"Who are you?"
Prowl paused, then slowly he set aside the data pad he had been reading and turned to face Jazz squarely. He had been expecting this question ever since the medic had allowed him into Jazz’s room. "I am Prowl."
"Which I've figured out means exactly nuthin'." Jazz snapped, frustration and anger coloring his voice. He had thought
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And you! Snap out of it Jazz! Are you in shock from your series of Prowlevations? *shakes*
I'm sad, but glad, that this sudden change in character in Prowl, from meek to a razor sharp blade, does actually frightens Jazz a bit. But with this explanation give Jazz a whole lot more information than just what Prowl said, though that was definitely enough to start clearing thing up!
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I would be shocked out of my mind in his position!
I just don't want Prowl curling in on himself and donning "I am protecting myself" armor.
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Maybe he is
*twitch*
and that's why Streetwise hates him so much.
*twitch*
Hate my muses.
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Poor Prowl! The Lord of Praxus is a jerk!! *glares at Streetwise*
And now that Jazz knows the truth, I can't wait to see how he reacts. Praxus better watch out.
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And he's rather gleefully describing in detail all the ways he'll make sure it doesn't look suspicious by varying what happens, from assassinations blamed on others to disease to a 'fall' ... and Streetwise will live long enough for Prowl's sparkling to inherit the throne.
Yes, I have sick muses.
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