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*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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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.))

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.

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*

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

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

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

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))

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))

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*

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?

((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...*