Heroes Never Die
They're only gone until someone remembers

Oh yeah, Sexual Sunday on Easter.  Boy this should be fun.  Let’s see how many rabbit or egg innuendos I’ll run across.

Happy Easter everyone!

…And then suddenly Ratchet was a plant.

Well okay then.

onecricket:

not sure if this is what i want but hell with it hes not a total lanky shrimp

onecricket:

not sure if this is what i want but hell with it hes not a total lanky shrimp

tags → #Rigel #partner 

//I see people doing these voice things and I can’t do that ;;

//I’m not young enough to be Riou

Hm.  It’s cloudy outside.

Perhaps…?

tags → #ic #RoR 

primesdontparty:

blue-and-black-hero:

Said reply gets rapt attention at the notice about the well and the Archives.  New life and restoration of culture.  Always good things.  Jurisdiction, hm?  Not unexpected.  It’s still a long ways off from official peace, but it’s a start at least.  Show they can have their territory, show you’re not going to run them off at the drop of a hat.

An acknowledgement of the reply is sent, along with the small request of possibly some reading material from the Archives?  The racing statistics from last time were actually more of an interesting read than he realized.

Also a request to make sure Rigel checks his own messages..  He has no idea what the newbuild does these days, but he wants to be sure Rigel isn’t kept out of the loop as far as his partner’s well-being is concerned.

Ah yes, what could be transcribed for American English readers. Truth be told, the most interesting thing he had uncovered had been the equivalent to a Popular Culture magazine, full of references to long since passed mecha and vacationing spots. Old records of ships, merchant caste wares and various tax information would probably not be nearly as interesting as Velocitronian time trials.

Assurance that more material will be passed along when it is found; As is that Rigel will be informed to at least pay some attention to his datapad. The mechling hardly sits still longer than a klick nowadays…

He is pleased to know that the hero is faring well, and sends his well wishes in ventures of employment.

He much appreciates the well-wishes.  He’s not sure if the employment thing will pan out, mostly because on the off-chance he was needed for a matter of national security, he’d have to drop everything and scram.  Most bosses don’t appreciate that.

Still, it’s something besides paperwork.  And he looks forward to anything you can send along.  He enjoys absorbing all sorts of information and culture he can.  It’s hard to find folks to either talk at length about it, or who can recall much of what came before.  So anything you can pass along would be great.

He sends his own well-wishes for Optimus and his family, and has to go because he suddenly remembered it’s time for dinner.

askwindblade is on the line

askwindblade:

blue-and-black-hero:

Riou is bored, bored as hell.  Lockdown is busy, Beatbox and the others are dealing with Soundtrack’s unfortunately abduction, and the base is silent.  Riou was having to keep himself busy, which meant practice in the Rec Room.  It was the sort of thing someone did when they had that much time on their hands.  Practice.

So when his set-up to his terminal pings him of a signal wanting to connect, he stops and pulls out his pad.  Another multiversal signal.  A few of those as of late.  He lets the signal make the connection.

::Hello there.  Your signal has reached sentient life.  Anything I can do for you?::

Well, that didn’t sound like Chromia… Maybe she mixed up the signals.
In any case she had wandered to parts of the city that she didn’t know.
If she even was in the city anymore, and she had tried to contact her
friend to tell her where she was.

Cause there was glass roofs on the streets here and they prevented her
from just simply flying out.

「 Hello, this is Windblade, who
     might I have contacted? 」

Windblade?

Thank god for translation software.  Not quite a universal translator but given his perpencity for running into giant robots this is a godsend.  Still the program has a bit of trouble getting the exact wordage down.  Is that the actual name or just what the program thinks is being said.

That was no name he recognized.  Quite the contrary actually.  Well, unless the signal was somehow coming from…

He tries to do a check.  Can’t get a back-trace, but it’s not of Earthly origin for sure.  So that leaves…

::I’m Riou…and your name doesn’t sound human to me…where are you calling from?::

Status update: Mostly stuff about how quiet it is. Riou has been keeping himself busy by potentially looking into other job avenues, or a possible internship to get him some extra experience on the side. Meeting new people here and there, but it's a typical slow start of spring. Fowler mopes a bit about not having the Prime around to shock generals and officials. Otherwise, the homefront is safe and sound. How are you?
blue-and-black-hero

primesdontparty:

The report is skimmed over, and the mention of Agent Fowler brings a quirk of a smile to his faceplate. At least things are progressing quietly; That’s more than he could have hoped for, and proof that the Decepticons are keeping to their agreement about leaving Earth alone.

With a quick, graceful flurry of his digits, a reply is constructed, detailing the revival of the Well, the Iconian Archives and Praxus, along with scant mentions of the restoration in Decepticon jurisdiction.

He will conveniently leave out his current state of personal affairs, and how the chain of command has shifted. That is conversation for another time.

Said reply gets rapt attention at the notice about the well and the Archives.  New life and restoration of culture.  Always good things.  Jurisdiction, hm?  Not unexpected.  It’s still a long ways off from official peace, but it’s a start at least.  Show they can have their territory, show you’re not going to run them off at the drop of a hat.

An acknowledgement of the reply is sent, along with the small request of possibly some reading material from the Archives?  The racing statistics from last time were actually more of an interesting read than he realized.

Also a request to make sure Rigel checks his own messages..  He has no idea what the newbuild does these days, but he wants to be sure Rigel isn’t kept out of the loop as far as his partner’s well-being is concerned.

askwindblade is on the line

Riou is bored, bored as hell.  Lockdown is busy, Beatbox and the others are dealing with Soundtrack’s unfortunately abduction, and the base is silent.  Riou was having to keep himself busy, which meant practice in the Rec Room.  It was the sort of thing someone did when they had that much time on their hands.  Practice.

So when his set-up to his terminal pings him of a signal wanting to connect, he stops and pulls out his pad.  Another multiversal signal.  A few of those as of late.  He lets the signal make the connection.

::Hello there.  Your signal has reached sentient life.  Anything I can do for you?::

tags → #askwindblade