Nexus. By the sign. Couch appointment
Hormah: *slugs LOL couch as she sets it down by the sign* There now. *sticks up a warning sign and goes to find energon treats*
youngShadow: *first time in Nexus. Sees Sign.* We gonna ask a question?
youngBlitz: Oh, only if we want to draw attention. Been here quite a few times and answered questions. *flops on couch*
couch: *just a couch, really. Soooo comfy looking*
youngShadow: Hmmm. It's safe here?
youngBlitz: Juust got to be careful of LOLs.
youngShadow: Okay...*sits*
couch: *poofgas!* *pain in sparks should start now....*
youngs: *caught by surprise*
pain: *hurts like a @%@#$#@#*
youngBlitz: *facespin* What....GAH
*bits of spark are extracted, and two hazy forms begin to take shape a short distance from the couch*
youngShadowwraithe: *eyes shifted enough that they're merged*
youngBlitz: *is cursing from all three faces*
*much ouch*
youngBlitz: Oh...ow...gah...*hand over chestplate* Fragging PIT...
youngShadowwraithe: ..Thought...safe...?
youngBlitz: I think...we've been slagging LOL'd...
forms: *gaining solidity* *colours can be seen... one is black, and the other is a cream colour. Frightened blue and red optics take form*
youngBlitz: ..what the?
youngShadowwraithe: I think...they...look like us?
*and there they are, two slender young femmes, who lift their hands and look at themselves and each other with the wide-eyed wonder of a newborn. The black one is a near perfect blend of both parental forms, and the cream one looks more like her mother... it is she who has the red optics and a grin. The black one looks very serious*
black: *reaches for sister, who pokes at her before letting herself be pulled close and examined*
Myrror: both youngBlitz and youngShadowwraithe gape.
cream: *squirming and making beeps and clicks. Sister is tickling her!*
youngBlitz: *shift to Random* Hello?
*two sets of startled optics turn toward him, and then the black sister quietly copies what he said, though she doesn't understand it*
cream sister: *just grins*
youngShadow: *finally separate* They do look like us...
black: *tilts head* us...?
Hormah: *has returned and is gaping at the group around the couch*
youngBlitz: *NOW sees the warning sign* Erm...look before one flops?
Hormah: yeah, b'y. Unless ye're after wantin' t' be an ol' man. *takes out a disk* They'll need programmin'.
youngShadow: Ol' man? *doesn't understand the term*
Hormah: Creator. *offers him the disk* Basic OS.
black: *examining sister again*
youngShadow: *sinks a little further into the couch* Then...
youngBlitz: *takes the disk* They're ours? Truely ours?
Hormah: *switches to Cybertronian and speaks with her pure Iacon accent* Made from both your sparks.
youngShadow: *looks absolutely GIDDY*
youngBlitz: *is working with the disk*
Hormah: *gently* Congratulations. But you might want to move unless you want another set right away.
youngShadow: Oh!
*aaand moves*
Hormah: *offering help to get them over to the floor where their daughers are sitting, if they need it* I was born from the same couch.
youngBlitz is mostly okay, youngShadow kinda needs it.
cream: *cackles and squirms as black pokes her again*
black: *looks up from sister as they come near, and then reaches curiously for the disk*
cream: *staring at Shadowwraithe quizzically*
youngBlitz: *isn't quite sure what to do*
Hormah: Awww. Here. *looks over the twins and then points to the black twin's wrist port* There's an adapter that will plug in here. Just press the corner to the port.
youngBlitz: Thank you...*does so*
Hormah: They'll be hungry for data at first. You'll have to keep them from overloading and crashing their processors.... *blinks and looks at the twins as the cream sister reacts just as the black one does* ...I think they're linked somehow.
twins: *both have hands to heads as their optics flicker* Nnnnn....
youngBlitz: *tries to keep them from overloading*
youngShadow: ...about the whole thing I'm not surprised about...
Hormah: *looks at Shadow, her expression intent and caring despite the pain she can feel from the creators and the confusion from the sparklets* Hmmm?
youngShadow: Being linked...*switches to Wraithe* Though we share a body too...
Hormah: *face clears* I thought I was sensing more than one set of emotions from you.
*beep announces end of download, and the black twin's optics have closed as she slips into stasis and slumps against youngBlitz. Her sister whimpers with alarm and tries to wake her up, but her own optics are drooping*
youngBlitz: *worry. Is that supposed to happen?*
Hormah: *nods and replies to the emotions* They need to reboot and rest a bit while the programming goes into place.
cream: *sleeps too, leaning on sister, who is leaning on Dad*
youngBlitz: *faces shifting, each smiling*
Hormah: *looks at youngShadow and urges her a little nearer so that she can have contact with the newsparks, too*
youngShadow: *does so, a little nervous at first*
cream: *senses her and moves slightly, making a small sound*
Hormah: *grinning as she slips back to her oddly accented English* She hears yer spark, b'y.
youngShadow: *snugs against the cream*
cream: *cuddles, purring softly*
Hormah: *blinks* T'at ain't after bein' no engine purr... t'ey don't have no engines yet. She's after soundin' like a cat.
youngWraithe: *takes control and purrs herself*
Hormah: Ohhhhh. T'at's some sweet, b'y. *glances at youngBlitz to see how he's doing*
black: *curled against Dad, her expression peaceful*
youngBlitz: *settled on Icy, smiling happily*
Hormah: *softly* Ye were wantin' t'ese two, weren't ye?
youngBlitz: *nods lightly*
Hormah: T'en I knows why I was after bein' told t' bring t' monster ta t' sign today. *gets to her feet* I'll git ye some energon.
youngBlitz and Wraithe hold onto each other's free hand and smile.
Hormah: *smiles and goes. It's several moments later, and the twins are starting to stirr and look around curiously, by the time she returns with several cubes of pink low grade* Here, best ye fuel up. T'at will 'o drained ye some fierce 'n we don't need no purdlin'.
youngBlitz: Thank you. *takes a cube*
black: *watching him intently, her blue optics taking in his every move*
cream: *...sticks her finger in Mom's mouth*
youngWraithe: *putter and giggle*
youngBlitz: ...I know you...
black: *perks with interest* Know you...?
cream: *giggles and then sniffs and looks toward the energon with a slight whine*
youngBlitz: *giggles lightly, then hands a cube to both twins*
Hormah: *grins at youngBlitz* Took ye long enough, b'y. Aye. T'was me as helped ol' Cyke t'ere.
black: *wears some of her energon*
cream: *drinks neatly and cleanly. Also quickly*
youngBlitz: *small grin* Thank you...
Hormah: Tis Primus ye needs t' be t'ankin', me son. *grins back* I's jes' doin' me job.
youngBlitz chuckles: Jet chewed me out a good one after...
youngWraithe: *shifted to cat form and nuzzling her daughters*
Hormah: *grin widens* 'N Blackout was after givin' me a bonus fer savin' one 'o 'er favorites.
cream: *poking gently at Mom's face, optics bright with curiosity*
black: *making slightly unhappy sounds as she finishes her cube and looks at the energon she's wearing* No....
youngBlitz: It's okay ^^
black: *looks up* It's okay?
Hormah: *offers youngBlitz a datachip* Basic language.
YoungBlitz: Ehe...thank you.
Hormah: T'at's after bein' t' version wit' out any cusswords. *deedlebeeps laughter*
youngBlitz: *smirks at that* If Hothead's got anything to say...it'll be cusswords...*switches* I am not that bad!
Hormah: *laughs harder and then sputters and beeps as the cream twin decides to taste YoungWraithe's ear*
youngWraithe: *blink* ...I think this one's part Random...
cream: *chew chew chew... grin*
youngBlitz: *switches to Random and GRINS*
Hormah: *grinning herself* Ye best be gittin' 'em home, b'y.
youngBlitz: Yes...home...
Hormah: *pats him encouragingly and then turns her grin to youngWraithe* Feed 'em data, let 'em rest. Bond wit' 'em. Go on.
youngWraithe nods, and youngBlitz takes out the PINPoint: Oh, His Supreme Annoyance is gonna LOVE this....*poofs home*
Hormah: *deedles to Primus as she packs the couch away.*
youngShadow: *first time in Nexus. Sees Sign.* We gonna ask a question?
youngBlitz: Oh, only if we want to draw attention. Been here quite a few times and answered questions. *flops on couch*
couch: *just a couch, really. Soooo comfy looking*
youngShadow: Hmmm. It's safe here?
youngBlitz: Juust got to be careful of LOLs.
youngShadow: Okay...*sits*
couch: *poofgas!* *pain in sparks should start now....*
youngs: *caught by surprise*
pain: *hurts like a @%@#$#@#*
youngBlitz: *facespin* What....GAH
*bits of spark are extracted, and two hazy forms begin to take shape a short distance from the couch*
youngShadowwraithe: *eyes shifted enough that they're merged*
youngBlitz: *is cursing from all three faces*
*much ouch*
youngBlitz: Oh...ow...gah...*hand over chestplate* Fragging PIT...
youngShadowwraithe: ..Thought...safe...?
youngBlitz: I think...we've been slagging LOL'd...
forms: *gaining solidity* *colours can be seen... one is black, and the other is a cream colour. Frightened blue and red optics take form*
youngBlitz: ..what the?
youngShadowwraithe: I think...they...look like us?
*and there they are, two slender young femmes, who lift their hands and look at themselves and each other with the wide-eyed wonder of a newborn. The black one is a near perfect blend of both parental forms, and the cream one looks more like her mother... it is she who has the red optics and a grin. The black one looks very serious*
black: *reaches for sister, who pokes at her before letting herself be pulled close and examined*
Myrror: both youngBlitz and youngShadowwraithe gape.
cream: *squirming and making beeps and clicks. Sister is tickling her!*
youngBlitz: *shift to Random* Hello?
*two sets of startled optics turn toward him, and then the black sister quietly copies what he said, though she doesn't understand it*
cream sister: *just grins*
youngShadow: *finally separate* They do look like us...
black: *tilts head* us...?
Hormah: *has returned and is gaping at the group around the couch*
youngBlitz: *NOW sees the warning sign* Erm...look before one flops?
Hormah: yeah, b'y. Unless ye're after wantin' t' be an ol' man. *takes out a disk* They'll need programmin'.
youngShadow: Ol' man? *doesn't understand the term*
Hormah: Creator. *offers him the disk* Basic OS.
black: *examining sister again*
youngShadow: *sinks a little further into the couch* Then...
youngBlitz: *takes the disk* They're ours? Truely ours?
Hormah: *switches to Cybertronian and speaks with her pure Iacon accent* Made from both your sparks.
youngShadow: *looks absolutely GIDDY*
youngBlitz: *is working with the disk*
Hormah: *gently* Congratulations. But you might want to move unless you want another set right away.
youngShadow: Oh!
*aaand moves*
Hormah: *offering help to get them over to the floor where their daughers are sitting, if they need it* I was born from the same couch.
youngBlitz is mostly okay, youngShadow kinda needs it.
cream: *cackles and squirms as black pokes her again*
black: *looks up from sister as they come near, and then reaches curiously for the disk*
cream: *staring at Shadowwraithe quizzically*
youngBlitz: *isn't quite sure what to do*
Hormah: Awww. Here. *looks over the twins and then points to the black twin's wrist port* There's an adapter that will plug in here. Just press the corner to the port.
youngBlitz: Thank you...*does so*
Hormah: They'll be hungry for data at first. You'll have to keep them from overloading and crashing their processors.... *blinks and looks at the twins as the cream sister reacts just as the black one does* ...I think they're linked somehow.
twins: *both have hands to heads as their optics flicker* Nnnnn....
youngBlitz: *tries to keep them from overloading*
youngShadow: ...about the whole thing I'm not surprised about...
Hormah: *looks at Shadow, her expression intent and caring despite the pain she can feel from the creators and the confusion from the sparklets* Hmmm?
youngShadow: Being linked...*switches to Wraithe* Though we share a body too...
Hormah: *face clears* I thought I was sensing more than one set of emotions from you.
*beep announces end of download, and the black twin's optics have closed as she slips into stasis and slumps against youngBlitz. Her sister whimpers with alarm and tries to wake her up, but her own optics are drooping*
youngBlitz: *worry. Is that supposed to happen?*
Hormah: *nods and replies to the emotions* They need to reboot and rest a bit while the programming goes into place.
cream: *sleeps too, leaning on sister, who is leaning on Dad*
youngBlitz: *faces shifting, each smiling*
Hormah: *looks at youngShadow and urges her a little nearer so that she can have contact with the newsparks, too*
youngShadow: *does so, a little nervous at first*
cream: *senses her and moves slightly, making a small sound*
Hormah: *grinning as she slips back to her oddly accented English* She hears yer spark, b'y.
youngShadow: *snugs against the cream*
cream: *cuddles, purring softly*
Hormah: *blinks* T'at ain't after bein' no engine purr... t'ey don't have no engines yet. She's after soundin' like a cat.
youngWraithe: *takes control and purrs herself*
Hormah: Ohhhhh. T'at's some sweet, b'y. *glances at youngBlitz to see how he's doing*
black: *curled against Dad, her expression peaceful*
youngBlitz: *settled on Icy, smiling happily*
Hormah: *softly* Ye were wantin' t'ese two, weren't ye?
youngBlitz: *nods lightly*
Hormah: T'en I knows why I was after bein' told t' bring t' monster ta t' sign today. *gets to her feet* I'll git ye some energon.
youngBlitz and Wraithe hold onto each other's free hand and smile.
Hormah: *smiles and goes. It's several moments later, and the twins are starting to stirr and look around curiously, by the time she returns with several cubes of pink low grade* Here, best ye fuel up. T'at will 'o drained ye some fierce 'n we don't need no purdlin'.
youngBlitz: Thank you. *takes a cube*
black: *watching him intently, her blue optics taking in his every move*
cream: *...sticks her finger in Mom's mouth*
youngWraithe: *putter and giggle*
youngBlitz: ...I know you...
black: *perks with interest* Know you...?
cream: *giggles and then sniffs and looks toward the energon with a slight whine*
youngBlitz: *giggles lightly, then hands a cube to both twins*
Hormah: *grins at youngBlitz* Took ye long enough, b'y. Aye. T'was me as helped ol' Cyke t'ere.
black: *wears some of her energon*
cream: *drinks neatly and cleanly. Also quickly*
youngBlitz: *small grin* Thank you...
Hormah: Tis Primus ye needs t' be t'ankin', me son. *grins back* I's jes' doin' me job.
youngBlitz chuckles: Jet chewed me out a good one after...
youngWraithe: *shifted to cat form and nuzzling her daughters*
Hormah: *grin widens* 'N Blackout was after givin' me a bonus fer savin' one 'o 'er favorites.
cream: *poking gently at Mom's face, optics bright with curiosity*
black: *making slightly unhappy sounds as she finishes her cube and looks at the energon she's wearing* No....
youngBlitz: It's okay ^^
black: *looks up* It's okay?
Hormah: *offers youngBlitz a datachip* Basic language.
YoungBlitz: Ehe...thank you.
Hormah: T'at's after bein' t' version wit' out any cusswords. *deedlebeeps laughter*
youngBlitz: *smirks at that* If Hothead's got anything to say...it'll be cusswords...*switches* I am not that bad!
Hormah: *laughs harder and then sputters and beeps as the cream twin decides to taste YoungWraithe's ear*
youngWraithe: *blink* ...I think this one's part Random...
cream: *chew chew chew... grin*
youngBlitz: *switches to Random and GRINS*
Hormah: *grinning herself* Ye best be gittin' 'em home, b'y.
youngBlitz: Yes...home...
Hormah: *pats him encouragingly and then turns her grin to youngWraithe* Feed 'em data, let 'em rest. Bond wit' 'em. Go on.
youngWraithe nods, and youngBlitz takes out the PINPoint: Oh, His Supreme Annoyance is gonna LOVE this....*poofs home*
Hormah: *deedles to Primus as she packs the couch away.*