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[robotfightclub]

[You know what's nice? Canterlot. Arcee had never been to such a nice city before- Well, scratch that, one where she didn't spend the majority of the time underground. New York doesn't count. Despite everything, her short time there definitely left an impact. She'd...she'd really like to go again during different circumstances.]

The more I hear about this gala, the more I think I want to go. Not trying to get my hopes up, it's not like I'd make top of a VIP list, just...a nice thought.

[Just kidding, she'd totally crash if she wasn't invited.]

I don't know, maybe I just want someone to tell me I'm not crazy.

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[brightestspark]

I don't believe you are. Why would you think you're crazy?

[Silly cat.]

A... gala? Here? What's the ocassion?

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[robotfightclub]

[Arcee has to blink a few times before answering, she can't believe a mouse has the gall to address her. He's either very brave or- wait. Mice can't talk. WHAT'S ALL THIS THEN? What the heck did she miss?]

Couldn't tell you the occasion.

[Which is true.]

FYI, I was exaggerating. Fancy scrap like that isn't something I normally attend. Not unless there's a brawl involved.

[brightestspark]

[It's a typical reaction now, and Rung seems to brush it off easily. Eitger that or he doesn't even notice it. His whiskers twitch, eyebrows raised.]

So you're thinking of infiltrating it?

[robotfightclub]

If I have to. People around here tend to be nice enough to involve everyone.

[But considering some of the things she's done, she wouldn't be surprised if she was knocked off the guest list. ...If she was even on it at all.]

[brightestspark]

[The mouse puffs up his chest confidently.]

If what you say is true, then I don't think you have to worry about not being invited.

[robotfightclub]

[Ha ha, yeah... Maybe if she didn't argue with the very person who was throwing this shindig.]

Tell you what, I'm gonna hold you to that.

[brightestspark]

[He blinks before he slowly crosses his arms.]

Unless, you've already built up a reputation of the negative kind...

[robotfightclub]

[Well look at, it's like he can read her mind.]

I'd like to think of it more as a reputation worth remembering.

[brightestspark]

[He rubs at his brow and sighs heavily, which comes out as a small squeak.]

Is this the first gala they've ever had?

[robotfightclub]

[Oh no, he squeaks too. Why did he have to be a mouse? Why not something less delicious?]

From what I've heard? No.

[brightestspark]

[He rubs his furry chin before he looks down at himself. He keeps forgetting his own size. Rung smiles back up at the scroll.]

Well, if you do manage to get invited, or get into it by other means, let mw know how it is. It sounds like fun.

[robotfightclub]

Please. If I get invited, then I doubt you wouldn't be. Not unless you set scrap on fire.

[Please don't tell her you set things on fire.]

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[brightestspark]

I would never--

[brightestspark]

[Wait a minute. That lingo.]

[brightestspark]

[His paws fidget.]

You wouldn't happen to be Cybertronian... would you?

[robotfightclub]

[Well THAT caught her off guard.]

...Are you?

[brightestspark]

Yes I am.

My name is Rung, a therapist upon the Lost Light. And who might you be?

[robotfightclub]

[...Therapist, huh? Where was he when...EVERYTHING happened?]

Call me Arcee.

[brightestspark]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Arcee.

[His ears twitch.]

First a dragon. And now a feline. Hm. This place has quite the diversity in forms for the Cybertronians here.

[robotfightclub]

[Wow, he is far too pleasant. Compared to Brainstorm, anyway. Speaking of-]

For some reason most of us wound up as cats. Me, Optimus, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, no idea why.

[Wheeljack is a cat and no one can tell her otherwise.]

I wouldn't trust that dragon if I were you. Something tells me he's probably a 'Con.

[brightestspark]

What? Brainstorm?

No, no, he isn't a decepticon! He's part of the Lost Light. An Autobot. I know he may seem to be rather abrasive at times, but he's simply bringing out his inner creativity within his inventions and weapons.

[And in his sarcasm too.]

[robotfightclub]

Uh huh.

[Look how happy she is to hear that.]

So what part of his creativity lets him get away with calling me a psychopath every chance he gets?

[brightestspark]

[gdi Brainstorm.]

What has the history between you two been like, since you two met?

[robotfightclub]

I said my name, he started the scrap.

[That's it, that's all there is to it.]

[brightestspark]

[Oh dear.]

I'll be sure to have a talk with him soon. I apologize for his behavior towards you.