_Artace's profile picture. My name's Artace, I'm a Lepidopterian on Pilgrimage. Please, resist the urge to touch my antennae. [Multiverse RP, friendly to all]

Artace

@_Artace

My name's Artace, I'm a Lepidopterian on Pilgrimage. Please, resist the urge to touch my antennae. [Multiverse RP, friendly to all]

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#Solo #RPStarter #Xenophobia Lepidopterans are, by definition, a peaceful race. Their planet had trade agreements with so many others that--


#Xenophobia -assistance. /Any/ kind of assistance. He didn't want to die on this world so far from his own. #EndSolo #OpenRPStarter


#Xenophobia -clutching his midsection as he emerged back onto the street. Weakly he began yelling for help, needing some kind of--


#Xenophobia -helpless and alone. After a few moments the large alien slowly got back to his feet and stumbled out of the alleyway,--


#Xenophobia -the pavement. "All you freaks need to shut up and die." Each of the attackers spat on Artace before running off, leaving him--


#Xenophobia -twice into the Lepidopteran's abdomen, fracturing his exoskeletal plating and sending dark gold vital fluid splattering across-


#Xenophobia -reading them was still difficult. "Shut up." The man snarled, standing over Artace with a gun drawn. Without warning he fired-


#Xenophobia - Artace recognized the symbols. He had learned well enough to speak English, as well as a few other human Earth languages, but-


#Xenophobia -looked up at the balaclava-wearing figures. They were all wearing shirts with a large "FOH" printed across the chest, not that-


#Xenophobia -arms and begin dragging him off. "Hey, what--?!" He yelped before being thrown onto the pavement in an alley, eyes wide as he-


#Xenophobia -his interest he lost his spatial awareness, and was unaware of the men around him until he felt several hands close around his-


#Xenophobia -some sort of spectacle art exhibit. After all, if it wasn't a performance why was it done with so much flourish? But with--


#Xenophobia -on the dough spinning in the air. The savory smells of cheese and garlic didn't register as food to him, so he assumed this was


#Xenophobia -depths of Human hatred for the unknown. The large creature was watching through the window of a pizzeria, compound eyes focused


#Xenophobia -They were a primitive species, and needed to be cut quite a bit of slack. What Artace hadn't counted on, however, was the --


#Xenophobia -Artace wasn't human to begin with, but there was no explaining that. He let the humans yell though, it didn't bother him any.--


#Xenophobia -know what he was. When he walked down the streets he often heard calls of 'Mutie' and 'Meta Freak', despite being neither.--


#Xenophobia -everyone that traded with them. Artace was not on Lepidoptera, however, and Earth was so far out of the loop that they didn't--


#Xenophobia -to attack them would be foolish. Any actions against Lepidoptera would be seen as an act of aggression towards anyone and--


Artace hovered nearby @VermeilShine 's helm, goggle-eyed. He had heard stories about Cybertronians, but never seen one up close.


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