Posts by orion pax

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion hummed, gears clicking as he considered Curtaincall's question. He could go on a whole rant about the differences, but earlier in the conversation, he decided he didn't want to let the subject stick on his old world for too long. He was proud to talk about it, but in his current situation, it made him miss his comrades that much more. "Very different. For one, Cybertron is not nearly as... colourful. And it... was, made entirely of metal. And, ah, it didn't house organic beings." He turned toward the next two and smiled again, "It's a pleasure to meet you Tanner Xerses and Gideon Emery." He was Nighttales's sparkling? Orion looked back at Nighttales, then back at Tanner. They looked nothing alike. They had not even been the same species. This confused the mech.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion Pax had decided maybe he should patrol the borders, after the little clan survey. Bluestreak rested on his shoulder, occasionally chattering at other small animals that Orion found no interest in. Resetting his optics, he approached Bruce with a curious look, "Hm, name... and business?" That's how it was in his old clan, he was sure it would be the same here.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Well, this was interesting. Sure, Orion was a fighter, but would be in his previous body where he actually knew how to fight. Maybe this would be a better use of his time, rather than learning to fight in this body. Without ion cannons and energy swords, he felt useless in battle. "Hm, I have the same questions as Bismuth."

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Most Friendly:
Most Helpful: Tohksaka
Most Active
Best Shipper:
Funniest: sorrelwind
Most likely to emotionally wreck you:

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IC AWARDS!:

Favorite Female HP: Ephemeralaurora
Favorite Male HP Nighttales
Favorite Non-HP Female
Favorite Non-HP Male
Favorite Overall: Frightfur

Most likely to lead:
Most likely to heal:
Most likely to die old:
Most likely to die young:

Most likely to accidentally blow up the clan:
Most likely to purposefully blow up the clan:
Most likely to MCFREAKN' LOSE IT:
Most likely to sell their kidney on the internet:
Most likely to buy it:
Most likely to terrify children:
Most likely to be afraid of children:
Most likely to get a weird body:
Most likely to lock themselves out of their house:
Most likely to make a contract with the devil:
Most likely to fall in love with their own reflection:

Most cold hearted:
Most chill:
Most savage:
Most developed:
"Forever Young":
"Old Man":

Dab Lord/Lady:
Pun Prince/Princess
Meme King/Queen:
Clan Mom:
Clan Dad:

OTP:
BROTP:
Crack!Ship: derfur
NOTP:

//wip. editing when i get home bc i cant think rn

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]So he wasn't just seeing things when she didn't have a leg. He offered a small smile and nod, "Glad you're okay..." He wasn't sure what else to say. He was definitely in awe at the fact that someone's leg just... [i]came back[/]. He knew when he was in a larger form and throughout his life, he lost limbs, but would have to retrieve them in order to have a medic reattach them. However, organic beings worked differently. A simple rewiring and some wleding wouldn't do the trick. He wondered if Pastelgalaxies was part starfish - those were the only beings he knew that could grow back limbs. Eyes were a totally different story and he wasn't even sure how to explain that to himself.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion Pax would approach, optics moving over everyone else that had appeared at the meet and greet first. "I'm Orion Pax," he said, Bluestreak the sugar glider would chatter loudly, as if he disagreed. "Oh, and this is Bluestreak." He nudged the little animal with a metal paw, smile. The sugar glider chattered again and grabbed the toy that Frightfur had told Orion to give to a 'newbie'. Bluestreak understood what that meant - even though Billy wasn't necessarily a 'newbie', it was the closest they would get to completing the weekly task. Bluestreak jumped toward Billy, dropped the small toy at his feet before scrambling back and taking back his position on Orion's shoulder.

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None of those groups sounded familiar to Orion. Just how many were there outside of the two that he had known personally? "Hm, welcome to ColouredClan. I'm Orion Pax."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Painting was something that was similar, but also vastly different between the two worlds Orion knew of. He moved past the abandoned canvas, frowning as he watched Sidewalkpaw. "I think that's a false statement, Sidewalkpaw. Both of these paintings look beautiful, even when they're not completely finished." He wished he could do more to cheer her up, but he wasn't exactly sure how to and a hug from a mechanical dog probably wouldn't feel that great.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion tilted his head in the slightest at the suggestion of a nickname. "Um, yes, I suppose you could call me... uh, Ry-Ry...?" he said. It was a strange nickname, he had to admit, but if it made easier for Sel, then he didn't mind.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion wasn't meant for sand at all. It got in his gears and joints, stuck in his optics when he fell, and Bluestreak wasn't a fan of the sand either so the sugar glider would cling to the mech-dog's head. He wasn't even sure why he was here, but he heard a clanmate's yowl and would rush over. "Is everything alright?" he asked, optics whirring as they turned and reset. His biolights and eyes would glow in the dark, so he stood out like a sore thumb.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion Pax would approach, staring up at Primalempire with a bright stare. The shape, the size, reminded the mech of Grimlock - an old comrade that helped the Autobots time and time again. However, this one had been made of organic flesh and organs - not metal and a spark. He gave a small smile, not saying anything as everyone else was already speaking enough.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion Pax would find himself hanging out in biome two, Bluestreak not fond of the strange biomes was not in sight. The mech-dog moved along, optics tracing over the odd coloured trees and grass. He found this world so amazing, and even more so when their trees were colours not usually seen with the humans. While he missed his fellow Autobots, he was beginning to enjoy this... home as well. He would sit now, a tiny smile on his face as he continued to enjoy the view.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][size=7pt][font=verdana]you taught me the courage of stars before you left | how light carries on endlessly even after death[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Orion Pax would approach after Curtaincall, though his reason would be the meet and greet itself, not the music. "I'm Orion Pax, and this is Bluestreak." The sugar glider on his shoulder barked and scuttled to the top of the mech's head, tilting their head at Caesium, thinking the same question that Curtaincall had asked.

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