::Who said I was shopping--!:: Cliffjumper's indignant sputtering got lost in the empty nothingness of a disconnected call, and he glowered with (undeserved) rancor the glittering display of ridiculous-looking jewellery.
Eyeing the strings of woven metal strands, polished jewels and crystals, Cliffjumper could see Mirage in something like that, too, especially around here. But he wasn't going to buy something like that; he didn't actually know Mirage's tastes, even if this was the sort of thing Mirage might wear.
He wasn't quite dumb enough when it came to stuff like this he'd buy it completely blind.
Which meant that he put the jewellery out of his mind and continued to look, though two hours later he'd almost resolved to backtrack to the shop with the crystal sculptures when he ended up in a small shop off from the main road he'd been following.
Everything in here seemed to glitter or pulse under his touch, and it took several minutes of appalled staring before Cliffjumper realised it wasn't actually glowing - what he was seeing was similar to the times Mirage had raised energy...
He shivered and almost stomped out immediately, but a delicate sculture-machine caught his attention. Mostly because it was the familiar arrangement of Cybertron with its moons.
Peering closer at it, Cliffjumper blinked. This close, even he could see what it was meant for; calculating and keeping track of planetary and lunar movements and events. Something he knew quite a few on the Ark had bemoaned their inability to do, since the crash had reset the Ark's memory and computers, losing the cybertronian date and counting forward from the crash.
It glowed like anything else in here, and Cliffjumper remembered more than one ceremony or holiday that was reliant on certain planetary or lunar events. Despite his discomfort with the place, he grabbed the delicate-looking (but surprisingly sturdy) and found an attendant.
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Date: 2016-03-16 12:57 pm (UTC)Eyeing the strings of woven metal strands, polished jewels and crystals, Cliffjumper could see Mirage in something like that, too, especially around here. But he wasn't going to buy something like that; he didn't actually know Mirage's tastes, even if this was the sort of thing Mirage might wear.
He wasn't quite dumb enough when it came to stuff like this he'd buy it completely blind.
Which meant that he put the jewellery out of his mind and continued to look, though two hours later he'd almost resolved to backtrack to the shop with the crystal sculptures when he ended up in a small shop off from the main road he'd been following.
Everything in here seemed to glitter or pulse under his touch, and it took several minutes of appalled staring before Cliffjumper realised it wasn't actually glowing - what he was seeing was similar to the times Mirage had raised energy...
He shivered and almost stomped out immediately, but a delicate sculture-machine caught his attention. Mostly because it was the familiar arrangement of Cybertron with its moons.
Peering closer at it, Cliffjumper blinked. This close, even he could see what it was meant for; calculating and keeping track of planetary and lunar movements and events. Something he knew quite a few on the Ark had bemoaned their inability to do, since the crash had reset the Ark's memory and computers, losing the cybertronian date and counting forward from the crash.
It glowed like anything else in here, and Cliffjumper remembered more than one ceremony or holiday that was reliant on certain planetary or lunar events. Despite his discomfort with the place, he grabbed the delicate-looking (but surprisingly sturdy) and found an attendant.