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Who: arcee and YOU
Where: one of the few remaining tall buildings in the city
When: a few days after prowl's arrival
What: arcee celebrates her arrival by hanging off the side of a building
Warnings: none atm

The ruins of the city are tempting - there’s shadows and darkness around and it would take her only an instant to disappear into one and not let anyone know she’s here. Things were simpler then, when she could do that. There was just her and what she had to get done - people to threaten, people to run through with her sword, people to shoot. It had been good. But this was supposed to be better, she thought, reaching up to brush her autobrand.

It takes longer than Arcee wants to admit to reorient herself - one moment on Earth with her sword clutched in her hand, attempting to defend a human from Galvatron and the Decepticons, and now this. This false Cybertron she doesn’t know anything about and has no interest in learning. She isn’t a scientist, it’s not her job. Sliding her swords away, Arcee succumbs to the urge to at least get away from this all - there’s a taller building still standing. It’s with little effort that Arcee scales the thing until she’s roughly five stories up - a blot of pink and white against a sea of crumbling grey as she simply hangs onto the wall, back resting on the metal as her hands dig grooves into it. Sure, she has Sideswipe’s jetpack, but Arcee knows she won’t lose her grip.

It’s not a bad view, and gives her a vague estimation of activity in the area. White and red mechs concentrated at one point - medical. A few colorful bots - autobots, most likely, with a few larger hulking frames she doesn’t recognize. Decepticons. Her lips curl into a snarl automatically, hatred flooding through her system. Who will blink first is a contest Arcee is willing to participate in because it won’t be her, and she’ll tear them apart. Prowl’s pseudo abandonment, leaving her to handle herself and the human isn’t something she takes personally, but it still rankles - she will get him for that.

She hasn’t shut off her personal comm if anyone on Optimus’s team spots her, but it’s not hard to get her attention if anyone needs or wants to talk to her. As if she’s particularly talkative on a regular basis.

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New, but Arcee likes it a lot. She's thinking of keeping it and not returning it to Sideswipe when this is all said and done. It's come in use.

Also: don't joke with Arcee. There's a high chance she's not going to get it. Like this time, where it goes straight over her head. "They would be madder if you lost more." Just saying.

But slipping into reporting is something she can do, and Arcee nods. "Three hours ago. I came back online on the outskirts of the city."

He'd say you should probably return it but he's going to hope that you'll respect the power of friendship and give it back on your own ~~or at least share it please~~.

The awkward silence that follows his 'joke' is..certainly an experience. Then again, he should have known better with her. She's still getting used to being social, after all. "Let us both be thankful that you're a good friend then, hm?"

...

"You arrived around the same time as Prowl."

Sharing is possible, she could be convinced to share. Or she could keep it and make Sideswipe get a new one. That sounds better, Arcee likes that one. Mostly because she's still angry at Sideswipe.

A good friend. Right. Shifting uncomfortably, she focuses on the second thing he has to say because that's an easy one to answer. "Prowl's here?" Her expression darkens for a moment before it passes. There are better things to do with her time at the moment. "I haven't seen him, Prime. Not yet."

Arcee, we should all learn to get along with our peers, even if they insult you accidentally because they're an idiot. Try to share.

But he notices her awkwardness, wondering if that was a bit too much to lay on her just yet. She does focus on the second (and more important) part of the statement, though, to his relief.

"I've rendezvous'd with him recently, although his current whereabouts I've yet to locate."

How bad could it be?--okay. really bad.

She's not letting it go, Optimus. The insult or the jetpack.

"I can find him if it's required. I've done it before."

The last time was easy, however. He wasn't exactly being covert.

Well...maybe he can just find Sideswipe a new one. He'd never know the difference, right?

"We'll find him together. I'm sure he's not far. Our reunion went...as well as could be expected. For Prowl."

See: Prowl was in a little mood and Optimus had to play damage control. Like always.

He'd probably accept it all the same if it meant not talking to Arcee again when she's in a bad mood. So. Like. Always. As for Prowl - there's the instinct not to tell on him, she doesn't want to, and Arcee doesn't do things she doesn't want to. But he could force her hand, she's not afraid to inform Prime of what he'd been doing if it meant stopping Prowl from going further down this-- well, she's not sure. The path he's on doesn't lead anywhere good, Arcee is sure of that much.

"He's gotten worse since you left, Prime."

There. No details - she and Prowl could work that out between themselves. And if it looked like he wouldn't stop she'd do the things she knew how to do: tell Prime and stop him herself. Because this is different than with Bombshell, Arcee knows it is, but the solution to this particular Prowl problem eludes her still.

"Worse." That didn't bode well. He'd asked Arcee to keep an eye out for Prowl, because as of recently he'd been unable to look after himself. Safety precautions for both the team and for Prowl himself.

"Are any of the team endangered?" He knew that Arcee was telling him the bare minimum out of respect for Prowl. And he didn't want to drag her more into uncomfortable territory.

So he'll ask the basics as well.

"Are any humans involved?"

No one's been able to look after Prowl recently. Arcee thinks that's part of the problem - there's no one to reign him in. Not because people don't want to, but no one knows how. Talking sense isn't going to work.

"No." A pause, and then: "No one of value." So the Constructicons, and her lips twist unpleasantly. There's no way to answer that part of his question without giving too much away. And Arcee would rather talk with Prowl one more time to judge the situation for herself before giving more information.

"I was in the middle of dealing with it when I arrived."

So yes, but something she's got a handle on.

Prowl, the one Autobot who could talk sense, was now senseless. It worried Optimus on many levels, and Arcee...she was doing her best. He had to recognize that.

The 'of value' is slightly worrying, because Optimus and Arcee have vastly different opinions on that. But she's his only lead to information right now, and he doesn't want to cut too deeply into what was...obviously a sensitive issue.

"Thank you. I knew placing it in your hands was the right decision."

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