"Rose, huh?", Jadewing said. "Good. Least now I know who to complain too." Because make no mistake, someone was going to hear it from him about this whole mess, and it may as well be the one whose motorcycle damaged his wing.
Jadewing gave an irritated grunt at the human's question about being 'back'. "Back on Cybertron, you mean? I wish," he said. "I don't know where the frag we are; it's definitely no place I'm familiar with."
Elsa's fingers, meanwhile, would find what they were seeking. Her Wayfinder hung around her neck, a small, solid weight against her chest. Upon closer inspection, she would see that whatever had happened to them, the good luck charm had come through it undamaged.
Watching her freeze and then unfreeze Deckard's arm, though, has given him an idea. He's distracted, though, when the human also asked if he was alright. He grimaced a bit. "Like I told Deckard, I'll live," he said. "Feel like I got trampled by a herd of Dinobots and my left wing is busted, but nothing that can't be repaired."
"Unfortunately," he said, "a fragged up wing means no flying for awhile, which is gonna make getting down off this mountain a pain in the aft. And I'm gonna need to at least brace it with something before we got anywhere, or else it's just gonna get worse with all the climbing around I'll probably have to do. Which means I'm gonna need your help."
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Jadewing gave an irritated grunt at the human's question about being 'back'. "Back on Cybertron, you mean? I wish," he said. "I don't know where the frag we are; it's definitely no place I'm familiar with."
Elsa's fingers, meanwhile, would find what they were seeking. Her Wayfinder hung around her neck, a small, solid weight against her chest. Upon closer inspection, she would see that whatever had happened to them, the good luck charm had come through it undamaged.
Watching her freeze and then unfreeze Deckard's arm, though, has given him an idea. He's distracted, though, when the human also asked if he was alright. He grimaced a bit. "Like I told Deckard, I'll live," he said. "Feel like I got trampled by a herd of Dinobots and my left wing is busted, but nothing that can't be repaired."
"Unfortunately," he said, "a fragged up wing means no flying for awhile, which is gonna make getting down off this mountain a pain in the aft. And I'm gonna need to at least brace it with something before we got anywhere, or else it's just gonna get worse with all the climbing around I'll probably have to do. Which means I'm gonna need your help."