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[wreckers]

Who: Verity and Prowl
Where: Outside the Forum
When: After Prom
What: Verity hitched the wrong ride home.
Warnings: TBD

[ Verity heard prom and all presentiments that most of the Cybertronian population, by and large, literal giant children who avoided their problems with greater than fervor than the lifelong flight risk and career drifter. She was almost impressed. Even after she showed up and watched them all meander around supporting the wall. Middle school antics. Her little cameo was brief before she got bored and failed to notice anyone she recognized or cared to reunite with. There was time enough to find the punch bowl; artificially flavored...something spiked with something else that settled in her stomach about as smoothly as a nail bomb.

While she had her wits about her when it was time to head out, her head was doing cartwheels with the edges of her vision jagged and black. Hating whatever bathtub moonshine was brewed for the scarce human presence at this weak excuse for a social gathering let alone dance, Verity leaned against the wall outside the Forum. Sinking down on the set of stairs set high enough that her feet dangled off the edge. She just needed a minute in the fresh(ish) air to ride out this headache before she risked strapping on the suit and going to her little hole in the wall. ]

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[wreckers]

Screw Prime - I don't like it.

[ It was Verity. Her voice was reedy; thin with the air being strangled through her windpipe like forcing sound out of a dented whistle. Whether it had been Arcee showing up with that firm warning and firm grip on the hilt of those nasty looking blade, maybe even the injuries - whatever it was, Verity noticed Prowl's grip slackened by no more an inch or even two. Only noticeable because her lungs were burning but she took advantage of that only unconscious slip up immediately.

Arm loose she lunged forward and grabbed the only thing she could - the cable on Prowl's wrist and then she yanked. Deep wired - not supposed to come out, she mused briefly, at least not without hurting like hell. (Unless it was numbed because you were say, a combiner head, but details. Sparks shot up against her helmet and Verity was holding one nastily fraying cable in her hand. ]

[pffft]

[An actual streak of pain dimly races up his arm as one of the extensor cables are ripped out of place. Even the changes of the combiner frame didn't completely mask the pain something that deeply engrained being torn out of its socket. There's even a slight hint of what would have been a grimace that streaks across his face.]

[His grip twitches as he looses some feeling in one of his fingers, and lets her fall - only to hold her upside down by the leg. Humans tend to doze off it you dangle them long enough.]

You should have thought of that before blasting my cabin.

[There's some genuine irritation there, but he looks at Arcee, extending the hand towards one of the swords.]

You can hold her while I read the suit if that satisfies whatever artificial moral hangup is keeping you here, just be careful of her bite.

[loyaute]

( 'Artificial moral hangup'. Irritation flashes across her face at that, grip on her swords tightening. She's been trying,she knows he knows he hasn't liked it. But Prowl can live with it, and live with her choosing to do something he doesn't like.

Arced looks from Verity to Prowl and then back to Verity before sheathing one of her swords. Her extremely limited experience with humans leads her to believe that Prowl isn't carrying her appropriately, so she wraps her hand around Verity's waist - still holding her upside down. When she has Verity firmly in her grasp and Prowl has let her go, there a flash of light as Arcee severs the connection between the two of them with her sword. No more wires for you, Prowl. )

You're done here.

( And she raises her remaining swords to cover both her and the organic, taking a step back. )