That was okay, though; he might be collared and leashed, but that didn't mean he was harmless. And while he might not want to admit it - at least not where it could be noticed - it felt good to have a bit more space to move in outside as the State Gardens were a fair bit larger than the balconies of the three levels that was the Primacy Residence.
Leaning against the balustrade, he was half hidden by a fanciful collection of Praxian Helix Crystals, suspended above their anchor pots by glowing blue gas. The Prime, he knew, was somewhere near, beyond that collection of crystals.
At the moment, he could have been alone, however, and yet he scowled down at the collection of suspended balconies that made up the State Gardens, feeling... Restless. This was one of the places (in general, that was), where he knew he had things to change if anything were to change, but... He hadn't exactly planned for a situation like this.
He needed plans.
Megatron had just straightened, intent on coming around the crystals and bother the Prime again when he saw someone approach the mech through the haze of gas and crystals. He'd be close enough to hear, so he settled back against the balustrade to listen, unless the Prime called him out.
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Date: 2012-05-13 10:28 pm (UTC)A leashed and collared, if not muzzled, pet.
That was okay, though; he might be collared and leashed, but that didn't mean he was harmless. And while he might not want to admit it - at least not where it could be noticed - it felt good to have a bit more space to move in outside as the State Gardens were a fair bit larger than the balconies of the three levels that was the Primacy Residence.
Leaning against the balustrade, he was half hidden by a fanciful collection of Praxian Helix Crystals, suspended above their anchor pots by glowing blue gas. The Prime, he knew, was somewhere near, beyond that collection of crystals.
At the moment, he could have been alone, however, and yet he scowled down at the collection of suspended balconies that made up the State Gardens, feeling... Restless. This was one of the places (in general, that was), where he knew he had things to change if anything were to change, but... He hadn't exactly planned for a situation like this.
He needed plans.
Megatron had just straightened, intent on coming around the crystals and bother the Prime again when he saw someone approach the mech through the haze of gas and crystals. He'd be close enough to hear, so he settled back against the balustrade to listen, unless the Prime called him out.