And another one of these!

[makeshiftwings]

General musebox post is go! ... Again!

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[makeshiftwings]

[ SHE'S CONCERNED FOR YOU PERCY, GOSH. At least pretend to notice. ]

That doesn't exactly tell me much. It looks like I'll be doing a little research of my own.

[sciencetank]

[No one is ever concerned for him, what is that.]

Well. Do take care. I'm not familiar with organic reconstruction.

[makeshiftwings]

Neither am I, really.

[ She tears a piece off and... takes a hesitant bite.

Nope, she's not falling over dead either. ]

[sciencetank]

... I take it from your continued functionality, your fuel is also safe for consumption?

[makeshiftwings]

That's what it looks like.

... The convenience of it all has me worried, though.

[sciencetank]

Since it's rather impossible for energon to grow on a tree, the entire thing has me concerned.

[makeshiftwings]

I've never really looted anything before, but I think we should take what we need and leave. This place is... creepy.

[sciencetank]

"Looting" is such a Decepticon term.

Salvage is far more preferable. However, yes, I'm in agreement.

[makeshiftwings]

I'll meet you back here in a few minutes, then. [ brb, going to get some stuff!! ]

[sciencetank]

Very well.

[Now then. Time to better examine this magic energon tree.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ she's gone for a while. Almost too long, and then suddenly, her voice comes literally screaming over the comm: ]

Perceptor!!

[sciencetank]

Primus--!

[Ever seen a tank jump? It's not pretty. But a shriek was the last thing he expected.]

What--? What is it!

[makeshiftwings]

The trees! They--

[ the feed cuts suddenly, but not before Angel manages to somehow, desperately, send her location ]

[sciencetank]

[What in the...]

[Regardless of confusion, the tank transforms, and rolls out toward her location.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Somewhere outside of the town- not to far, but a rather fair distance, there stands another one of those glowing trees. Pressed against the trunk by thick branches that may as well be more like vines, is poor little Angel. She's unconscious, but her tattoos are glowing, pulsing in time with the light of the tree. ]

[sciencetank]

... What on Cybertron...?

[It's just a tree. What does a tank have to worry about from a tree? So he steps forward, touching one of the branches with a curious fingertip.]

[The pulsing is strange though. Almost like a fuel pump pulse... or a spark...?]

[makeshiftwings]

[ But the tree isn't playing nice, as another branch comes from nowhere to wrap itself around Percy's wrist. ]

[sciencetank]

[That was unexpected.]

[He pulls on his arm, with about as much surprised strength as a tank can muster.]