((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//

 

Right then kids.. It’s been a right knees up talkin’ to all ya younger folk but I think.. It’s time for an old crock like me to move on, I am getting far too old for yer games anyway now. I’ll miss ya, the lot of ya, but my time’s nearly up.. You’ve heard all the stories I have to give, I’ve taught ya what was needed, now go make somethin of yer lives. Ya all look after each other now.. Maybe I’ll see ya all in the great well, if I recognise ya, I hit ya. Simple as. Goodbye younglings, take care, Jetfire out.

Right then kids.. It’s been a right knees up talkin’ to all ya younger folk but I think.. It’s time for an old crock like me to move on, I am getting far too old for yer games anyway now. I’ll miss ya, the lot of ya, but my time’s nearly up.. You’ve heard all the stories I have to give, I’ve taught ya what was needed, now go make somethin of yer lives. Ya all look after each other now.. Maybe I’ll see ya all in the great well, if I recognise ya, I hit ya. Simple as. Goodbye younglings, take care, Jetfire out.

Anonymous asked
Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people's asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it's nice to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. Stay strong.

WHAT.

california-knight asked
"Im guessin yer between 50 n 60 feet?" Kira's neck was starting to hurt a bit. She moves to a tree to climb up to the very top but it only helps a bit. "Well it aint totally rude, and its better than yelling -REALLY LOUD- to catch yer attention with my being much closer to the ground."

YOU DON’T WANT ME TO SHOUT?! I’LL SHOUT ALL I WANT, KID!

Anonymous asked
Why are you so old?

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.

BEHOLD THE GLORY OF JETFIRE: aurablade replied to your post: Aura walked up the the older bot,...

aurablade:

grandpa-blackbird:

aurablade:

grandpa-blackbird:

aurablade replied to your post: Aura walked up the the older bot, awkwardly waving a servo. “Hey, Jetfire.” she gave a small smile, and a quiet nervous laugh, “Remember me?”

"I’ve been alright." she smiled, relaxing as he recognized her. “Just trying to keep busy. How about yourself?…

Aura smirked at the old mech’s out burst. “Really? You haven’t gotten into any trouble? Are you sure?” she laughed. “Yeah, I was away for a while too. Sometimes it’s nice to take a break, but then again, it’s just as nice to come back.” she shrugged. Placing her own servo on top of his, she smiled back. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too. It’s been a while, I can’t even remember the last time I saw you.”

"Ha! Nah, I assure ye, kid, I ain’t been in no troubled." shifting on his pedes, he leant slowly lowered himself to sit beside her, grunting slightly as his aft hit the ground. “Don’t tell me yer memorys gettin’ bad, that’s something ya get when yer my age."

Aura just gave a small laugh, “Well it’d make sense, I’m not really that young anymore. Although I do have some pretty immature moments.” she smirked, before deciding to take a seat beside him. It was weird how drastically, she had grown up and became a teacher. Those were her good old days.

Nodding in agreement, the old mech chuckled and served his servos on his knees after dumping his cane down by his side, taking a moment to stare out into the horizon. Earth always had seemed peaceful. Far away from his last memories of Cybertron.

BEHOLD THE GLORY OF JETFIRE: aurablade replied to your post: Aura walked up the the older bot,...

aurablade:

grandpa-blackbird:

aurablade replied to your post: Aura walked up the the older bot, awkwardly waving a servo. “Hey, Jetfire.” she gave a small smile, and a quiet nervous laugh, “Remember me?”

"I’ve been alright." she smiled, relaxing as he recognized her. “Just trying to keep busy. How about yourself?…

Aura smirked at the old mech’s out burst. “Really? You haven’t gotten into any trouble? Are you sure?” she laughed. “Yeah, I was away for a while too. Sometimes it’s nice to take a break, but then again, it’s just as nice to come back.” she shrugged. Placing her own servo on top of his, she smiled back. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too. It’s been a while, I can’t even remember the last time I saw you.”

"Ha! Nah, I assure ye, kid, I ain’t been in no troubled." shifting on his pedes, he leant slowly lowered himself to sit beside her, grunting slightly as his aft hit the ground. "Don’t tell me yer memorys gettin’ bad, that’s something ya get when yer my age."

PROJECT-229 : YAY OR NAY?

commanderblackbird:

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?

california-knight asked
"Oh come on I doubt very much a little stick hurts ya. Geeze how tall are ya anyways?"

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.

A GREETIN’ TO NEW STALKERS

sharpshooting-wrangler:

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’…”

(Source: grandpa-blackbird)

A GREETIN’ TO NEW STALKERS

"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?”