“I was… Thinking at her.”
“What about her, exactly?”
“Oh, man! You really want me to say it?”
He said, a little too loud. He cleared his throat, and said:
“I kinda like her.”
Ironclad’s eyes widen slightly in surprise as he backs away a little.
OOC: you might want to clear this with Texxidos first.
OOC: His character can think and like and dislike whoever he feels like. Of course, nobody can guarantee the other side will feel the same way. :>
“What?”
OOC: Aight. Never RP’d before, so I’m unfamiliar about this sort of thing.
IC: @Toa_Vladin “Nothing,” Ironclad assures Mordo. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”
Gladius was holding back laughter.
“You? And the Baronness of the Decepticon military? You have dreams, man.”
OOC: I though we were alone.
IC: “Shut up, Scrap Brain.”
“Your current broken emotional state is what brought me back and with it many changes.” the figure said.
“I am Dark you but not the same psychopath murderer that I was; due to the fact I am formed from your grief and pain combined with what memories there are of the old me, I have become my own individual without any connection to Jiger.” Dark Firestorm said.
“So, what are you going to do?” Firestorm asks, a bit nervous.
“Don’t worry about me taking over without permission; it’s technically your mind and thus you make the rules. I’ll be sort of a shoulder devil, if you would; the more evil side of you but I am not going to be full on evil as that is not fun.” Dark said.
“So, I’m a landlord?” Firestorm asks.
“In a sense. I will imagine that you will be the one calling the shots and that I’d have to pay ‘rent’ and I’m a-okay with that.” Dark said.
@Toa_Vladin Gladius throws up his arms. “Hey, man, no disrespect. I admire that level of confidence.”
"Then stop laughing! "
Gladius does so.
“Sorry, Mordo. I just wasn’t expecting that.”
The Firestorms talked for a bit and negotiated the ‘contract’; it kept all the power in Firestorm’s hands and use but Dark was still kept on a leash of sorts considering the guy’s history.
“That seems in order. I should let you know that one we are done talking, your Knight friends will sense my presence and will take action…likely involving a Cortical Psychic Patch.” Dark said after looking over the ‘contract’ and signing it.
Firestorm nods, “Now, I think you need to head off to your little corner and stay there.”
“Okay, but I will drop in to chat and give you a reality check now and then.” Dark said before vanishing.
Firestorm was left alone and sat at his desk to ponder over what just happened.
(@Chromeharpoon) the Knights, especially the ones that Firestorm helped keep alive in The Pit when they encountered Devil Gigatron the first time, sensed something familiar yet not; some kind of darkness they encountered before but it had some light within it as well.
Ironclad felt a chill run up his spine and a sense of uneasiness. Razorwing felt similarly.
Razorwing shivers. “Anyone else feel that?”
Firestorm takes a deep breath and calms down. He decides to take a walk over to the workshop to tune up and just wander around Auger.
“I feel… something, alright,” Ironclad says to Razorwing.
Firestorm reaches the workshop and begins tuning up the 3DM Gear.
Doohickey was in the workshop too, fixing up her suit.
“Hey there,” she greets Firestorm.
“Just tuning my stuff up.” Firestorm says after returning the greeting.
“Yeah, same here,” Doohickey says.