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Rebbot for Axiom Nexus
Previous entries are being left for archive purposes only, for the other players involved to have access too. Entries from this date forward will be for http://axiomnexus.livejournal.com/ . -
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Perceptor wanders through the corridors and hallways of Autobot City, quite frankly a little overhwelmed and lost. Frostbite, Cureall, and that priestess of Primus who claimed to know her, had also claimed that five years had already passed from when she thought it was, and that Strata and Photon had grown up. Had not only grown up, but had adopted ( Read more... ) -
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Continued from herePerceptor happily melts into Wheeljack's kiss, having been missing exactly this for many weeks now. With the counselor's help, he'd been slowly exploring his relationship with Ratchet, although long talks and rather forcably platonic snuggling with a mech were no substitute for being able to simply hold and be held by one's mate ( Read more... ) -
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Perceptor glances back towards the MedBay as Photon carries him into Ratchet's office where Wheeljack is waiting (im)patiently on the berth there. The door cycles shut, Perceptor's last view of the CMO that one of him facing off against Steadfast. He sighs to himself; they must work things out between themselves even as he and Steadfast had had to ( Read more... ) -
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The wind on the balcony Perceptor finds himself on is a little brisk still from the last vestiges of that polar Cyclone that they blessedly slept through. The sky, however, is now clear and a crisp beautiful blue that is swiftly fading to dusk. Strata used to love this time of the day, when the thermals were just starting to fade, the stars just ( Read more... ) -
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Chitter is standing on the edge of one of the lab benches, looking anxiously around. Beside him, a comparitively tiny little blue fire lizard is also fidgeting. They occassionally pause in their restless jigging to chatter at each other inquisitively, their small vocalizations strangely loud in the empty lab. The only equipment that is on is a set ( Read more... ) -
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Perceptor finishes repleacing the last of the tools he and Cureall used to repair Blaze's weaponry with a soft sigh. He pauses for a moment to peek through the doorway into his office, pleased to see Cureall finally offline. He is still concerned about her, however. Though she was hiding it well, he could still sense her tension as they worked. He ( Read more... )