Transformers: War For Our World ||New and Accepting!||

[starlord.]

Jazz yelped and jumped again, and he stopped to tug on a grate again.

(Ironhide needs to catch him)

[TrueBluuue]

.:Chromia:.

"Oh good Primus." Chromia muttered and shifted into her beast form. She sprinted out of the room and down the hall after Jazz and Ironhide. By the looks of it Ironhide had fired a few times. Chromia ran faster and saw Ironhide and Jazz down the hall.

.:Suncharger:.

Suncharger sat on the ground laughing as the pink paint got on IronHide's face.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide made a run for it when Jazz stopped to open one of the gates. He leaped out and tackled Jazz to the ground, "Gatcha." Ironhide smirked as he stood up and held Jazz off the ground, "Now enough with the pranks got it?!" Ironhide's smirk faded and turned into a dead glare, saying if he did it again he would end up as scrap metal.

[starlord.]

Jazz squirmed in Ironhide's grip. "It's boring around here, so I might as well prank," He retorted.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Saya walks up with a couple of cans of oil. "Ironhide you know he wont stop." She said and handed him one.

[TrueBluuue]

.:Chromia:.

Chromia slowed to a stop next to the two, panting slightly. A moment later she transformed back to her true form and watched the two. Jazz sort of had a point there, but sometimes they got a little out of hand and angered others. Just like now.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide glare got deeper, "There is plenty of stuff to do around here, and if you continue the pranks someone will end up getting hurt, liked yourself if you not careful." Ironhide growled and lifted Jazz higher off the ground. "Will you stop the pranks?" he asked as his voice rumbled deeply.

[starlord.]

Jazz rolled his eyes. "Fine." He said quietly, giving Ironhide a return glare, but not as hard.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Saya holds them both the oil.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide lightened his glare and set Jazz on the ground, "Good, Now your cleaning every blaster that you put paint into." he replied with a smirk as he pushed Jazz lightly forward in the direction of the training room.