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| Monday, February 27th, 2006 | | 6:31 pm |
*a large amount of static occurs before the picture firms up, showing Leader-1 poking at the recording device. He's got bits of dirt and leaves on him but he seems quite relaxed about it* Didn't even know this thing was still working. I haven't touched it in months. *shrugs* Not much to say, really. I've been cleaning up stuff, mostly working in the garden. The weeds are worse than humans, you take out a few and twice as many come back in their place. Still, I think I really like it here. I don't see many people besides Quint and Triv, except for when I went out to one of Wily's fortressses with Quint and Protoman (don't think much of him), but I haven't gotten too lonely. There's a whole bunch of creatures here that don't seem to care what I am. They're all nonsentient, but they're decent company and they don't talk much. That's something, I guess. *smiles* Current Mood: contentCurrent Music: Crickets | | Friday, October 28th, 2005 | | 9:26 pm |
Arts stuffs
I'm still working on the garden, although I think it's getting better. Those thick plants in the back are the real problem, I can't get at them by shooting because the building's too crumbly there. Went to Quint's party and if I started telling you all the stuff that went on there, you'd be here a while. Dreadboots drew a couple pictures of me, one normal and one as a fleshie. They're both pretty good, but I don't know how much I like being shown as a human. Oh, and one more thing: Since when did I give my permission to be in Autobot propaganda? And this is just plain disgusting. Sparkplug's a preachy idiot that's as bad as Prime, and he looks like little commander perfect in there. Yuch. | | Friday, September 16th, 2005 | | 11:37 pm |
*is seen putting things into boxes* Quint managed to find me and him a job. We're going to be working at trivs_place for now, and I'm moving down there. Still leaving Unicron's head as a storage room and a place to hide out if we ever need to again. Triv said we could get visitors, so there's no reason Dreadboots and Swindle can't come down. It's a pretty nice place, for an organic planet. No humans, except for Triv, of course. And the job's not bad either; mostly weed control and dusting. At least it's something to do besides sitting around up here. | | Sunday, September 4th, 2005 | | 10:06 pm |
*Leader-1 warps in and sits down heavily. He’s cleaned up as best he can but there are reddish-brown smears and smudges around his joints that can’t be explained away as mere mud or grease* Quint said someone named Nana had died. I didn’t know her, but I went with him to help find her father, the one who killed her. So we warped in, and I knew it was going to be bad but…*finds it hard to speak for a few moments* There were at least twenty of them, all young human femmes, all damaged and bleeding. There was one chained to a wall and some were missing eyes or limbs and just…it was disgusting. I’ve never really felt sorry for humans before, but I don’t even think I was seeing them as fleshies then, just people. People who got hurt and needed to be helped. There were other humans too, maybe scientists, that were doing things to the femmes. We just looked at them maybe for two astroseconds before we started killing them. It was a slaughter after that. Quint was getting most of them (was only right that he did, Nana was his friend) but I got a fair share too. We went through them and found Nana’s papa. I didn’t see what Quint did to him; don’t know if I’d want to. He had me go help the femmes and warp them out of there to the CPS while he handled the sicko alone. There was some screaming, but it got quiet after a while. He came out with some notes afterwards and we took those to the CPS too. Quint says they’ll help the hurt femmes better then we can. Quint was really quiet when we got back. Had lots of blood on him but then, we both did. I’m still trying to get the dried stuff out of my intakes, think I even got a bit in my mouth. Didn’t know humans spurted like that. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good about helping to kill people. *lets his shoulders slump and rests his elbows on his knees* I still feel sick, though. Current Mood: sickened | | Wednesday, August 31st, 2005 | | 6:56 am |
I know I haven't updated in a while; a lot's been going on. Quint and I finally captured Punk and Ballade. I took down Punk, which actually felt pretty good, and Quint got Ballade to send himself into stasis lock. Quint got some guy who was actually a computer to come over and take a look at them, fix them up. But then there was a problem. I think the guy fixed Ballade's programming, but Quint's just letting Punk go. Says that it wouldn't be right to hold him against his will. I don't understand why, but it's his brother. I'm just here to help. And I still haven't gotten the ornements up. Current Mood: confused | | Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005 | | 7:44 am |
*There's more furniture in Unicron now: a desk, a few chairs, and a recharge berth much better then that slab of metal he'd been using before. There's also a large box with stuff yet to be put in place* *warps in* Quint? Current Mood: decorative | | Sunday, August 14th, 2005 | | 4:19 am |
All right. Finally got the mess with Quint straightened out. He's still staying with Cole, though. And I got a metool too. *indicates the metool, which is currently cleaning up the room* So I'll have something at least to keep me company. Hot Shot showed up in the Nexus too, but he didn't stay around long. Why they all keep trying to help me, I don't get. Edit: MINICONS! There's more minicons at Sages! I guess they're from another universe or something because they said they were with some guy named Vector Prime who travels time and dimensions(I think they were maybe a bit miswired, fancy tricks aside) but still! I'm not alone anymore! Current Mood: relieved | | Thursday, August 11th, 2005 | | 2:25 am |
He's gone.
Quint's gone. I came back from talking with Cole and he'd taken all his stuff and left. Didn't even leave a single metool behind. I shouldn't have done that, I guess. Thought I was doing the right thing, trying to help him fight. He needs to stop letting people like his brothers knock him around. I didn't mean for him to include me in that group of people. Don't even know where to find him now. I might wait a bit, see if he comes back. I don't know if I should go looking for him or not. Maybe he just needs his space, what with what happened to his dad and all. But I really was trying to help. Current Mood: lonely | | Monday, August 8th, 2005 | | 5:35 pm |
There's something wrong with Quint's teleporting device. He can go everywhere else in the Nexus, but he can't get back home. Everything says it's working fine, but there's really no other explanation for what's going on. So he's going to be staying up with me for a while until we get this thing figured out. There was also another Decepticon in the Nexus, and some guy called Nightstick who says he's a Nebulon Targetmaster. Everyone else says she's all right, including Nightstick, but I still don't trust her. Especially around Quint; he's a nice mech but he's got a few screwed up ideas of the way the world works. And all the metools walking around here and beeping are going to drive me insane if I'm not careful... Current Mood: busy | | Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 | | 11:21 pm |
Where is it?
*is shuffling around in the scrap on the floor, a half finished piece of machinary in front of him* I had that screw right in my hand, and I dropped it. It's probably half-way to Cybertron by now. Primus, I really need to clean up in here so I can actually find things. *ducks his head and shoulders into a hole into a hole in the wall. His muffled beepings become unintelligible at this point. | | Thursday, July 28th, 2005 | | 7:25 pm |
*is sitting on the ground, picking little bits of fuzz out of his intakes and joints* I went back to the Nexus today to see Quint. Punk and Ballade were there too, but they didn't do anything except throw these weird things around. I think they're called tribbles; they're like round purry balls of fuzz. And the longer you hold them or throw them, the more there are. *coughs, then pulls several hairs out of his mouth* Anyway, so I started throwing them back and other people were throwing and this whole fuzzball fight got started. Quint got buried in the things, and when I went to help him out I met this fleshie(not sure if he's human) named Jadeite. Quint says he's his adopted brother; not sure how that works. Anyway, so now I've got to get all of this fuzz and glop out of myself. And then I'm going to start working on an energon converter so I don't have to rely on Dreadboots all the time. I could probably get by on what she brought up, but I'd rather be self-reliant. Plus there's not much to do up here anyway. Current Mood: fuzzy | | Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 | | 1:14 pm |
*Leader-1 warps in with Quint in his arms. He shakes off the slight dizziness and releases him, stepping out of the warp gate. The chamber they are in is not in good condition, with jagged edges of metal sticking out from the slightly curvedwalls and floor and littering the floor. The atmosphere(or lack thereof, they are in orbit over Cybertron) is still and dark, although a tad on the ominous side for no real reason* You all right, Quint? It takes a bit of getting used to. | | Sunday, July 10th, 2005 | | 5:06 pm |
Been talking more with Quint. I think...to be honest, I'm not even sure of what I think anymore. But I'm going to be staying over with Dreadboots(funny name, but it's a funny creature anyway) for now. I...I might be all right if I can just stay away from Megatron long enough. This Nexus thing is a big place...and I'm used to hiding. Current Mood: a bit calmer | | Saturday, July 9th, 2005 | | 2:31 pm |
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