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"You will leave them ALONE." yep. Lazy way of talking is gone for at least a moment. Jazz gets scary when he's pushed. "Never. Again." Can you hear that snapping noise? The sound of mechs spinning in their graves? Can you smell the smoke? Oh. Wait. That'd be the photon rifle that's suddenly in his hands. "Even if I have to kill you." Run Arachnae, run.
Anticipation: the act of waiting for an event to occur.
The event unfolds, perchance not as anticipated, but in the unfolding, for a moment, there is the imagery of perfection. Anger, rage, incited with words, promises of harm. The hunter-medic doesn't even break a smile as she can almost see the moment where words pushed this subject past the point and further down the spiral. Not even a smug look of satisfaction graces her face.
Wings span out, voice velvet as she starts to speak: "Interesting..." thoughtful tone. OPtics widen at the sudden weapon aimed up at her, wings flick and start to kindle but a moment to late. The venom in the voice aimed at her has reached a new level, triggering some errant thought of terran tales of Lucifers fall from heaven. She raises a hand, "Wa-..." but doesn't finish the word.
Rest of the scene, and how she ends up like the picture is at [link]
This isn't from Flights of Angels. This is from roleplay after a similar situation.
Anticipation: the act of waiting for an event to occur.
The event unfolds, perchance not as anticipated, but in the unfolding, for a moment, there is the imagery of perfection. Anger, rage, incited with words, promises of harm. The hunter-medic doesn't even break a smile as she can almost see the moment where words pushed this subject past the point and further down the spiral. Not even a smug look of satisfaction graces her face.
Wings span out, voice velvet as she starts to speak: "Interesting..." thoughtful tone. OPtics widen at the sudden weapon aimed up at her, wings flick and start to kindle but a moment to late. The venom in the voice aimed at her has reached a new level, triggering some errant thought of terran tales of Lucifers fall from heaven. She raises a hand, "Wa-..." but doesn't finish the word.
Rest of the scene, and how she ends up like the picture is at [link]
This isn't from Flights of Angels. This is from roleplay after a similar situation.
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OMG, I remember this-! oh... wait, this isn't from Flights of Angels. My bad. 
I remember that story fondly, though. I do wish I knew how it ended, but it was an enthralling read while it lasted. 
Thank you for writing it and your other Transformers fics. 
They're some of my favorites from this fandom. 
I remember that story fondly, though. I do wish I knew how it ended, but it was an enthralling read while it lasted. Thank you for writing it and your other Transformers fics. They're some of my favorites from this fandom.