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[briefcase]

Who: Brainstorm, Tarn, and guest star Spinister
Where: Brainstorm's workshop
When: After Tarn discovers their liasons
What: MAKE ME A WEAPON
Warnings: Anxiety


For spur of the moment fragging, Brainstorm had to pat himself on the back for a job well done with clean up. Spinister had made sure his joints were oiled and his paint was fresh. He still had ached like he'd gotten punched in the valve rather than fragged in it, but overall he was fairly pleased with the events.

There was still the fact he didn't have to hang out with a sociopath and Spinister did, so he hopes that after they had triple checked over the mech's frame for any missed transfluid splatters or paint flecks the mech had done it another three more times because he was fairly comfortable with Tarn having no motivation to take a visit to him.

The bow had been set in storage with the rest of his finished weapons, while he'd set to work on something new, first drawing up concepts and taking stock of the material he had to work with. He was running a bit low on nucleon, which meant that he was going to either have to convince Spinister to get more for him or go and do the dirty mining work himself.

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[briefcase]

Despite being bundled up into Spinister's arms, Brainstorm doesn't exactly feel any safer. In fact, that point just makes him shrink further down and drag his fingers down his face.

"They're going to find out it was me who built it, you know. They've been looking for reasons to arrest me! Somehow Rodimus found out I'm a Decepticon."

There's not much to be done though. Slowly he reaches out, and gives a very shaky grip on Tarn's hand.

"Not everyone is an Autobot or Decepticon, Tarn. There's plenty of neutrals since the war ended."

[triggerhappycopter]

Tarn reaching out to shake Brainstorm's hand earns the purple mech a low, warning rumble. Fortunately, Spinister resists the urge to bat the hand aside, although he keep glaring at it like the hand was made of needles.

"If you go out and you actually start a fight with anyone before the wounds you have are healed up, I'm not fixing you again."

That's about the end of his input on that matter.

[sparkwhisperer]

“Ideally it won’t come to that. It isn’t as if i’m going to be flashing this at every mech I see, only those who I have no other choice but to fight. And, if you do the job correctly, they’ll never live to tell.” Tarn’s hand almost entirely encompasses Brainstorms as he gives it a firm shake.

Spinister’s disapproval of the new alliance rolls off of him in waves. Tarn gives him the smuggest look he can manage with his face covered with the roughed up metal of his mask.

“I’ll be back later this week with a portion of your Nucleon and to check on design progress. Is there anything else you need from me?"