((CURRENT M!A: SPARKLING JETFIRE))
YOU LITTLE SPINAL CHORD BASED ORGANISMS CALL THIS TECHNOLOGY?! BACK IN THE DAY WHEN CYBERTRON WAS IN THE GOLDEN AGE......
((Independant Revenge of the fallen Jetfire RP blog, M!A good!))
//TRACK TAG: GRANDPABLACKBIRD//
YOU DON’T WANT ME TO SHOUT?! I’LL SHOUT ALL I WANT, KID!
Why am I so old? BECAUSE I AM YE ANNOYING LITTLE PEST. SHOW YOURSELF! OR SUFFER MY INFINITE WRATH!
WHERE IN THE PITS DID ALL YE FOLLOWERS COME FROM? I AIN’T BEEN HERE IN AGES AND EVEN THEN YER STALKIN ME. CAN AN OLD BOT GET SOME PEACE?! … Ah yer alright really. It’s nice to meet ya all, kids.
I’m really temped to make another OC blog… But for my one OC I have over on DA, who is essentially a NASA project gone wrong. He’s called Project-229, is an SR-71 and is a hunter of souls (whether that being other aircraft of living mechanical things). I dunno, I really like RPing him but I don’t know whether anyone would interact with him :L
Yay or Nay?
How tall am I? Well… I… Can’t remember… THE STICK DON’T HURT ITS THE FACT YER POKIN’ ME WITHOUT PERMISSION THATS THE PROBLEM. BAD. BAD HUMAN.
Dallas couldn’t help but smirk at the old mech’s display. Still, he remembered his manners and politely bowed at the waist, his remaining arm crossed over his chassis.
"Howdy, Partner. Th’ name’s Dallas, Autobot sharpshooter. Pleasure t’ meet ya. May I ask yer des’gnation?" He straightened up from his bow, but the smirk still remained. Probably wouldn’t go away anytime soon.
"Hmpf. What sorta name is that, kid? Whatever.. Nice to mee ya too, Dallas, name’s Jetfire.” Letting out a grunt, the old mech leant further over his cane to inspect his new visitor. There were countless things that confused him about this new mech, countless questions, and being as old as he was meant he wasn’t about to hold back on his intrusions. “Hey, kid? What’s that on yer head? Also, is it common for bots of this younger generation to be missin’ limbs? I can’t recall seein’ many bots of my day wanderin’ around with an arm missin’…”
"I SEE YA. ALL’O YA. TELL ME WHAT YA WANT AN’ NOBODY GETS HURT!" Breaking into a small coughing fit, the old mech wheezed for a short while before regaining his composure, leaning over his cane to get a better look at the newcomers. "So… What have we here? Any of ya gonna tell me about yerselves or am I gonna have to guess?”