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[corruptedhope]

*Rodimus Void is not a happy Herald. He's been chibified, denied his victory, humiliated, stuck in a jar on a shelf in a storage closet, and did we mention chibified? Life is not a happy place for him.

Not that he doesn't deserve it, of course.*

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[cideways]

*As casually as if he belonged there, Sideways walks through the corridors of Autobot City. The symbols on his door-wings are Autobot ones, and his blue optics glow softly. There's an odd smile on his face as he slips past people, seeking out a particular storage closet.

He doesn't bother to check if anyone sees him enter the closet where Void is, trusting in the fact that he acts like he belongs there to keep him out of trouble. And the current crisis, of course. Other chaos is always good at distracting from him.*

Hullo, Roddy.

[corruptedhope]

*Void looks up* Took you damn long enough to get here. *his voice comes out childish and squeaky, but the tone is acidic. He stands up and puts his hand on the glass, smacking it* Get me out of here!

[cideways]

*Sideways smiles* I've been busy, Roddy.

*He lifts his foot as if he is stepping up onto the air, and he really seems to do so as his antigravs kick on and bring up to optic-level with the Void-in-a-jar.* Care to tell me what happened?

[corruptedhope]

Less talking, more opening of jars. *bangs again*

[apprentice_lurk]

*comes wandering around the corner, Decepticon sigils scratched from her paintjob and all-in-all looking rather annoyed with the world in general. As she passes Void's closet it occurs to her that, well, if she can't do anything about today's crisis, she might as well check up in the instigator of the last one.

'Boots stomps over tp the closet, opens the door, and boggles at Sideways fr all of two seconds before finding her voice* And what do you think you're doing?

[cideways]

*Sideways looks over at Dreadboots, then to the Void-in-a-jar, then back to Dreadboots.* Seeing for myself the "fearsome" one who was going toe-to-toe with Galvatron...

*He looks at Dreadboots innocently, then glances at the scratched off Decepticon sigils. His Autobrands are as bright and glossy as ever.* Is something wrong, ma'am?

[apprentice_lurk]

You're hanging around in a storage closet with someone who'd happily rip your head off if he wasn't barely knee high. *folds her arms, wings mantling slightly* Name and rank, Autobot.

[cideways]

*Sideway's door-wings curl back. He's torn between chastising this Sweep-thing for asking anything of him, as she is a Decepticon, and just answering the question. Then again, he doesn't know how much they know about the situation in Void's universe.*

[s. comm: Rodimus Void]Do they know the name of Sideways?

*to Dreadboots* Since when does a Decepticon have the right to ask that of me?