[Open~] Let's get down to business
Characters: TFA Swindle
Content: While he could have gone to the Decepticon base..Swindle decides to do his own thing.
Location: Somewhere in the midst of the 'downtown' area.
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: Nadda~
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
//Swindle to Barricade. Just letting you know that I haven't found anything interesting. Going to be wandering about if you need me~\\
He had sent the message out and then made a point to steer clear of the Decepticon base, not really in the mood for spending quality time with the likes of any Decepticons at the moment; not when there were still caches of goods that he had yet to explore! Plus, none of the spark signatures he had picked up were all that familiar in the 'Hey! This bot is from my home!' (except maybe Scalpel but...well, he was a special kind of special and Swindle was going to keep some distance there) so why should he bother?
Transforming back to his root mode, the peddler made a content noise as he glanced around what had probably been a once bustling street when there had been inhabitants. Lights flickered above store fronts, goods were left out and about for the messing with...it was all beautiful really. So very beautiful.
"Well then!" he announced to no one as he clasped his hands together, rubbing them in a greedy sort of fashion as he began to stroll down the street. "Where to begin..." His voice melted into a content sort of purr as purple optics dimmed to a narrow, Swindle gazing about the shops he passed until he stopped rather suddenly and one could have almost seen the dollar signs in his optics. Settled on his right was a shop that had most likely been a repair shop of some sort, that much clear by all the parts he could see inside, and it was perfect for what Swindle needed. The peddler immediately veered and slipped inside as the doors slid open, gazing about the lit area growing greedier and greedier by the second.
"This is fantastic," the 'con mused to himself, turning to walk backwards as he looked up towards the second level of the shop.
Oh the things he was going to be able to do with this.
Pulling a datapad out of subspace, Swindle set to work on getting a full stock rundown of what he now had at his disposal, comparing it to the items he had in subspace (what he was still able to get to that is along with what he had collected since arriving) making plans for how he was going to set up his new little home.
Content: While he could have gone to the Decepticon base..Swindle decides to do his own thing.
Location: Somewhere in the midst of the 'downtown' area.
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: Nadda~
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
//Swindle to Barricade. Just letting you know that I haven't found anything interesting. Going to be wandering about if you need me~\\
He had sent the message out and then made a point to steer clear of the Decepticon base, not really in the mood for spending quality time with the likes of any Decepticons at the moment; not when there were still caches of goods that he had yet to explore! Plus, none of the spark signatures he had picked up were all that familiar in the 'Hey! This bot is from my home!' (except maybe Scalpel but...well, he was a special kind of special and Swindle was going to keep some distance there) so why should he bother?
Transforming back to his root mode, the peddler made a content noise as he glanced around what had probably been a once bustling street when there had been inhabitants. Lights flickered above store fronts, goods were left out and about for the messing with...it was all beautiful really. So very beautiful.
"Well then!" he announced to no one as he clasped his hands together, rubbing them in a greedy sort of fashion as he began to stroll down the street. "Where to begin..." His voice melted into a content sort of purr as purple optics dimmed to a narrow, Swindle gazing about the shops he passed until he stopped rather suddenly and one could have almost seen the dollar signs in his optics. Settled on his right was a shop that had most likely been a repair shop of some sort, that much clear by all the parts he could see inside, and it was perfect for what Swindle needed. The peddler immediately veered and slipped inside as the doors slid open, gazing about the lit area growing greedier and greedier by the second.
"This is fantastic," the 'con mused to himself, turning to walk backwards as he looked up towards the second level of the shop.
Oh the things he was going to be able to do with this.
Pulling a datapad out of subspace, Swindle set to work on getting a full stock rundown of what he now had at his disposal, comparing it to the items he had in subspace (what he was still able to get to that is along with what he had collected since arriving) making plans for how he was going to set up his new little home.