They stand there a moment before Lightherald, from seemingly out of nowhere, appears and stands between them "You know better than this Sparkhell. Leave him alone."
"Step off Lightherald! I can fight my own battles." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "It would do you good to be quiet Burnout." he said.
"Or what?" he snaps
"Because then it would mean we both die." He said and bowed to Sparkhell "We will be leaving."
He turns and ushers Burnout away "It is not wise to anger them further than they are."
Burnouts faceplate rises. "We are already at war. So what if I kill a few more Deceptions."
"Then they will be seen as martyrs by their own, prompting them to rise up with more anger than before." He said his blue optics narrow at Burnout.
His arm turns back to normal as he gets up in their face, his green optics narrowed. "Then we go for the source. We kill Megatron."
"You know better than that. Without a leader, they are vulnerable but the seeker who is with him, Starscream, will take over or even Soundwave. Do you want those two in charge of the Decepticon Battalion? A ruthless tactical officer and a fearless killer?"
"Then we fight fire with fire." he growls
"You are filled with foolish thoughts to start a war you know we could never win. I have seen what this war has done and finding peace is a better ground than killing." He said, his optics glowing "Now, I suggest you put these fantastical thoughts aside unless you wish to find yourself in Primus Court. Because I can assure, if we go to war, you might get much worse done to you than what Bumblebee or Optimus had ever gotten.'
"Your a coward." he says, shoving them. "You wont stand up for what's right. You hide behind your laws thinking they'll keep you safe forever. When Megatron makes the first move to destroy all of us you'll hide."
"That is not the will of Optimus, so it shall not be mine." The autobot said "But you make moves to harm more than you heal, it will lead not to your own ruin, but many others.'
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They stand there a moment before Lightherald, from seemingly out of nowhere, appears and stands between them "You know better than this Sparkhell. Leave him alone."
"Step off Lightherald! I can fight my own battles." he snarls
Lightherald narrows his eyes "It would do you good to be quiet Burnout." he said.
"Or what?" he snaps
"Because then it would mean we both die." He said and bowed to Sparkhell "We will be leaving."
He turns and ushers Burnout away "It is not wise to anger them further than they are."
Burnouts faceplate rises. "We are already at war. So what if I kill a few more Deceptions."
"Then they will be seen as martyrs by their own, prompting them to rise up with more anger than before." He said his blue optics narrow at Burnout.
His arm turns back to normal as he gets up in their face, his green optics narrowed. "Then we go for the source. We kill Megatron."
"You know better than that. Without a leader, they are vulnerable but the seeker who is with him, Starscream, will take over or even Soundwave. Do you want those two in charge of the Decepticon Battalion? A ruthless tactical officer and a fearless killer?"
"Then we fight fire with fire." he growls
"You are filled with foolish thoughts to start a war you know we could never win. I have seen what this war has done and finding peace is a better ground than killing." He said, his optics glowing "Now, I suggest you put these fantastical thoughts aside unless you wish to find yourself in Primus Court. Because I can assure, if we go to war, you might get much worse done to you than what Bumblebee or Optimus had ever gotten.'
"Your a coward." he says, shoving them. "You wont stand up for what's right. You hide behind your laws thinking they'll keep you safe forever. When Megatron makes the first move to destroy all of us you'll hide."
"That is not the will of Optimus, so it shall not be mine." The autobot said "But you make moves to harm more than you heal, it will lead not to your own ruin, but many others.'
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
He does so, cautious
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
He does so, cautious
He leads him into the Rusty Hell, gesturing to a seat. 'Why do you feel like you need to fight?' he signs.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
He does so, cautious
He leads him into the Rusty Hell, gesturing to a seat. 'Why do you feel like you need to fight?' he signs.
"To prove im not just some strong headed idiot."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
He does so, cautious
He leads him into the Rusty Hell, gesturing to a seat. 'Why do you feel like you need to fight?' he signs.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
He does so, cautious
He leads him into the Rusty Hell, gesturing to a seat. 'Why do you feel like you need to fight?' he signs.
"To prove im not just some strong headed idiot."
'Do you think that?'
He nods
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay so I think iβm gonna play a decepticon named Scuttler. He feels he was wronged by the caste system, and has risen through the ranks of the decepticon. He hates that charismatic Optimus Prime with a passion. Why should he get everything, when Scuttler had nothing?*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
My nameβs Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer isβ¦SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
"Somewhere where i am needed."
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
He does so, cautious
He leads him into the Rusty Hell, gesturing to a seat. 'Why do you feel like you need to fight?' he signs.
*Okay so I think iβm gonna play a decepticon named Scuttler. He feels he was wronged by the caste system, and has risen through the ranks of the decepticon. He hates that charismatic Optimus Prime with a passion. Why should he get everything, when Scuttler had nothing?*
*Okay so I think iβm gonna play a decepticon named Scuttler. He feels he was wronged by the caste system, and has risen through the ranks of the decepticon. He hates that charismatic Optimus Prime with a passion. Why should he get everything, when Scuttler had nothing?*
*Ooooh!!!! I love love love it so much!!!*
*Currently designing him. I want him to be as badass as possible.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
My nameβs Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer isβ¦SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Okay so I think iβm gonna play a decepticon named Scuttler. He feels he was wronged by the caste system, and has risen through the ranks of the decepticon. He hates that charismatic Optimus Prime with a passion. Why should he get everything, when Scuttler had nothing?*
*Ooooh!!!! I love love love it so much!!!*
*Currently designing him. I want him to be as badass as possible.*
"We will see." he says, compacting into a car and speeding off towards the west side.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Blast Radius is outside, fixing the sign to the bar. He eyes the car coming this way and snorts. The barrel-chested cybertronian holds a hand for Burnout to stop.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
He turns sideways, drifting and uncompacting.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He folds his arms and narrows his orange optics. He signs 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"Somewhere where i am needed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks over his shoulder at the barren wasteland. 'The battlefield?' he signs 'Is that s good idea?'
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
He nods. "Yeah. It is." he growls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Blast Radius tilts his head and gestures for Burnout to follow him.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
He does so, cautious
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He leads him into the Rusty Hell, gesturing to a seat. 'Why do you feel like you need to fight?' he signs.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"To prove im not just some strong headed idiot."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Do you think that?'
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I just realized that my fear-based character is gonna look highly squishable to a cybertronian*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Okay so I think iβm gonna play a decepticon named Scuttler. He feels he was wronged by the caste system, and has risen through the ranks of the decepticon. He hates that charismatic Optimus Prime with a passion. Why should he get everything, when Scuttler had nothing?*
My nameβs Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer isβ¦SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
'Why?' he signs and tilts his head.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
*Must squishi*
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
*Ooooh!!!! I love love love it so much!!!*
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
*Currently designing him. I want him to be as badass as possible.*
My nameβs Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer isβ¦SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Noice! I can't wait to see it!*
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ