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๐-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•. โ€”โ€” โ€ ๐…๐‹๐Ž๐€๐“ ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„ ๐€ ๐๐”๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐…๐‹๐˜ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐‘บ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ ๐‘จ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฌ. โ€œ

EARTH.
Joined August 2018
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THE YELLOW SOLDIER. ๐‘ฉ-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• โ€” ๐๐”๐Œ๐๐‹๐„๐๐„๐„. โ†ณ ๐‘จ๐‘ผ๐‘ป๐‘ถ๐‘ฉ๐‘ถ๐‘ป. โ€”โ€” #transformersrp / #mvrp. descriptive + literate (cinematic) portrayal. possible crack. multiverse, mature. (tw: violence, language, etc.)
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Lo and behold. Bee lives.
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Moves his antennas back and forth slowly. Just to pass time.
Turns his radio on as soon as she orders it.
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Kicking things around. Not anything big, but still kicking. The epitome of boredom.
Sitting. Heโ€™s going to fix himself.
Harsh buzzes emit from the missing modulator as he fights and claws at the other, slightly disoriented from the punch. He quickly bashes the blaster out of the way of his spark, revealing one of his own in a fit to aim it directly at a shoulder.
"You will not escape me this time!" *I tackle you, spinning us down the trees, punching you in the face, trying to move my left blaster at your spark but you keep resisting*
Heโ€™s here! Just... recovering. Kind of.
Oh, you know. No one important, HOUND. ...Ahem.
Oh, oh. Let him sit down for this. Itโ€™s not the first time.
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Moves his little antennas. Heโ€™ll get her back.
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and /thereโ€™s/ the fun of it.
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Whoops. Caught.
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robot staring contest inconclusive. ...he wins. mimics a blink.
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Sheโ€™s talking about hiiiim. Rests his hands on his core (i.e., hips) proudly.
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m. ore. squinting. silence.
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Ooh. Not good, not good. Heโ€™s quick to move out of the way, the bee-faced covering sliding over his face automatically, and he begins scanning like /crazy/. His radio, for effect, allows an exclamation. โ€œThe /hell/ is it with you guys?!โ€ Broken and... spaced into many โ€”
"Oh B-127..." *Transforms into my robot mode and lands in front of you* "Prime is safe, for now. But you, your mine for what you did to my partner!" *I run at you with a blaster out, hoping to tackle you*
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different voices, but it would do in getting his point across.
s. quints. at prime.
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Charlieโ€™s here, Charlieโ€™s here. He couldnโ€™t care about a thing.