be rightfully earned would be a terrible waste.
It was always how Kaon worked nowadays, in the Golden Ages, they dared to call it. It was a bot eat bot place for the lowest, and not a single change nor action has been taken to change the perception of how Kaon worked. Some tend to wonder, when will that change happen?...
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Alone, by the intersection within an alley, sat a lone mech, with a torn open canister at his side. His weary eyes projected out another view to the buildings displayed before him, scanning what little he could make out from the adjustment of light that was flooding his eyes. Far and few stalls were settled out for today with desperate vendors, waiting impatiently for a customer to drop by, but the lack of cybertronians around was growing evident from the brief howls of wind that’d kick up every now and then, throwing dust up into the air that would dissipate the next.
The disappointment was shared amongst the vendors, but their disappointment only plagued the others around them, including the mech. He let out a shaky sigh, jerking once after it caught in his throat, halting momentarily before shortly resuming his waiting game. They leaned forward to check again for any bots with a sense of pity. If there was going to be little customers today, it meant less “pity-cash” for the broke (and if not any sort of cash for the merchants), and the broke included him. After they managed to scan over no cybertronians wandering towards his direction, the elderly could only let out a huff of dismay, closing his eyelids to lean back against the wall, ushering out a single thought across his processor that escaped through his intake, “maybe I’ll have better luck over by Iacon,” he mumbled, sleepily, nearly drifting off once more.
“… And be coming back empty-handed again, Torn?” A voice interjected, spooking the bot and causing him to nearly jumpstart, as the can settled beside his hand went “clank!” before keeling over, spilling out his gathered coins from the day back. His optics widened, breaking away from the exhaustion that’d been lingering on him from the moment Cybertron awoke to a new day, angling his helm up at the stranger before him. It took him a gradual second to adjust his view and breathing to slowly relax his muscles again when he could finally piece together a familiar faceplate under their maroon mantle, “Mercy,” he said in greetings.
The youthful faceplate of the bot wrinkled into a sour expression only a parent knew best, ironic to who he was talking to now, “most of the people in Iacon won’t help you much,” they informed, standing confidently with arms cross as if Torn did something wrong yet all the old mech could do was smile warmly to their appearance once they took off their hood, “Hey, kid. How’ve you been?” He proceeded, brushing off the lecture to lazily reach out, picking up a coin, then inserting it back into his tipped-over can. At first, his question was reluctantly passed off with an indifferent change of expression until Mercy’s stern sights swept off of Torn to peer at his knocked-over cash, huffing momentarily to answer. They leaned down to his level, allowing their cape to drag along the floor, “getting by. I guess,” they mumbled, reaching out to grab at the lip of the fallen container, proceeding to collect the old mech’s dirty shanixes, “you should really watch your money better. Someone could steal these,” Mercy nonchalantly noted, before the sounds of muffled clinking of coins resumed.
“I know that,” Torn responded.
“Then why won’t you hide them away before someone does?” With a quirked brow, Mercy’s voice dripped with a cautious edge, keeping an optic locked on Torn, who instead chuckled instead of taking his words to spark. His laughter grew short, soon becoming a soft coughing fit that hid behind his fist, letting the mech start up again with a slight grunt, “look at me, Mercy. I can barely do as much as talk to ya without sputterin’ up a storm. I can barely run after anybody who wants to take it!.. Wouldn’t be here if my body wasn’t in such a tarnished state. I can barely function as much as I--” Another rough croak erupted from Torn, prompting Mercy to jerk and lower the can to assist, but he dismissed him with a slight wave to finish, keeping a fist to his mouth yet lowering it just enough to speak, “... used to,” Mercy’s lips formed a thin line across the lower ends of his face, only dropping by the ends to form a slightly concerned frown that shrank the more he peered at what little amount of money Torn had. He scooped several more up from the ground, sifting the soil out to drop them back into their rightful place with a gentle resonation of “clinks!” and “clanks!”, filling the silence in-between to recommend, “I could always stick around here and help, y’know,” Mercy suggested, “It’s fine. You’ve got other places to be. Don’t ya?”
“It’s my ‘off-time’ right now, Torn. I still have time to get back and be a data-bot again,” they continued, plucking at another piece from the ground.
“Well- at least you’ve got places to be,” Torn half-heartedly joked, reaching out a hand to claim his can of shanixes back. Mercy reluctantly eyed at the hand, then into the can’s interior to stare at a miniature reflection of himself in the tokens below. There was no urge, stirring within him, but if Mercy wanted, he could’ve taken the cash and ran yet by Primus’ luck and his empathy. Mercy wasn’t plagued by Kaon’s disease anymore, which came in the simple names of “desperation” or “greed”. He was a higher caste than Torn, still lower than most but, it was enough to say that he didn’t need it as badly as the old mech did. Mercy already had enough to keep yet, just enough to share too. The bot sighed, handing over the can but only letting go once his question received its confirmation, “... You sure?”
Torn amusingly huffed, with a hoarse tone to it, almost resembling the sounds of a weak engine failing to start up, “It’s fine. I’ve been out here long enough to be used to the conditions. I’m tougher than I look, Mercy. Don’t worry about your old pops,” They responded, taking custody of the container again but blinked when Mercy continued to grip onto it. Torn didn’t tear the can away, deciding to spend the minute to wait and see what the younger bot was doing until the glimmering shine of another coin found its way into his container, untouched by the fading years. His steady gaze softened on Torn for a minute, long enough for Torn to pull his hand back, can in tow this time.
There was a mutual nod between them, allowing the can to find its place back at Torn’s side. He kept his hand over it, covering the top with a cage of his fingers before Mercy drew out a snort at the alias though, Torn previously mentioned when referring to himself, ridding his previous expression of a distant concern to welcome a passive urge to defend himself at the mention. He set his sights elsewhere as if he were looking for something, “to talk about before, you’re-- not my sire, Torn. Though I appreciate you as more of a strictly guardian-like figure,” The bot raised himself back up to loom over Torn while they dusted their knees. Once finished, Mercy began muttering a soft reply to the silence that snuck its way back into the conversation, losing his confident edge from earlier and robbing a more endearing voice that no doubt wounded the effects of his last statement, “... But if you say so,”
Torn nodded, “Don’t forget to visit too,” he reminded, knowing where the end of their conversation was going to go. Mercy’s lips curved into an upright smile although in their optics, was a glint of unease that still privately ate away at him. It was like reading an open-datapad, all his words were displayed out in the open but Torn couldn’t find the urge to read them back, and out loud to them. The bot was already taking too much of their time already. Mercy needed to get back to places, places that needed him, people that needed him. As far as Torn knew to spark, nobody needed him, nobody would even dare say that they’d remember him either, all but Mercy.
“I promise I won’t,” The young mech came to answer, leaving Torn to snap back into reality once he felt something cloth-like snake over his shoulders. The mech blinked at the gift being offered to him, bringing his stare up to the expression that reflected the warm rays of a simper on his faceplate. Gentle mutters of gratitude were spoken and replies were given in turn, leaving Torn to finally wave Mercy off with a lingering grin. Their figure shrank into the distance, becoming no more than a shrunken blur of colors, passing a building, and then gone, bringing Torn’s smile to return to its true features when he thought to himself again. Letting his shoulders fall while picking up at the can, Mercy cleaned up for him after gingerly inspecting the hooded mantle they left behind for him. He found it endearing yet behind the thoughtfulness, he couldn’t help but find a deeper thought to it, “I wonder when the boy’ll eventually forget about me,” His conscience spoke, reminding Torn of the possibility…
The idea wasn’t too far off but Torn didn’t want to believe it, he couldn’t accept and see to it that, that, was something Mercy would do to him. Although his actions of denial only came to strike him harder with each time he’d see the young bot come back and visit him, whether it’d be through the time he’d take in-between his breaks or during the times he was intended to be working. It ate away at Torn to know that one day, Mercy would have to fully commit to the job and abandon the hand that aided him, otherwise, they’d be back here, rotting beside him. It was what Torn knew to heart, expectation, and experience. His helm swayed, fighting back against the negativity that clouded his thoughts, even when the hands of curiosity started weaved it into the back of his processor, time and time again. He guided his focus on another matter, fixing the hood of the mantle over his head, beginning to count his tokens. Torn picked out each one, quietly numbering each until it came to the final token. He slipped it into his servo along with the rest, gripping tightly to them as he peered to the compartment in the side of his leg. It slipped open with a teeth-grinding screech becoming filled once Torn’s clutches became empty, swiftly counting every piece again to calculate his total. Until he came to a vexed yet unsurprised sigh, “... Barely seven shanixes. Hmph. Wonder if that’ll help with any repairs,” he grumbled to himself, sealing up the slot to lean back against the alley wall. The coins inside his leg-holder, clashed restlessly, to the sudden motion he made, causing him to lift his leg and weigh the cash. His appendage felt only a slight bit heavier than the last time but it was at least good to know that there was genuine progress made and not a sliver of false hope to blind him. He huffed, lowering his leg to nestle against the brick “cushions” and into his new caped mantle, breaking into a brief cough again, vanishing the next as a shallow sigh.
Angling his helm down, Torn cursed under his breath at the ailments that came with his decrepit figure. The weariness that once disappeared, came crawling back to toy with Torn again, coaxing him to return to the numbing void that allowed him to rest without care for the passage of time. It was tempting. There was nothing much to do either way aside from watching strangers pass by, praying to Primus that they’d stop to give him a coin or two but that was just the dream speaking for itself. When in reality, to demand such a bold thing around this area, would’ve resulted in the loss of a denta and at its most tolerant state: being used as a spitoon of mockery, “wouldn’t hurt, I guess,” Torn sighed, brushing his servos over his eyelids to initiate stasis, giving out his final sigh and waited.
The soft crunching of soil drew distantly, nearly passing off of his wariness to be taken for just some sort of vendor leaving. He dismissed it and continued to press his eyes closed. The crunching advanced in leisure paces, growing gradually louder with the addition of other sounds: the audible shifting of stalls, merchants growing hushed in their cries of advertising, and something hitting the ground each time the dirt started to grind under the approacher’s foot. It sounded quiet yet made a nasty but muffled “plop!” every time it hit the floor. It was becoming unbearable for Torn to listen to, forcing his eyes to open steadily, in an attempt to play the act of waking up, rapidly widening them the next as he was met with a petite figure, glowing with contrasting colors. Splashes of cyan were painted across their ruby-colored armor, allowing only a white crystal embedded in their chest piece to remain untouched by the bodily fluid, that was without a doubt mingled with both of their own and another’s. The warnings flashed inside of the old mech’s processor, forcing him to push himself against the wall he once calmly leaned into, wishing desperately that he could phase through it like some sort of specter.
It was highly clear to him, that it was no sort of fresh paint. He’d seen just enough to know that even if it was, the paint he knew never flashed and saturated in a luminescent pattern like it was alive— or at least formerly. Either way, it provided little comfort to know that not only was it spilled Energon but freshly obtained too. He reluctantly tilted up to see the blood-stained cybertronian’s face, bouncing his optical ridges to the sky when the face he was staring towards, was the face of a youth. The lower ends of their facial plate were obscured behind a metal mask, leaving only a few features to mark out amongst hidden ones but Torn could only focus on the scorching red optics that burned his. He nearly mistook them for a cybertronian with four optics, only coming to a realization that they were just red luminescent marks beneath their dilated eyes that only fed into the glare’s brightness. Their expression gave away nothing, allowing only a strictly fierce yet hypnotizing stare to be washed down upon him, imitating a glare from as far as the aggressive lighting pouring from their eyes could reveal but he could notice small jittery shifts in-between the locked gaze he made with them, trailing down their stained features to dim his shocked look. They were trembling in and out of their own skin, almost as if they were freezing to death or something but the temperature was fairly humid, not a single bot could be shivering this much unless… it wasn’t the cold.
Torn faced the femmling, who uttered not a single word out but instead swung a hand forward– or more likely a claw, considering the clarity of their sharpened digits. They were struggling to hold whatever was inside of their clutches until it fell between his legs with a “ding!”, mirroring the image of his perplexity in a set of five, shanixes, all bloodied. To say, Torn wasn’t frightened was a lie he would never tell but the only thing that kept him from seeking the urge to flee rather than fight was the thoughts that were already beginning to run about in his mind. It clawed at his processor to think about each of them, “are they here to kill me? No. Why would they pay me if they were going to kill me? Is this even their money? Are they even paying me?! Do they want something from me? I-I don’t even have anything of worth!” His mind cried.
Soon, Torn flinched again at their movements, sinking his gaze onto them as they advanced past, brushing themselves along the passage walls to rid a fraction of the bodily fluid that stained their plating, additionally dragging their pede along the ground to form stretched tracks that led deeper into the alleys of Kaon. The steps were repeated just up until the blood plastered over their armor limited itself to being nothing more than the results of a recent skirmish, spinning on their pede to wander back to Torn’s position, who jumped at their approach. He pushed himself back, this time sliding away from the wall to angle his back towards the one-way entrance and exit while keeping his line of sight on the youngling. They stopped abruptly watching him now, dilating their white outlined pupils in and out, skipping glances toward every tensed muscle of his body that only became tighter with each swift glimpse, almost asking him, “what do you think you’re doing?” Yet not a single word entered the air, just another shuffle and the audible crumbling of metal that decided to sit down, albeit distantly from him.
Their body found shelter in the shadows, keeping their figure hidden but their markings still vibrant as ever, huddling their legs up close to their chassis and nevertheless, mindful of the crystal that lay in-between. Their expression faltered in luminescence, pinning it to the opposite wall, back to Torn, then the wall completely to allow the sounds of the street to fade in. After the eerie stillness dimmed, he scooped up the payment and dropped it into his container, forcing himself to relax again after having the drowsiness become seeped out of him and turned into the form of an oddly sticky fluid that stained his hands, caught on his digits, glowing subtly. A noise of discomfort left his lips, wiping away the blue from his servo onto the ground before asking bluntly, “are you alright over there? I can tell you lost a lot of Energon” he trailed off, losing the joking sarcasm. He wondered if speaking would become his next fatal mistake. After all, who knows what came of the aftermath with this youngling? Did they kill someone? Was it some sort of fight?
Interestingly enough, all he got in response was the quiet clicking of metal and a hum of something whirring. He finished rubbing his hand on the ground, allowing the sounds at his side, tickle his curiosity anew. Torn knew better than to allow his wonder to grip a hold of him– but it was difficult to suppress it because what else could kill him faster? The strange youth in maroon or the paranoia that was choking him out?
He dug his digits into the ground, swinging his anticipated gaze over to expect the worst but found himself lighting up at the sight of a different femmling than earlier. The child was clean again, tattered nonetheless but their features took on another face, if not a completely different body. Their sharp features and dark palettes that decorated their appearance, now plastered themselves in yellow and white, with optics that burned a steady blue hue. Not enough to be considered a burning hate-filled look anymore, just a softened and distant gaze, like a statue’s expression. The markings beneath their eyes, the bodily fluid, everything was gone besides the cybertronian who swept it all under covers, somehow. Was this another kid or the same one? Perhaps Torn was just going insane, maybe it was all some sort of a dream yet he couldn’t help but mutter breathlessly, “what in all of Primus?..”
“HEY! You there!” Someone finally called out, ripping the old bot out of his flabbergasted state to face a pair of approaching strangers, only perceivable by the gold badges marked upon their chest that made Torn realize almost immediately as to who they were: Cybertronian police forces. They panted upon arrival, leaving Torn to promptly guess at what their intentions were for coming over as one of the officers, less winded than his partner, straightened himself out with a guttural clearing of their throat. Torn repeated the gesture and sat up straight, intent on what the two had to say before the officer spared no haste to withdraw a datapad from their side, flipping it over to reveal a poster across the screen in bolded red letters: WANTED, “have you seen a young femmling around here that happens to look like this?” the bot inquired before his partner, caught their breath, taking a glance around the alleyway to examine the evident messy traces of fluids that were messily displayed across the wall and ground.
Torn rose an optical ridge, nonetheless, indulging the interrogation without so much as a choice, just before he could feel a body beside him brush against his side. His optics gazed down to the edge of his vision to see the silhouette of the youth’s face, looking back to welcome the datapad into his clutches. The mech scanned over the mugshot of the criminal, who was currently sitting next to him, and idly compared the features. Concerningly scarlet optics, dark armor-plating, and certainly enough, it was all there. There were barely any major differences, to begin with, that struck out to him in comparison to who he saw and what he was currently looking at now, besides the lack of Energon that painted their faceplate. His intake struggled to open, nearly pressing out the truth between gritted dentas before the shake of his helm made his jaw lock back into place, offering the officer the wanted poster back. He answered in a dull voice, lingering with the traces of a sleep that left him too early, “as far as I’ve been awake. No,” The police returned the datapad back to their utility belt, gesturing to the other bot, who’d been inspecting the area to call them back and contribute to the interrogation, “has your kid seen them either?” They motioned, waiting for his co-worker to arrive. Torn nearly forgot about the body that lied behind his, casually shifting aside to allow the police to look at them. The femmling’s eyes were curious and almost innocent in appearance, had the truth behind their disguise not been known.
They solemnly shook their head, humming with hushed tones that could’ve escaped anybody’s audials, “mmm, no sir,” was all they could say, just up until the cop could stop burning their sights down upon the both of them. He moved away shortly, temporarily exiting the alley before making a set of hand signals to the other cop who accompanied him, allowing the four bots in the passageway to become two, for the moment. Torn captured their swiftly changing expressions: one of disgust, the other of impatience when staring him down before wandering around the corner to talk, albeit far enough for a mech with broken audial receptors to not catch a single word but luckily, Torn had perfectly fine audial receptors despite everything else in his body becoming nothing more than victims of aging. The old mech swapped his sights to the youngling, who returned to their idle position, legs bunched up to their chest yet eyes now pinned to him with worry.
All he could do to offer some reassurance was to settle a digit to his lips in a hushing manner, leaning to the side of the alley to listen to the discreet discussion. Only a few words could’ve reached his audial shot by then, “... one of them has to be lying. There’s a bloody trail right there! You must be blind not to see it!.. Then we’ll just have to ask again... Do you wanna stay in this rust dump of a place any longer?!.. Fine, fine. We’ll ask ‘em again, and if not we can always just follow the trail,” The elderly mech repositioned himself back into place whence the talking grew near with every word. Soon, the cops swept around the corner, one dropping their facade faster than the other as they made no haste to reignite the interrogation once more to Torn, with impatience coiling their voice, “Sir, are you really certain that you did not see them? I could offer you their poster again to look at,”
Torn sighed, gathering up what little energy he had to intervene their question with another, “Well, I’d like to ask first– what’d they do?”
The officer halted, reluctant to answer before the other substituted, “that… Information is classified, either you tell us where they are or we can be on our merry way,” Torn blinked, rubbing the area in-between his optics to think momentarily, “then I don’t really have much of a reason to say anything, do I?” He reasoned with himself, side-eyeing the femmling that hid against him, waiting on his answer, then to the cops. His hand reached out and moved side-to-side, waving them dismissively, “sorry, officers. Maybe check down the alley a lil’ more,”
One of the officers clutched their fists, opening their mouth to spill out their impatience yet before any words could be spewed from their intake, the other rested a defensive hand out to stop them, responding calmly with the bob of their helm, “will do. Thank you for your cooperation, citizen.” There was a lack of gratitude and more of a hasty excuse to get out of the interaction, allowing the two to guide themselves down the alley, vanishing into the darkness with a final glare back. The weight deathly-gripping at Torn’s shoulders dispersed uneasily, allowing the shackles over his spark to collapse and an easy breath to be let out, but at the cost of wounding his moral, “was it worth it?” he asked himself, nearly sinking back into his pool of indecisive thinking before a set of words pierced through his audials, “thank you,” the youngling muttered, clearing Torn’s mind faster than any other voice could.
His gaze returned to the femmling who brushed themselves away from him as their appearance began to shift in a digital manner, shifting left then suddenly right, stretching and changing color, like they were a hologram glitching. There was an audible fizzing noise and a sharp crackle of electricity, warping back the child he knew before with the dispersal of small multicolored squares that dove in and out of reality. Their disguise started to dissipate and project back into the crystal that was present along the center of their chest, illuminating and whirring till a subtle click resounded, concluding the end of its use for the day.
Stunned, with an attempt to suppress the astonishment, Torn shook off the stiffness that welded his body together and ushered out a few words back with a violent shake of his head, “n-no worries, kid. It wasn’t a problem at all,” although, in his spark, he couldn’t decipher whether he was lying to either himself or the youngling. Surely, in all the honesty he had in his spark, it wasn’t an issue to be protecting a child from strangers, but they were no strangers. They were public authorities searching for a criminal, a potential murderer even, a murderer—- he was currently sitting next to and receiving thanks from.
Then why. Why did it feel nicer, better, more believable, to hear the words of gratitude from someone whose hands were covered in another’s blood?
With a slight stagger, the femmling stood again, allowing the slip of the remaining day’s golden glow to fall onto their body, presenting the wounds that were closing up along their plating to be nothing more than strips of dried but easily reopenable scars. They strode past Torn but before leaving. The old mech stared at his cloak, then to the departing femmling with a forced out exclaim that lost its energy, “hey.”
The youngling froze in place, tracing back the pede that was preparing to set foot out of the alleyway with the intention to hopefully never return. Gradually, their helm rotated, allowing their harsh yet empty gaze to run past their shoulder, eyeing at Torn like he was a stranger to them again. He stiffened but lightly pressed a hand to the mantle that was draped over him, gaining the femmling’s attention whence they continued to watch intently, from the location of his hand, back to his faceplate.
Steadily, he rose from the ground albeit with a grunt of discomfort and a string of curses under his breath, startling his company that would’ve nearly bolted if he hadn’t risen a servo out to stop them. His clutch remained seized onto the cloth while his facial plate started to scrunch up with indecision, knitting his brows against each other until the cloak was taken off, presenting itself to the femmling who completely turned on their pede to finally face him properly, “here,” was all he could muster out, dropping the mantle into their possessions after they scrambled to catch it. The fading touch of the texture, left his hands, allowing them to settle emptily at his side.
Their scarlet sights studied the item, alertly darting back and forth until it slowed to a fixed stare on the cloak itself, sparing no wait to throw it over their head and onto their shoulders, raising the hood as they settled into the garment. Their expression ran with a widened look, facing up to the elderly, “is there some way I can repay you?” They lightly pondered.
It brought Torn to quirk a brow with his acute sense of surprise, making himself well up with curiosity as to why the youngling expected some sort of payment but then again, he couldn’t help but be reminded: this was Kaon, everything came with a cost.
“... Maybe in time kid,” He replied, reaching out to pat them on the shoulder. They jerked at his touch, making him retract his hand back shortly to send them off before the bots in blue came back to start up a whole new chase with them, “but you best be goin’ now,” he said, leaving them to swivel around and return a statement he’d come to miss, “thank you, again,” and with that. The young figure before him disappeared into the streets, faster than he could blink, letting Torn finally breathe with a hammering spark in his chambers.
The old mech didn’t sit down anymore despite his worn-out legs that creaked uncomfortably with protests. He simply gritted his dentas, facing towards the direction of the star that was beginning to set over the buildings from afar. A hand raised out to cover the top of his vision, steadying his sights once more to the sunset. The conscious took his tongue and spoke for him, “was it worth it?..” He asked.
Regaining control of himself, he sighed and let his shoulders drop, raising them again to gesture for a shrug, answering with his mind instead, “Hmph… It’s a child. What could it possibly do?” He thought, sitting back down with his head lazily leaned back, but the question still stuck to his side like a thorn, forcing him to halt his lies. Torn knew he’d already answered that question long ago, the moment he laid eyes on the young femmling, the young delinquent he allowed to escape only because of the soft ends of his heart, his empathy, his sympathy, he could call it what he will, but it was all the same…
If Primus gave him another try to speak his mind once more, he’d ask again, ask directly if he could to the one, he saved or to another who knew the answers. He’d ask one last time to know the consequences of what could be his mistake, reminding himself of the scenery that unfolded to him before like it was a surreal moment, “What can that thing do?”
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nasmik-allen · 3 years
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Personaje: #Saberhorn Serie: #RobotsInDisguise2015 Imagen en mejor calidad en mi #Deviantart link en mi perfil #Transformers #humanizacion #Humanized #HumanDimension #comic #manga #Hasbro #Cartoon #IDW #NasmikArt https://www.instagram.com/p/CM8ovXqlxix/?igshid=10cayy4q54dc
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silkyshulks · 3 years
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RID15 humans are cute AU?
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This has been stuck in my head for a while, I now need a scenario of this please I need this to be a reality
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the-delta-42 · 3 years
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#cyberverse #autobot #ratchet from #transformers #robotsindisguise2015 #transformersrobotsindisguise https://www.instagram.com/p/CLxWhA5l-GD/?igshid=65vak7wzoxs4
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123designsrq · 4 years
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GOOGLE BOOKBOT | ANOTHER AMAZING ROBOT MAKES LIVES BETTER
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Everyone in Silicon Valley is trying to design something straight out of the future. We deal with science and era as the end all be all of our troubles and rightfully so, however here is an unpopular opinion – will we REALLY want technology in each aspect of our lives to make it better? A decade ago, robots doing all our tasks have been just a aspect of movies and these days we don’t go a day without interacting with a robotic – think about it, even in case you call an area there is a 99% chance an automated voice will talk to you first. So whilst I examine approximately former Google engineers looking to resurrect a robot, Bookbot,  that changed into ‘put to rest’, my question turned into why are they bringing it lower back? Let’s evaluate what the 2 sides of this coin…or chip https://youtu.be/ROnnIxlyqf0 Google engineers created BookBot within the company’s Area a hundred and twenty incubator for experimental products. It is a simple-searching cube-shaped robotic that became becoming popular in a California metropolis in which it used to select up books from citizens and supply them back to the Mountain View Library for check-in. Every Thursday, BookBot which has a restrict of 5-10 items will come to you and supply/pick out up the books you request on its website. You might be notified via textual content message while it arrives or you may observe its path with a hyperlink shared with you. Safety issues have been taken care of by using steady tracking and a human handler gift for the initial phase. The project’s crew lead, Christian Bersch, said they're checking out the waters of what may want to be feasible for autonomous, electric powered robots, the issues they are able to run into and if it's far possible for bigger, extra crowded neighborhoods. Ideally, it might help reduce the cars at the road, shop private time and assist the senior residents as well as the disabled residents. Who knows, it could also be the new medium to collect second-hand items for charity! It ran for four months a good deal to the satisfaction of kids who tried gambling games with it and also for folks who love a groovy selfie earlier than being shelved. Despite the overwhelmingly nice reaction from the Mountain Valley residents and the recognition of BookBot, Google appears to need mounted third-birthday celebration experts to address the deliveries while it specializes in advancing in other tech arenas. The primary purpose is presumed to be Project Wing, every other Google partnership for making drone deliveries in an effort to optimize Google Shopping. However, the 2 former Google engineers who worked on BookBot and Area a hundred and twenty, Jake Stelman and Christian Bersch, have released Cartken this is imparting low-cost automated delivery with a darker (consider that all-black Spiderman) model of Bookbot due to how well received it was especially via those who've mobility issues. Now let’s turn the subject, whilst it brings comfort to a sure demographic, what struck me as an avid real book reader is this takes away a part of the library experience. Now as a whole lot as we would groan approximately having to head all the manner to go back a e-book, we usually always come to be browsing for more books, chatting up with network readers and getting guidelines that we otherwise wouldn’t come across. The whole enjoy of going to the library brings the local community closer – youngsters examine together, adults have book clubs specifically folks who are retired and older residents who aren't as tech-savvy and still deal with books as a source of entertainment. BookBot and Cartken glaringly solve an trouble through saving effort and time however, like any robotic, it takes out the emotion from the activity and can handiest see thru a logistical lens. As we advance, it's far vital to hold in thoughts that era can in no time dehumanize us, make us dependent, reduce the EQ that separates us from robots. I am all in favour of robots cleansing up houses or being able to translate what our pets say to our language, however let’s not eliminate the smaller life reports which is likewise how a few earn their livelihood – think of the librarians, clerks, even shipping personnel! In a small metropolis, one Google Bookbot can take over the jobs of many and unknowingly make us detached. We can now carry thousands of books in one device but it will by no means be the same as smelling an old ebook from a library and flipping the page. So I ask as soon as again, do we really want robots to do it all? starship delivery robot cost starship robot range starship technologies stock autonomous delivery robot how does starship delivery work starship technologies robot specs tallinn robot delivery amazon drone delivery 2019 Read the full article
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Drew my OC Silverlight again! I tried the style of Robots In Disguise this time around. #transformers #transformersoc #transformersrid #robotsindisguise #robotsindisguise2015
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spark-gem · 2 years
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DEAR FOLLOWERS
I would appreciate it if you took the time to read this as I have made some system changes to my blog.
First change!
All of my important information for the blog is on my pinned post. It’s long but it’ll be reliable because I can keep adding/editing there so everyone knows where to find information. I’ve added a:
Currently Section: This is where I will show what requests I am open for at the moment.
Character Section: This is all the characters I will accept requests for.
Projects/WIP: The accumulation of both personal, event based, and regular requests that I will be getting to. Some will have priority based on if there is a blog event.
The second change is how I take requests now. Before I would just take requests whenever but now I have a system that might work.
A monthly request system. This means for one month, the blog is open to all requests unless otherwise stated. Once that month is over, the blog will be closed so I can get them finished and qued for the following month.
Using August as an example, it’s an open month which means everyone can request something but their requests will be finished and posted for September . Making September a closed month.
However for the sake of last minute Halloween content prep, this year is the exception.
Thank you all for listening. Fingers crossed this works because that means a steady-ish activity for this blog. Especially since I might be going back to school for a graduate program and need a somewhat logical system to still be active here.
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Personaje: #Fracture Serie: #RobotsInDisguise2015 Imagen en mejor calidad en mi #Deviantart link en mi perfil. #Transformers #humanizacion #Humanized #HumanDimension #comic #manga #Hasbro #Cartoon #NasmikArt https://www.instagram.com/p/CMdp8p9FExX/?igshid=b47jyhjjia8p
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My #transformers #robotsindisguise2015 #cyberverse #drift #transformersrobotsindisguise https://www.instagram.com/p/CLxETlfFCwT/?igshid=10ank5n40v7c4
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GOOGLE BOOKBOT | ANOTHER AMAZING ROBOT MAKES LIVES BETTER
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Everyone in Silicon Valley is trying to design something straight out of the future. We deal with science and era as the end all be all of our troubles and rightfully so, however here is an unpopular opinion – will we REALLY want technology in each aspect of our lives to make it better? A decade ago, robots doing all our tasks have been just a aspect of movies and these days we don’t go a day without interacting with a robotic – think about it, even in case you call an area there is a 99% chance an automated voice will talk to you first. So whilst I examine approximately former Google engineers looking to resurrect a robot, Bookbot,  that changed into ‘put to rest’, my question turned into why are they bringing it lower back? Let’s evaluate what the 2 sides of this coin…or chip https://youtu.be/ROnnIxlyqf0 Google engineers created BookBot within the company’s Area a hundred and twenty incubator for experimental products. It is a simple-searching cube-shaped robotic that became becoming popular in a California metropolis in which it used to select up books from citizens and supply them back to the Mountain View Library for check-in. Every Thursday, BookBot which has a restrict of 5-10 items will come to you and supply/pick out up the books you request on its website. You might be notified via textual content message while it arrives or you may observe its path with a hyperlink shared with you. Safety issues have been taken care of by using steady tracking and a human handler gift for the initial phase. The project’s crew lead, Christian Bersch, said they're checking out the waters of what may want to be feasible for autonomous, electric powered robots, the issues they are able to run into and if it's far possible for bigger, extra crowded neighborhoods. Ideally, it might help reduce the cars at the road, shop private time and assist the senior residents as well as the disabled residents. Who knows, it could also be the new medium to collect second-hand items for charity! It ran for four months a good deal to the satisfaction of kids who tried gambling games with it and also for folks who love a groovy selfie earlier than being shelved. Despite the overwhelmingly nice reaction from the Mountain Valley residents and the recognition of BookBot, Google appears to need mounted third-birthday celebration experts to address the deliveries while it specializes in advancing in other tech arenas. The primary purpose is presumed to be Project Wing, every other Google partnership for making drone deliveries in an effort to optimize Google Shopping. However, the 2 former Google engineers who worked on BookBot and Area a hundred and twenty, Jake Stelman and Christian Bersch, have released Cartken this is imparting low-cost automated delivery with a darker (consider that all-black Spiderman) model of Bookbot due to how well received it was especially via those who've mobility issues. Now let’s turn the subject, whilst it brings comfort to a sure demographic, what struck me as an avid real book reader is this takes away a part of the library experience. Now as a whole lot as we would groan approximately having to head all the manner to go back a e-book, we usually always come to be browsing for more books, chatting up with network readers and getting guidelines that we otherwise wouldn’t come across. The whole enjoy of going to the library brings the local community closer – youngsters examine together, adults have book clubs specifically folks who are retired and older residents who aren't as tech-savvy and still deal with books as a source of entertainment. BookBot and Cartken glaringly solve an trouble through saving effort and time however, like any robotic, it takes out the emotion from the activity and can handiest see thru a logistical lens. As we advance, it's far vital to hold in thoughts that era can in no time dehumanize us, make us dependent, reduce the EQ that separates us from robots. I am all in favour of robots cleansing up houses or being able to translate what our pets say to our language, however let’s not eliminate the smaller life reports which is likewise how a few earn their livelihood – think of the librarians, clerks, even shipping personnel! In a small metropolis, one Google Bookbot can take over the jobs of many and unknowingly make us detached. We can now carry thousands of books in one device but it will by no means be the same as smelling an old ebook from a library and flipping the page. So I ask as soon as again, do we really want robots to do it all? starship delivery robot cost starship robot range starship technologies stock autonomous delivery robot how does starship delivery work starship technologies robot specs tallinn robot delivery amazon drone delivery 2019 Read the full article
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good and done! full bodied #Transformers #robotsindisguise #commission #Bumblebee #cosplay completion time.. about 2 weeks. #robotsindisguise2015 #RID2015 #Autobots #dremelmaker #Testors #Hasbro #Modpodge #artistsoninstagram #buildanything #scratchbuild
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