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[Nightwish (random_xtras@livejournal.com)]
There's a tall, iridescent black Maximal femmbot sprawled out on a normal sized couch today. One of her massive, bat-like wings is folded and the knuckle tucked behind her head, and the other is hanging over the edge of the couch and absently scratching glyphs onto the floor. Her deep blue optics stare thoughtfully at the sign from a face that has sculpted beauty and a mark like a fang on each cheek, and her arms are wrapped around a little chibi Dinobot, who is cuddling a canvas dog toy as he sleeps.

"So. Question. I suddenly have kids. What're you supposed to do when that happens? My buddy says taking them into firefights is bad."

Phantom talks to "Leo"

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

["Leo" (donsdammitdoll@livejournal.com)]
The turtle thinks a moment, trying to figure out where to start, and how to word his question. He looks at his bandaged body, then up at the Nexus, taking in all of the people around him.

"How do you identify yourself? What created this identity?" He tilts his head slightly. "Is identity something only other people can give you? Is your name part of your identity?"