Orion turned from his perusal of the next item - a tiny thing, vaguely sphere-shaped, that looked sized about right for minicon hands - following Megatron's gaze to the oddly-matched pair of items. He didn't even pause to glance back down at the plaque, approaching after only a strange moment of disorientation.
Orion was closer to the spiked crystal, but instead passed it up to step up next to the bladed one. He felt...intrigued. He'd never admit to feeling drawn to it or any such nonsense, but...
He really was.
"...'Twelve'. Something belonging to the twelfth Prime. Supposedly. The translation has always been a little contested, but..."
Trying to suppress the strange feeling, Orion, trailed off, giving the spiked artifact's plate a glance- and frowned, lips moving silently as he attempted to retranslate again.
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Orion turned from his perusal of the next item - a tiny thing, vaguely sphere-shaped, that looked sized about right for minicon hands - following Megatron's gaze to the oddly-matched pair of items. He didn't even pause to glance back down at the plaque, approaching after only a strange moment of disorientation.
Orion was closer to the spiked crystal, but instead passed it up to step up next to the bladed one. He felt...intrigued. He'd never admit to feeling drawn to it or any such nonsense, but...
He really was.
"...'Twelve'. Something belonging to the twelfth Prime. Supposedly. The translation has always been a little contested, but..."
Trying to suppress the strange feeling, Orion, trailed off, giving the spiked artifact's plate a glance- and frowned, lips moving silently as he attempted to retranslate again.
"...What." A shiver crawled up his back plates.