Botanica-3
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Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
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Post by Botanica-3 on Apr 20, 2008 9:21:08 GMT -5
"What a strange bird. I did not know you could fly. How very unfair," she says, sharp edges of pain coloring her voice. It hurt, it hurt so terribly when he ripped them out, but she has felt worse and worse again.
"I-," Botanica breaks off at the Prime's interjection, head slowly swiveling to stare at him. She goes deadly still, her body poised on the edge of flight or fight, and the few brambles still remaining alive coil around her forming a tight ring of thorns. That familiar ache....
"The door was open, Prime, no lock, no gate, no key, could bar my way. For all that I am half-mad, I am still a scientist, and skilled, and I have grown curiouser and curiouser about what you and Perceptor have found."
"Claim me or no, I do not care, though I will never be yours. You yourself know that I am better equipped to defend myself than first glance tells."
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Post by Hook on Apr 22, 2008 11:10:57 GMT -5
Hook does not answer Botanica, not after the alien Prime has stepped forward and announced himself. That one is one he does not wish to have anything to do with if he can help it. Not after the bits of data he has managed to extract from those idiot jets.
It irks him that the jets had mis-described the effect the Prime had on people, however. He is not becoming angry. No, instead the world is becoming ugly, scratching at his visor with how imperfect and unskillful it is. Clumsily-shaped, shoddy materials, the designs too squat and heavy for their purpose...
Gyeh.
Hook pulls bits of vegetation from where it was caught in his joints. Disgusting texture. What joy could be gained from such weak, ill-made creatures? He scowls and clenches his fist, pulping the vegetation in his hand.
Disgusting.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Apr 22, 2008 11:47:48 GMT -5
"You are already mine, Botanica," Rodimus answers smugly. "You just don't know it yet."
Of course, Rodimus believes that everyone and everything belongs to him, and that the universe is divided among those who are aware of that and have accepted it, and those who need to be taught it. However, there may actually be some truth to his words at the moment.
"However, since you would boast of your abilities to defend yourself, I ought to just leave you to them." Prime looks up to where Hook flies overheard, crushing the plants picked from his joints. He grins. "After all, you're doing such a stellar job so far at making friends." But then, optics narrows and the Prime levels a glower against Botanica. "Interferre in me and mine, though, and you will suffer." She needed to be reminded of such from time to time, because she has tried. It doesn't matter that Holi is so weak as to be almost worthless, that Wheelie is little more than a wildboy himself. They are both his, and the Prime has no interest in seeing them damaged by outside forces unless it's in serving his purposes.
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Botanica-3
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Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
Posts: 73
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Post by Botanica-3 on Apr 23, 2008 13:56:23 GMT -5
Botanica hisses out "He hurt me!" Never mind that Hook did not harm her, not truly, but she felt the damage done to that tender plant as her own. And now, in the Prime's presence, she has trouble making that distinction in her mind.
So hard to focus around him, to keep the madness at bay. With him gone her mind had been clearer than it had in days, but with him gone she had lost that minute connection to home he carried. The temptation is there to try and overwhelm him with vines, drag him down to the center of this damned world and leave him there to rust and rot. But if she failed...and then there is what he carries. That is not to be taken lightly.
Another wordless hiss, and she shifts her attention to Hook. This Prime effects all differently, but always, always badly. Hook claims to seek perfection; what perfection will he find in the dark places of his mind?
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Post by Hook on Apr 25, 2008 22:31:52 GMT -5
Squat, squalid buildings that wouldn't last a thousand years-! Disgusting, foul-textured, crushable organic creatures-! Ill-lighted star that shed too much brightness, that illuminated every irritating, distracting, vile mistake and damage-
If he were Bonecrusher, he would burn it all, bring it all down on his head in fire and ruin. Perhaps, then, the ugliness would be less angering.
Base. He needs to get back to base, to his lab, to design something of beauty and loveliness that will comfort him.
Hook turns and flies away, scowl becoming more ugly as he left Botanica and Rodimus Prime far behind.
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Hook is out of thread.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Apr 25, 2008 23:21:31 GMT -5
A brief smirk touches Rodimus's lips as Hook takes off, practically flees the area. He turns towards Botanica and that smirk turns into a sneer. "Of course he hurt you, little fool. That's tying yourself to organics does. It makes you weaker, easier to hurt."
For the briefest of instances, Rodimus's lips pull back and down and his optics narrow in an expression of pain and regret that seems wholly alien on the flame-clad Prime, but it's there and gone so quickly that even one watching very closely might easily convince themselves that it was a figment of their imagination.
What's not fleeting, however, is the clenched fist as Rodimus looks down his nose at the plantformer, the arrogance now very much at home.
"It always makes you easier to hurt."
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Botanica-3
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Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
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Post by Botanica-3 on Apr 26, 2008 22:34:21 GMT -5
She watches Hook fly away, and she is curious. He did not seem to fear, and he did not seem to anger, but still Hook fled, and that is interesting enough to warrant further thought. But later, when the Prime's anger and his aura are not bearing down upon her with such weight.
Botanica's head swivels slowly back toward the Prime, "What would you know of bonding with organics, you with your short-sightedness, your refusal to adapt? Perhaps my present-past is not your future, but then perhaps it will be. The timestream is ever in flux, ever-shifting."
"Does it make me easier to harm? Perhaps. But does it weaken me? No. That planet, " she gestures back toward the portal, "is softer, more yielding than Cybertron, but I hold it's heart in my hands as I did- as I do my home. And this one now as well, though it speaks with a different tongue, it is similar enough to sustain."
"It is not the power of a god, Warchilde, but it is strong enough. Nothing gold can stay, even your body can fall to rust and decay under the right conditions, there are things neither light nor dark can heal. You should think on that, Chosen One, before condemning what you do not understand."
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Apr 26, 2008 23:22:30 GMT -5
Rodimus's face clouds with fury for a moment, his fist clenches, and one leg moves slightly, as though deciding on it's own to bring him to the source of his anger. Then he freezes in place for a moment, throws back his head, and laughs.
"Your ignorance is showing, little lily. I understand more than you suspect. Besides, talk all you want to of my potential future decay... if your past is my future, which it is not, you are... how old? A best, a handful of centuries? And you've held your form for what, a mere dribbling of years? Hot Rod was four million years old before the Matrix remade him. He was bound to the organic but the merest fraction of that time, but I suspect it was still longer than you've been in the state you're in."
"Nothing gold can stay, and even gods may fall, but a flower dies and rots in a single season, so speak all you want of decay - I do not deny that you should know the subject more intimately than I, and if not, you will soon enough." The Prime shakes his head, but the expression on his face seems almost more akin to pity than anger. "Gone in less than an eye blink," he breaths, voice soft.
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Botanica-3
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Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
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Post by Botanica-3 on Apr 28, 2008 10:29:50 GMT -5
She tilts her head. A curious thing this, such a look from this one. But more curious what he said. She has not been so isolated that she does not know who Hot Rod was. And then there is the bits of history she can still dredge up from her damaged memory. For a moment the scientist in her comes to the front, she straightens, stills, and she sounds almost calm.
"Your previous self was bound to an organic? How could such a thing...but why? Your type is too long-lived, too violent; even if the creature survived, it would die of age eventually. But the process must be fascinating..."
As quickly as it came, her moment of lucidity is lost, and she hunches down again, "We are not meant to be immortal! Look at what has been done with such long lives- war, destruction, pain. What have we as a race done, what legacy have we left? Yes, I will not live so long as those who are purely mechanical. But when your time is not infinite, you seek to do more with it- to be more. Life is meant to be a cycle."
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Apr 28, 2008 10:51:24 GMT -5
"You talk to me about what we are meant to be, little lily?" Rodimus laughs, conveniently using the switch away from lucidity to avoid talking about Firebolt. "We are the warrior children of a war god! War, destruction, and pain is exactly what we are made for, that is our legacy."
He grins, optics glittering as he considers the violence, the conquest he will so soon bring down on this world, his fist clenched. "We are the cleansing fire of an unworthy universe, and we have done with our long lives exactly as our creator has intended!"
He unclenches his fist and looks down at Botanica. "You are the aberration from our proper purpose."
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Botanica-3
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Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
Posts: 73
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Post by Botanica-3 on Apr 28, 2008 19:28:11 GMT -5
"Aberration?!?" she shrieks.
"I am no aberration, I nor any of my ilk. We are the end result of countless millennia of evolution of our species. We are warriors yes, but created to both conquer and to defend, and to focus only on the burning is to deny half our purpose. The opposite of war is not peace, Rodimus Prime, it is creation, but you are too entranced by the flames to see what might rise from the ashes."
Botancia has pulled her self up tall, gaining height, and her vines and roots slither and rustle. She is trembling, eyes flashing, terrible in her beauty.
"Primus is my god, my creator as well, and gods are not confined by such petty things as walls between realities. They are multiversal concepts. Your Primus is mine, and he is truly terrible to behold, but you are not he! You are but a bearer of one portion of his essence and you are not the only one connected to it!"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Apr 28, 2008 22:05:15 GMT -5
At Botanica's shrieking, and in the face of her shouting, her trembling, her anger, Rodimus Prime throws back his head and laughs. "Touched a nerve, have I, pretty-petals?" he sneers. He looks down at his right hand and almost boredly seems to study his fingertips. "In between bouts of nonsense, you do hit upon a truth or two."
"All Transformers carry a small portion of the essence of Primus, and through that they are all connected to larger concentrations of his life-force." He looks down, smiles faintly, and taps his chest. "Such as the Matrix. No, I'm not the only one connected to it. All Transformers are, and all can feel its influence as they come nearer to me." His smile gets very smug. "And the day will come when distance will no longer be a factor. Such things are, as you say, multiversal."
"But I am not merely a bearer of it. Ultra Magnus even carried it a brief time, but he had no affinity for it. Others have affinity... but not like mine." He grins. "I was remade, Botanica, to its specifications. In its image. And you'll notice, my dear, that the finished product is one hundred percent free of organics."
He chuckles so quietly that he makes no sound, and only the trembling of his chest and body provides evidence of the laughter. Then he shrugs. "But I grow weary of this conversation. I know full well that you are too deluded to be swayed by words." A wave of his hand, "And so there's no point to them."
"Just be aware, so long as I'm concerned, my truce does not protect you. And if you get in my way, Botanica, nothing will be able to protect you."
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Botanica-3
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Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
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Post by Botanica-3 on Apr 29, 2008 17:46:06 GMT -5
Botanica wrests control of herself by main force, fists clenching as she fights the urge to devolve into a snarling, feral, violent creature.
"There is a Rodimus Prime in my history, much like you in appearance and manner, and he is dead and gone, lost to time, no legacy, a profile in the archives, nothing more. Not like your predecessor, whose likeness even now stands in Iacon, remembered and revered. Primus is a trickster as much as a warrior, Warchilde, and pride goeth before a fall."
She tosses her head, "And I do not need nor want your protection. I will make my own way in this new-not-new land."
She turns her back on the Prime and moves a few spaces away, before looking back over her shoulder, "No trace of organics, except in your memories. I think you find me so abhorrent because you still feel loss, and you view such feelings as weakness. You can not fight your memories, so you lash out at me instead."
With those parting words, Botanica dives into the ground, heading off to make friends and influence plants.
Botanica-3 is out of thread and off to make trouble.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Apr 29, 2008 20:46:56 GMT -5
If Rodimus Prime were less convinced that Botanica's past is not his future, he'd be a little more concerned, but the boy is nothing if not confident, sometimes even when he shouldn't be.
He just snorts at Botanica's parting taunts, and mutters, "Oh, a Rodimus Prime will be spilling his life's energon on this world soon enough, but it won't be me. What do I care about the failures of my alternates, or those idiotic enough to revere Optimus?"
He shakes his head and chuckles at the foolishness as he turns away, transforms, and rolls off.
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