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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 2:50:22 GMT
Characters: @britbucksaplenty, Chromia Location: Brit’s Mansion Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Brit gets a substitute guardian for the day - Chromia clearly has no idea what she’s in for..
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 2:59:10 GMT
Brit was bored out of her mind.
Ironhide has been her “partner” for a bit now - and for the most part nothing had really changed. Outside of keeping a titanic secret from anyone she hung out with. But for the most part she hadn’t hung around Autobot base much. To be honest she was a little bit of a shy person when in big crowds and a lot of the other humans were... Well, not a whole lot lie like her. So far she liked Ironhide but that was about it. Unless she got to know anyone better she supposed.
That was probably going to change today though. Ironhide was off somewhere today, and she actually had planned to go to base. So apparently he was sending a “friend” to take her. She was already inwardly frowning, unsure of what to expect from this. She really hoped that it was someone bearable, if not someone with a sense of humor. If not? Well they were most definitely going to have a problem.
Her solution to her minor stress about meeting a new Bot was sunbathing. She’d laid out on a towel outside her house in a tank top and shorts, letting the suns rays hit her in hopes she’d get a good tan while keeping he eye out for any unfamiliar vehicles. “I wonder if any of them even come in hot pink?” She asked herself.
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Chromia
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"The helmet stays on..."
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Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
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Post by Chromia on Mar 7, 2018 3:20:58 GMT
Chromia was saddened that the main aspect of her favor to her Conjunx wouldn't involve exercising martial might over another sentient being. It'd been too long since she was cut loose on a band of unsuspecting troublemakers. She loved Ironhide and Windblade to death, but she'd either had to share or refrain from violence completely; and now, she was babysitting. Ironhide had promised her a 'sparring session' as payment for her services today, and she had every intent of hounding him to make sure he made good on their agreement.
As her baby-for-the-day's driveway got progressively longer and longer, Chromia had started to form a mental image of them. It was a mansion. She hated mansions, but more specifically the people who lived in them. Caminus was downright ripe with bots walking around in their towers, pockets overflowing with shanix. She'd unfortunately had to work for more than a few of them during her time spent as an accountant, before Chromia had learned that punching people in the face was a far more rewarding career path.
Could humans even be rich? Up until now she'd assumed that all organics were farmers of some sort. What else could you do when your planet wasn't made of metal? Whoever owned this glorified pile of bricks and concrete must've sold a lot of corn. The blue Koenigsegg Agera finally rolled up to the top of the driveway, coming to a stop in the looming shadow of the estate. Chromia spotted her charge just sitting out front, motionless, like an ear of corn. She honked loudly, both to get the female's attention, and to startle the presumably-rich little snot.
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