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Cross Roads 02Co-written with Ultra Rodimus Prime
Two more heads poked out of the trailer, Bunny's broken ear hanging and Jessy's almost cropped ones pricked.
"I'd love to see him in the Metro-City Zone," Jessy said after a moment of looking around.
"You don't want to see me when I'm really enraged," Ultra Rodimus growled. "My weapons can blow impressive chunks out of mountains or erase a city from existence. I am a warrior, fighting a war on a nearly galactic scale, and I am deadly when pushed too far."
"Noted. Trust me sugar, it's noted." Bunny said, though inwardly she fully agreed with Jessy of seeing the Autobot in one of Robotnik's
Kora: Mata Nui 114"Holy-" The Kora of stone said a very bad word in a Toa sub dialect that, thankfully, the Matoran didn't know. They could guess since Turaga Onewa had said the same thing several times over the years, a few even herd Tahu bark it out once or twice.
Currently she was bouncing on one foot, muttering under her breath until she caught sight of three other humans... no, Kora. The three were across a clearing from where Telem had stubbed her bare toes, on Hewkii metal foot, and in one of the many bodies of water of this Wahi. They were evidently having the time of their lives as well as being in a full fledged water fight. It was pointless fun, an
A World You Never Knew 01A World You Never Knew
"Primus Kup, ya think they've never seen Wreckers before." A voice said with a snort, sounding and looking more than a little annoyed as the near bare silver form walked down the street with his somewhat taller companion.
The silver mech looked like he had once been green and a rusty orange, but the rough life of a level-engineer in project had scratched and burned off most of said paint off his person. What was left still gave him an overly scarred and rougher then he was appearance, and considering who this was that was quite a feat. Though he didn't look like he built for strength, the mech was despite his somewhat
The Red DoorLike the tilde of the story said, she was looking at a big red door set into the stone of the cliff in front of her. To her left was another set of doors like this one, only much, much larger, Fatala knew it was for the characters over ten feet tall.
The author laced her fingers together and stretched her arms, flexing and readying herself mentally for what was on the other side of the double doors. The rain wasn't the kind that made one desperate to get away from, for it was warm and just enough not to soak a person.
Fatala hugged herself, not entering just yet as she looked around finding that the place was like the first time she had com
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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