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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 28, 2008 18:13:29 GMT -5
Once more, the Prime drives through the large doors into the Arena. He quickly transforms and strides towards the boxed arena seats, a faint smirk showing on his face. Though he says nothing out loud, over the radio he is presently singing to his commander, and he can't help but be amused at the word play and joking.
Once he reaches his destination, however, he slips inside, out of view, and his expression sobers. He stops singing and scans the area. Emirate Xaaron set the meeting place, but it's possible that Rodimus arrived first.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 28, 2008 19:34:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron summoned Rodimus to the box seats, where he will likely need to stoop and sit to fit, because Emirate Xaaron was already there. He is not lazy! He is just touch with the fact that he is very slow. Besides, the youth like running around all the time. It's good for them.
He sits on the floor of the box seat, back to the wall, and there is a grimace on his face at what Rodimus Prime is singing at him. Emirate Xaaorn wonders if Rodimus Prime is doing this on purpose and if the way to win is to accept Rodimus Prime's music. However, that could be defeat, too, if that is what Rodimus Prime wants.
Then the singing stops. Emirate Xaaron pokes out of the box to wave to the Prime.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 28, 2008 20:33:15 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime doesn't see anything wrong with his music!
He does have to duck, and crouch to enter, and is forced into an awkward duck walk to get inside completely and back towards where Xaaron sits. There, he crouches down further and then sits Indian-style, still appearing horribly cramped.
"Well, all right. I'm here," he states.
Because Xaaron totally couldn't have figured that out on his own.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 29, 2008 19:17:12 GMT -5
"I noticed," Emirate Xaaron replies dryly. Primus, but he needs a better private spot to invite these strapping young lads. There's not enough room in here!
He looks Rodimus Prime over thoughtfully, and he recaps for new readerss, "I can sense life force, when extremely close. Touching distance, really." Is that why he's so tactile? "It's really only good for checking is someone is dead or not. It's odd but not very useful. However... when before the Face, I can telepathically contact Primus, even in His dreaming." Emirate Xaaron gnaws on one of his fingers, thinking. "Galvatron specifically hunted me down. Like he thought I could do something about Unicron. Like Unicron wanted me dead."
Emirate Xaaron looks up at Rodimus Prime, but he expects no answers. "So, where shall we start?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 29, 2008 21:44:30 GMT -5
"Right here?" Rodimus asks, tone a bit joking. Then he sobers. "I've never tried anything like this, so I'm... well, I figure we'll just make things up as we go along."
He shifts position. If he has to be in touching range of Xaaron, he wants to make it easier, but... he is a large robot, and this is a small crawl-space. There are only so many positions available.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 30, 2008 11:23:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron points out, "I do not think we were ever meant to co-exist. There are no protocols for such a situation."
He scoots a bit closer to Rodimus Prime, looking the youth down and up as he tries to figure out how this is even spatially possible.
Emirate Xaaron grimaces, and he suggests, "I think I'm going to end up on your lap. Even if we could stand, you're a good deal taller than me, and I'm not sure I want to risk falling over in the middle."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 30, 2008 18:33:14 GMT -5
"What do you mean, not meant to co-exist?" Rodimus asks. "Hot Rod and you co-existed, and Optimus Prime and you co-existed," he points out. He blinks as Xaaron suggests... positioning.
"My... lap?" Rodimus shifts positions again, tries to reach towards Emirate Xaaron, and sighs. He nods. "Yeah, I think you're right. There's just not much space, and... we don't know how this will go."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 30, 2008 20:04:33 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron points out, "When Unicron comes around in my reality, you're still Hot Rod. When Unicron comes around in yours, I am presumed dead. We seem to represent different contingency plans on the part of Primus."
He murmurs, chagrined, "I am sorry about this."
Emirate Xaaron moves to do as suggested, if allowed.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 30, 2008 20:41:23 GMT -5
"Sorry?" Rodimus asks, confused. "About what? Being the alternate plan? Co-existing with me?" Then his optics flicker as he processes what's been said. "Oh, about having to climb into my lap?"
He shrugs, and allows Emirate Xaaron to do so. "What must be done, must be done," the Prime answers.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 1, 2008 19:57:32 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron just smiles slightly, without any actual cheer, and nods. Yes, that. Could they please stop talking about it now? He'd like to pretend that he's not sitting on Rodimus Prime's lap.
It's not that he has anything against strapping, handsome young lads who are clever and courageous. It's just that this is a rather bad position to be in with his second in command.
Emirate Xaaron can feel the beauty of the Matrix from here, but he can feel the taint, and it still sickens him. He forces his revulsion down, and he waits for the Prime to start.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 1, 2008 21:41:08 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics dim, but they do not go out. He focuses inward, on that power within, that connection to all Transformers. Of course, putting his mind closer to such power also puts him closer to the prisoner held inside, and keeping Unicron trapped and buried becomes more of a conscious effort. Still, this is something he's been doing for several years now, conscious and unconscious, and he's able to swiftly move past that to focus on the flickering lifeforce not inside him, but next to him.
He can feel Emirate Xaaron, pure, strong, like a smaller piece of the Matrix as it was in better days, when the only burden that came with it was the responsibility of leadership, not the constant struggle to contain a god and atone for his own swift surge of anger. It makes him ache. For now, he tries nothing special, only reaches out with his mind to feel that bit of lifeforce, to feel how it's connected to the larger piece of power within him, to solidify all of that in his thoughts.
To Emirate Xaaron, sitting on his lap, there is nothing externally observable save for a dimming of the optics. But the Emirate may begin to feel a... a... something internally instead.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 2, 2008 10:23:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron looks down rather stubbornly at his knee. Perhaps this exercise is a foolish waste of their time. It's good that they start with him, though. Rodimus Prime is the Matrix Bearer. It's better that they risk Emirate Xaaron, the cripple.
Then, he feels something, light and faint. All the same, he looks up immediately, up at Rodimus Prime's dimmed optics. A placebo or something real?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 2, 2008 18:39:33 GMT -5
Something real.
Rodimus feels the flicker of lifeforce, examines it, tests it - and encounters a problem. It is a single whole! Nothing to cut off!
Emirate Xaaron, sitting in the Prime's lap, may see the consternated frown forming on Rodimus's lips and twisting his brow.
After a moment of consideration, he decides to attempt to cut the flicker-flame off from the world as a whole, as he does with Unicron. Mentally, he reaches for that flicker-flame and very slowly, very carefully, tries to close that flame off...
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 2, 2008 21:36:21 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has no fancy Matrix. His powers, meagre as they are, constitute an inherent spiritual part of him.
To put it very simply, they derive from his soul, which is a tiny bit of Primus that infuses him, as Primus infuses all Transformers of his reality.
Although Emirate Xaaron is not aware of it, Rodimus Prime is really attempting to cut off Emirate Xaaron's very lifeforce.
He sees the frown, and he purses his lips, worried, but for now, he just feels a bit more awkward than before.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 2, 2008 21:52:43 GMT -5
Nor does Rodimus Prime realize, fully, what he is doing. If he did, he wouldn't attempt this.
Still slowly, still carefully, he mentally closes around the flicker-flame, to hide it inside as he hides Unicron inside.
Out loud, he murmurs, "Let me... let me know if you start feeling anything."
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