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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 9, 2010 23:57:25 GMT -5
OOC: Early early Day 19, or perhaps late late late Day 18. Private thread. Emirate Xaaron and Rodimus Prime's quarters on the Event Horizon.
When Rodimus returned from Pz-Zazz he made a detour, first, to the Rock Room1, but then he came straight to his room, not even bothering to stop by for repairs in medical. He arrived at his quarters still in a daze, and fell immediately into a deep defragmentation cycle, one that he's still in. His 'sleeping' is complete, undisturbed, and restful in a way that it has not been since their arrival above Pz-Zazz, and very rarely ever is. Finally, however, he starts to stir, only the faintest flicker of his optics and a slight movement of his head indicating that he's experienced the most drawn out, luxuriously long boot-up he's been allowed for a long, long time.
1 Rodimus may or may not have been delayed slightly by business on Pz-Zazz, and other participants in Brigaduped may have gotten back sooner than him. Don't hold yourselves to his schedule.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 13:33:30 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron was resting when Rodimus Prime arrived, and he awoke some time after Rodimus Prime had already fallen into a defragmentation cycle. He often looks over at Rodimus Prime, fretful, worried about what the young Prime carries inside him. Emirate Xaaron is surprised today but not in the unpleasant way he's been dreading. So very rarely does Rodimus Prime rest well. Emirate Xaaron just lets the boy Prime wake on his own, staying quiet and keeping to his own early reading.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 14:01:03 GMT -5
Eventually, Rodimus's optics light fully, perhaps a bit paler than normal but not significantly so. Certainly not as pale as they'd been the night before. He starts to turn to his side, twisting upright as he does (his spoilers mean that he's not prone to actually laying on is side) and swinging his legs out over the floor. He rubs the back of his neck. He's still got a few injuries from his last trip planetside, most notable among them being a twisted spoiler and a blown out headlight, but despite this, he feels... good. He looks up at Xaaron and, seeing that the other is awake, smiles faintly. "'Morning," he says as he starts to stand.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 14:29:08 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron would point out that Rodimus Prime is injured, but he hopes that Rodimus Prime can figure that fact out on his own. He'll wait a while on that matter. Emirate Xaaron puts his reading off to the side, and he greets, "Good cycle, Prime." He tilts his head to one side, narrowing his optics slightly. "And it is a good cycle, isn't it?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 14:50:07 GMT -5
"I suppose," Rodimus laughs, grinning. "It's just started!" However, something about Xaaron's tone of voice, the narrowing of his optics, catches the young Prime's attention and he hesitates, looking back at the Emirate.
"Why? You know something I don't?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 15:06:31 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron replies dryly, "A lot of things, but at the moment, I'm just commenting on how you appear to have had an unusually good rest cycle."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 15:21:12 GMT -5
Rodimus takes two energetic steps towards his terminal-topped desk, lips pulled into a bright grin. "It's a lot easier to get a good night's sleep when you don't have the world's soul screaming at you all night!" he declares. He turns to look at Emirate Xaaron, still grinning, optics shining. "We put it back, Xaaron! We put the world-soul back where it belongs and it... it hatched!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 17:35:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron spends a long moment just staring at Rodimus Prime, letting the Matrix bearer's words rattle around in his head, feeling them out, rolling the taste of them around his circuits. Finally, he sits up straight, and he commands, "Tell me everything."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 18:38:29 GMT -5
Rodimus, still grinning, does just that, starting with the events of To Hear the Auctioneer, continuing with Brigadoomed, then on through Brigadone, then finishing with Brigaduped.
"After Prowl stopped the woman, I moved over to lift up the egg. The feeling was... it was... it's like the Matrix, but... not. Uncorrupt and untamed and alien and... young. It was... was..." He shakes his head as he sits in his chair, sighing. "Words only go so far with something like this. But I knew when I touched it that I had to return it, put it back on the pedestal. When I did, the egg cracked fully, and a wave of red light and energy swept over the area, and when it was done, the... the deadzone was starting to bloom again, to grow, and there was a great red energy bird hovering over the pedestal!" He holds out his hands to demonstrate the size.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 19:27:20 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron listens raptly, his gaze never leaving Rodimus Prime during the telling. He wishes he could have been there, he really does. Emirate Xaaron does not believe that questing is a young man's game. He actually fidgets during the telling, and Rodimus Prime can probably tell that Emirate Xaaron wishes he'd been there. Emirate Xaaron is hanging on the edge of his berth as Rodimus Prime pauses, hands out to show the size. He murmurs, "And then?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 20:44:29 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron also probably wishes he could have shaken Rodimus for trying to actually work with Shockwave.
"It... spoke! Not with words, with its mind. It was like fire! It spoke to me, but everyone else seemed to hear it." He rubs the back of his head, looking, for the moment, embarrassed. "At first, it seemed to think I was, erm, its mother. I corrected it, but then it called me 'Brother' instead. It said... it said that it thought I was lost to the void, but that he... or maybe they, I'm kind of fuzzy... is following me even now. I... reached up to try to touch it," and he reaches forward with one hand to demonstrate as he talks, "and it pushed its head against my palm and... like the words, it was burning, but... wonderful. Good hot. Life fire. And then there was a flash, and the bird was a stone bird sitting on the pedestal."
He retracts his palm and stares at it, lips faintly parted.
"I... I think it mistook me for Primus."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 21:17:35 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron does have an undeniable tendency to shake people.
He rubs his chin and thinks for a while. At length, Emirate Xaaron asks, "Why do you think that?"
Rodimus Prime does look Primus. Emirate Xaaron's seen Primus. A god making that mistake is a bit strange, however, to Emirate Xaaron's thinking. If the bird meant Primus, does that mean the bird thought Primus was lost to the void? Rodimus Prime's the dimensionally displaced one! But why would a god bird on another planet even care about Rodimus Prime... and who is following whom, anyway?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 21:25:56 GMT -5
"Well, it's... it's happened before," Rodimus admits, hesitant. "Being... mistaken for Primus, I mean. Unicron did it once on the astral plain, though he seemed to realize who I really was quickly after wards."
Which is to say he went straight from calling him Primus to gloating to gloating to Rodimus Prime, not that he ever corrected himself or admitted a mistake.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 10, 2010 21:37:15 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron steeples his fingers under his chin, and he lays out the situation as he sees it, "If the bird did mean Primus, I have to wonder why it thought Primus was lost to the void and who it means is following Primus. If the bird meant you, you do happen to be temporospatially lost, but it raises the question of why an alien god would single you out in particular. The question of the identity of the follower or followers remains. Of course, it may have meant something entirely else, some third option, which is unclear at the moment. Gods are often ineffable like that. You are lucky to have run into what appears to be a relatively benign light god. Some of them are not so kindly."
To put it mildly.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 21:57:08 GMT -5
Rodimus grimaces. "Considering what... what ours basically made us to be... that wouldn't surprise me," he states, saddened.
Life may stand against chaos, but life can and often is destructive enough itself. Light burns as much as it supports.
"But I... I really don't have any of those answers. It's... it's a clue, I guess, a hint of some sort. So far, nothing we've run into in this reality has recognized Transformers. We've found parallel technology, we've found alternate versions of creatures who created us in some realities, we've found other types of transforming robots but... no one's really known us. But this thing... this thing at least thought it recognized me."
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