“I don’t really know.”
“Pardon?”
Said the Autobot.
“I mean to say I don’t know who you are.”
1 Like
“Well as I said, we can name ourselves.”
The Autobot.
“Hold on a moment. Why do you all seem upset?”
The Maximal
Song looked at them, with the eyes full of tears.
G: “We lost a friend…”
OOC: This rp is dying at its end. @MaxinePrimal @MaxinePrimal @MaxinePrimal
“What kind of friend?”
Asks the Maximal.
“Does it really matter?”
Said the predacon.
“Of course it does!”
The maximals said, surprised.
“Maximus Primal. The Prime that revived this planet.”
“He gave his life so that you may live.”
Axis said, her voice full of sorrow, with a hint of anger.
“Oh. I’m… I’m sorry to hear that…”
Said the Maximal.
Song rolled her eyes.
“Sorry…”
“Well talk about a way to come into existence. We’ve only been alive for a short while, and we’re surrounded by depressed people.”
Said the predacon.
The Decepticon was off to the side, keeping to himself.
The ship flew closer towards the new Cybertron
OOC: Dude, where do you want to go with this?
IC: “Vector Prime? If you hear me, I want home now!”
OOC: Well my plan was that you’d talk to the new bots for a bit, then Dire would use the time saber to send everyone home.
1 Like
“Well maybe that’s because he’s dead!”
Axis shouted.
He rolled his eyes.
"He appeared multiple times as a ghost.
OOC: Can I help you when you make the story?
“Oh, so what’s he gonna do? Haunt us back home?”
She said angrily.
OOC: Wtih the sequel? No. That’s already taken care of.
He ignored her. He was knowing that she was talking like this only because she was still devastated after Maximus died.
S: “Shut up, Axis.”
OOC: No, when you write the story version of this rp. Can I help?
“You shut up! I have a right to be upset!”
OOC: Oh that? No. Its really more lf a personal project, and id prefer to work on it myself.
1 Like
“I have even more rights to be upset, and I am doing like you!”
OOC: I wanted to edit some things at my characters, but it’s OK.