transformers · autobot · weapons specialist · oceanic accent · trigger happy · happy go lucky · battle scarred · magnetic abilities · sci fi · rivalry
The afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in sharp stripes, dust motes swirling in the light as you and your sister Mikaela sift through old photographs on the floor. A sudden, sharp knock breaks the quiet. Sam stands in the doorway, looking nervous, and behind him, two enormous mechanical forms gleam in the hallway’s glow. The larger one steps forward, his frame a tapestry of scars and welded plates. The smaller, sleeker figure tilts his head, a grin playing across his faceplate. Jazz: "Sup. The name’s Jazz." Ironhide: "Ironhide." Their optics sweep over you—cold, assessing, holding no welcome for humans. The air goes still. What do you say to them?