Subi: >P ... ... ... Enough said.
2. Reawakening
"... Where am I?" Blazestorm whispered, opening her eyes. Finding herself in a completely unfamiliar place, she sat up sharply and looked around. The room she was in was a sky-blue color, and she found herself on a bed that was bigger than her size needed. Directly in front of her was a white door, and in the corner to her right was a wood dresser with a mirror attached by some decorative piece on the back edge. To her forward right was a small walk-in closet, full of clothes and toys on the lower shelves. Where am I? She thought in alarm. She got off the bed and glanced down in wonder at the soft carpet she could feel under her feet- and nearly let out a scream of fright. Instead of her usual, gold, trans-metal 'toes' she was familiar with, she found that she was no longer made of metal, but of some sort of flesh.
"What monstrosity is the cause of this?.!" She hissed, and found her voice was no longer her own, but that of a young, six-year-old girl. With a sense of dread, she walked over to the dresser looked in the mirror. She paused for a moment, looking at what was clearly her reflection, examining herself. She had light-brown hair with pale skin, a somewhat rounded face, and stunning silver-blue eyes. She was wearing some sort of dark-blue, oversized T-shirt with a blue and purple, four-cross-like symbol over a gold circle in the front. Underneath the symbol was the word "Arizona" painted on it with the same fading purple-blue colors as the symbol. Blazestorm backed away from the dresser and fell back onto the bed, wondering what was going on.
She forced herself to try to remember what'd happened, trying to reach past a dark void to what she knew was there, but unable to see it. She lay on the bed, letting the fragments of memory float through her mind, only to snatch them up just as quickly to piece together what had happened. Gradually, she realized what caused her to be in the situation she was in. Slag Vector Prime! She swore silently to herself. Of course the old tin can just had to open a time-dimension gate near sensitive machinery! Of course it would explode from the inbalance it caused with energy signatures! Slag the old man!
Silently fuming to herself, she very faintly felt her bondmate brush through their weakening bond to make sure she was alright. She clung to his concern, flooding the bond with relief to show she was thankful he was alright. She felt a faint sense of acknowledgement and support, followed by a small hint of confusion. I know what you mean, She thought to herself, unable to send the thought to him, instead sending him an understanding feeling. He brushed through her presence faintly before pulling out of the bond, now concerning himself with other things around him. Blazestorm lay on 'her' bed, thinking to herself for a moment before getting up again. I've clearly been thrown into a body that isnt really mine- It would seem odd to anyone else if I dont know my way around...
She crept over to the door and opened it, and immediately found on that her room was at the end of a hallway on a higher floor than ground level. She glanced around quickly, and finding no one around, quietly began to explore the house...
"Tricia!" A feminine voice called up the stairs. "Wake up, Sprite; You're going to be late!"
Sprite? Blazestorm thought. What in the world is that? Nevertheless, she rose, figured out how to dress herself and went down the stairs, quickly making it to the one floor below. Jumping the last stair, she pushed away from the wall at the bottom and stumbled into the kitchen. She stopped at the sight of a middle-aged woman in her early thirties, with her semi-short dark hair put into a loose bun high on her head. The woman turned and smiled at her, offering her a plate of food. Her warm, brown eyes sparkled somewhat, filling Blazestorm with some sort of strength. She's this girl's mother, She realized.
"Thanks," Blazestorm said, taking the plate and sitting at the table nearby. Eating the food somewhat cautiously, Blazestorm watched as the woman went in and out of the room, getting things ready to go to a place called "school". Blazestorm quickly figured out it was a lot like the Academies on Cybertron, and with that thought, realized she had a long way to go before she could figure out a way to go home... ... ...
Subi: Let me know what you think so far... >S