Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Jan 23, 2011 20:20:39 GMT -5
What more is there to do, really, but compile and examine? Magnus just sort of sinks into the berth and nods.
"Thank you," he says. It's sincere, yet at the same time, hollow.
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Post by Perceptor on Jan 29, 2011 18:51:03 GMT -5
Perceptor nods, quiet for a long moment as the bytes scroll across the screen he is watching. Finally, he ventures, "Thank you, Ultra Magnus."
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 1, 2011 20:35:46 GMT -5
Magnus hadn't expected Perceptor to say much else for a long while. He certainly hadn't expected to be thanked for… whatever it is Perceptor finds worth thanking him for doing. He blinks, dumbly at first, then again in bemusement, and simply watches Perceptor for several seconds.
"…I don't understand," he admits. After all, he's done nothing so far but make more work for the scientist and he can't imagine even the most devoted workaholic enjoying something as tedious as this.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 1, 2011 21:02:59 GMT -5
Well, if it weren't for the subject matter, it is the kind of work that Perceptor enjoys. Any sort of scientific pursuit is something that Perceptor enjoys. His idea of a vacation is spending a month in his laboratory studying subatomic particles.
But that isn't what he is thanking Magnus for.
"For, um... listening," he replies without looking up.
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
Posts: 565
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 2, 2011 14:50:43 GMT -5
The answer is even more unexpected than the gratitude and Magnus blinks once again. For listening? True, he asked his own Perceptor more than once to summarise, but that was as much because Magnus couldn't grasp all the language as because there wasn't time for Perceptor to carry on.
And yet… yet just in this conversation, Perceptor had refused him that full explanation at first, insisting he didn't know what he wanted, but that it couldn't be to hear Perceptor assess the matter to its last detail. No one ever does. Those three words say quite a bit more than any of Perceptor's dissertations.
"Ah." He pauses, not certain how to respond. Then, simply: "You're welcome."
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