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[socrowdedinhere]

*TC is on duty today, called out to check out an odd disturbance. Silver is with him as backup. The building is abandoned. The owner came by to see what he needed to do to get the place fixed up to open a shop, but got spooked and left, calling the police. Turbo figured squatters and so took the call, sending TC to check it out.*

TC: *enters cautiously, rifles primed and ready*

*He'll hear a skittering sound somewhere off in the room to the right.*

TC: *stiffens, trades a look with Silver . . . and prowls silently farther in to go investigate*

Silver: *nod and will position himself to cover TC.*

*The room is /dark/, TC won't be sure if he sees anything*

TC: Police. Come out slowly with your hands where we can see them.

*No one answers, and if TC looks real hard he may notices the dark glow of two purple optics high in the far left corner.*

TC: *scowls* Who's there? Answer! *even as he says it, keeps one rifle trained while he pulls a flashlight from subspace with the other to shine on whoever it is*

*There no answer, just a soft hiss like steam from a pipe. When TC turns a light towards the corner... most of the shadows vanish, but a ball of shifting shadow doesn't. The purple glow is coming from that ball of shadow. Whelp. Definitely not a Cybertronian. If TC scans the entity he /will/ pick up spark energy, so... the thing is alive, even if it does look like nothing more than shifting black smoke at the moment. And there /is/ substance to it according to his readings, so it's not just some incorporeal shadow...*

TC: ...the frag...? *some kind of camo-screen, maybe - turns his head toward Silver without actually taking his eyes off the...whatever-it-is* Sweep the rest of the place, see if there's anyone here. Or more of...these. Keep in radio contact. *he's staying here to keep this thing covered*

Silver: *nods and moves out.*

Shadow: *shifts a bit, just watching TC...*

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[dragondancer5150]

TC: *not advancing to threaten the thing - not going to approach without backup - but not taking his optics off it either . . . after a bit* Are you intelligent? Do you understand spoken words? *doesn't really think so, but...no harm in trying...even if he does feel a bit silly*

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Shadow: ...*those eyes flicker to green for a moment before going back to purple. It...seems to relax the next moment. The "ball" of smoke seems to pull in and condense a bit into a slim, four legged form (a feline form, not that he'll know that).*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: ..........huh. Well, you reacted, anyway. *even if it doesn't particularly "understand" . . . lowers his rifle a fraction, still ready to snap it back up, speaking more to himself than the creature* What the frag /are/ you?

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *makes something of a soft purring sound. It...takes a small step...movement hesitant and cautious. Please don't shoot, it just wants to get off the wall and back onto the floor, okay?*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *stiffens slightly as it moves, but...doesn't otherwise react, just watching it*

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Shadow: *will slowly continue, only a little faster than the first couple steps once it's sure that TC isn't going to shoot. It reaches the floor and will just stand there, watching TC...*
Silver: //All clear. No one else is here, and no more of those shadow things.//

[dragondancer5150]

TC: //All right. Come on back.// *wants to approach to check it out more but, again, not without backup*

[socrowdedinhere]

Silver: *won't take long to return.* Whoa...it's different now...

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *nods* Not sure if it actually understood me or just reacted to me talking to it.

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *watching them...studying the two officers.*
Silver: Well...considering how most likely react to it, I'm sure it finds talking quite soothing if nothing else.

[dragondancer5150]

TC: Mnn. *nods, considering...finally* Cover me. *watching the creature, he makes a show of powering down his rifles and holding his empty hands out - they're not here to hurt it if they don't have to*

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *it's ears twitch, and it's purple eyes shift to yellow and back to purple, but it doesn't otherwise move, it just watches him approach.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *to Silver* It did that before, optics changing color. First time I spoke to it, they went green for a moment. That's when it changed shape. *considers another instant* I'm going to try to approach it. *hesitates a second for reaction from the creature to his saying that...that should tell him if the thing actually understands him or is reacting on a more basic level*

[socrowdedinhere]

Silver: All right. *just be careful, Captain....*
Shadow: *eyes shift to yellow again...and then to green before returning to purple. It shifts a bit and then... sits down.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: ………..I think it’s not just reacting. It understands us. *looks at the creature* I am going to ask a question, and if the answer is yes, do /not/ let your optics change color. The question is…do you understand me?

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *the purple glow doesn't change.*
Silver: ...well, I'll be...

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *shakes his head in wonder* Have you ever heard of anything like this?

[socrowdedinhere]

Silver: Never. .......Wind might know something. He likes researching odd creatures. *to the creature.* No offence.
Shadow: *optics flicker, part green, part blue, before returning to purple.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: Definitely understands us. *to the creature* I’m going to approach now. I have no intention of harming you.

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *ears shift down just a little, eyes becoming part yellow and part green for a moment. It otherwise doesn't move.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *crosses half the room, /slowly/ and with hands up, then shifts down to a knee and slowly scoots closer, hunched a bit so he’s not still quite so big . . . stops short of arm’s reach, just…studying the thing*

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *studies him. Up close it doesn't look as though this creature has a mouth, or if it does it blends in well. After a moment it stands and... takes a tentative step closer.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *lets it, then slowly holds out a hand, not trying to grab, just . . . “stepping closer” without moving his whole body*

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *kind of stretches out towards his hand. TC will feel soft puffs of air of his fingers as it sniffs and a very gentle tingling sensation when its nose touches his fingers.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *fingers twitch but he doesn’t pull back – to Silver* Its touch tingles faintly, and it does something that causes small puffs of air to move. *to the creature* We need to remove you from the building. The owner called regarding a disturbance of some kind. He’s going to be returning to this building. We’ll find you a safe place to move to.

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *eyes flicker green*
Silver: I think green must mean agreement.
Shadow: *glances at Silver, eyes flickering green again.*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *nods* Will you allow me to pick you up?

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: .........*yellow/green.... if TC reaches for it, the creature will allow him to pick it up. It creates a soft buzz against TC's armor. It'll feel solid and yet the edges shift and flow over TC's arm a bit. Its head is still turned to keep an eye on his face.*

((It's house cat sized to an average-to-large mech.))

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *gently scoops it up and settles it in his arms against his canopy, just…sits with it a moment, marveling at the sensation, then climbs to his feet and crosses back over to Silver* You have to feel this thing. If it’ll let you.

[socrowdedinhere]

Silver: *raises a hand towards it.* May I?
Shadow: *green flicker*
Silver: *gently strokes a hand down the creature's back.* Whoa...
Shadow: *blue flicker*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: …….yellow’s uncertainty, blue is happiness?

[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *green/blue flicker*
Silver: Heh. That'd be my guess.

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *nods* All right. Let’s get back to the station. Radio ahead to make sure Windblade is available when we get there.

[socrowdedinhere]

Silver: Yes, sir.
Shadow: *hunches down into TC's arms, optics flickering between yellow and purple as TC heads out. It's looking all around now without moving much. It... almost blends into him, looking almost like a deep shadow on his arm chest. Someone would have to really pay attention to him, or already know it's there, to even see it.*

((it's official. Leaving at 1:00. =3))

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *then it looks like he’s carrying nothing in his arms, which likely looks really funny, but TC’s not really aware – he knows it’s there, and his vantage point looking straight down on it easily tells him there’s /something/ between his optics and his arms . . . he’s not comfortable putting the thing /in/ his canopy to fly back to the precinct so . . . it’s a long walk, but they’ll eventually make it back*


((\o/ Our office is closing "early" at 3p 9,9 Me, I'm counting down the next ten minutes XD))

[socrowdedinhere]

Wind: *looks up as they walk in.* Captain! *jumps up to approach.* So where is it? *seems excited*
Silver: ...He's holding it.
Wind: Huh? *glances at TC's crooked arm...and gasps softly at the yellow flicker.* Oh wow. They do exist... Ha! *he whoops, punching the air a bit in excitement.*
Shadow: *flinches against TC, optics flickering yellow, dark red, and orange in alarm, and it makes that soft hissing sound TC first heard*

[dragondancer5150]

TC: *shifts back* Windblade, calm down. You're scaring it. * kind of pets at it a bit* He won't harm you. He's just excitable. Windblade, what the frag is it?

[socrowdedinhere]

((Windburn. I need to remember to change for the doc because he's not named the same as the femme from the comics.))

Wind: Oh, sorry. Sorry. It's just, I never dared hope I'd see one of you.
Shadow: *relaxes, eyes flickering a lighter blue and a soft pink.*
Wind: *to TC.* It's a shadow cat. No one is entirely sure what they are or if they really exist, which, obviously, they do. *gestures at the creature in TC's arms.* Those who believe speculate that they're either natural sparks that, upon not having a built body to be put into, refused to go out and instead gathered surrounding elements and /made/ a body of sorts, /or/ that they're sparks of mechs who've died but, again, refused to go out and instead created a new form. *he looks at the creature.* Hey...can you...understand me?
Shadow: *green flicker.*
Silver: That's an affirmative as far as we've gathered.
Wind: O-oh wow. So...do you know? Were you like us once?
Shadow: *no reaction for a long moment, and then its eyes flicker a rainbow of colors...*