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"Oh, oh ! You’re a human r-right ?" He tilted his helm at Sydney.
"Yes……?" She looked him over curiously. "And you are Cybertronian, right?"
"Y-yeah . . I-I’ve never met one before. Uh, but I met one n-named Skylie or something. Wh-who are you ?" He asked.
"Sydney… I know Skylie. A little albino girl, right?"
"Al . . Albino ??? What does that m-mean . . ?" He frowned a bit, confused.
"No pigment, which is color."
((Firstly, I replied to the thread 0w0 Secondly, OH MY GOD MOTHRA RODAN AND GHIDORAH /CONFIRMED/?!?!?! I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF))
((M!A: she's 6 years old)) Little Sydney was not having a good time. She was lost, alone, and very frightened. The wee girl was openly weeping, wandering aimlessly.
((And I meet your M!A with my own! Organic!Fallcore the dragon! 83))
The massive wyrm jerks from his well deserved slumber at the soft sounds, blinking wide ruby eyes as he tries to locate the source. A discontented rumble echoes from his narrow chest, and he groans as he levers his bulk to his feet.
He may as well get UP since the noise had woken him ANWAYS. Oy.
Little Sydney jumped at the rumble, and went to run. What she ran into scared her senseless: a giant dragon. The wee girl froze in place, too scared to move. All she could do was whimper like a frightened puppy.
Fallcore blinks down at the tiny one, softening the noise even farther as he carefully shifts himself to a less intimidating position, tucking his bladed feet under himself, his heavy helm laying on the ground. Human children had an annoying habit of finding him, particularly when he wanted naps…what HAD he done in his life to deserve this?
A soft huff leaves him, and he simply watches the little girl, waiting for her to move first.
The little girl was still very scared, but did get a bit curious when the dragon settled down. Deciding to be brave, she stepped forward, and sat down as well. “H-hi?”
"Oh... Um... Hi?" Sydney hadn't been expecting to bump into someone out here. Nor anything quite this large.
Fallcore blinks down at the tiny voice, his massive helm tilting to the side. He HAD been recharging, until the noise had woken him…
He growls low, and grunts out, “What?”
"…. Asshole. Yeah, people do crap like that, don’t they?" She ran a hand down over her face. Sydney noticed the look on his face, and narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you thinking of, Fallcore? Y’ know… Your name makes me think of Falcor…"
"Quite a few times, from what I could find of the crime reports from that online site." He rumbles, lips curling up to show his teeth in his smirk, his voice utterly innocent, "Just making a little advertisement designed to entice the less intelligent members of your race into cleaning my denta."
Oh, this would be way too much fun…though his plotting is rudely interrupted by the words she blurts, his mirth fading quickly, an expression of disgust visible on his whole frame AND in his voice, “What? That is PURE coincidence, I had the name FAR before that thing was created, AND I am NOTHING like that fluffy white, RIDICULOUS puppet! Stupid noble, idiotic character…bah!”
She put up her hands defensively. “Okay okay okay I get it I get it! You’re not like him! Sheesh!” Inside she was in histerics. So, he had a weakness… Sydney smirked a bit herself. “But it’s such a good movie, and Falcor is such a kind, noble character~” Now it was her turn to have some fun.
"Got stung by a bee today…….."