::From what I heard? Anyone who already was set against Mirage or had a grudge, won't change their opinion, but I think that likewise'd go for anyone who don't have any, or likes 'im.:: This whole thing was frankly more exasperating because he had to take time out of other tasks.
At least it wasn't an out-and-out emergency.
Cliffjumper had looked up when Optimus said his name, his expression mulish - and then he winced and dropped his gaze, shoulders inching upwards.
There was still a definitive stubborn set to his posture, however.
"Usin' some sort of tool on the moutain our ship is buried in, and it sure wasn't carvin' a statue!" He didn't really feel like going over to the messed-up squiggle that glinted in the afternoon sunlight, but slowly, reluctantly, he walked over.
"We've got the Insecticons on Earth, all right? He could've had somethin' happen with them, and this thing?" Whirling around, Cliffjumper waved at the glyph. "Could be anything! Even if it is an ancient cybertronian glyph, it could still be used as code, and if it's not, it could be, and how am I supposed to know? I ain't ever seen it to know, Prime! I was just worried!" he cut off his yell to stare at the ground again, arms and fists stiff by his sides.
Sure, he'd almost accused Mirage of being a spy or traitor, but his first thought had been that it was unwilling.
::Not that this is any better, but he does have a point 'bout the bugs. I suppose we shoulda taken more precautions about when we sent Mirage out and who might notice.:: Jazz barely kept the static sigh in and folded his arms under the swell of his chestplates.
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Date: 2013-11-18 10:59 pm (UTC)At least it wasn't an out-and-out emergency.
Cliffjumper had looked up when Optimus said his name, his expression mulish - and then he winced and dropped his gaze, shoulders inching upwards.
There was still a definitive stubborn set to his posture, however.
"Usin' some sort of tool on the moutain our ship is buried in, and it sure wasn't carvin' a statue!" He didn't really feel like going over to the messed-up squiggle that glinted in the afternoon sunlight, but slowly, reluctantly, he walked over.
"We've got the Insecticons on Earth, all right? He could've had somethin' happen with them, and this thing?" Whirling around, Cliffjumper waved at the glyph. "Could be anything! Even if it is an ancient cybertronian glyph, it could still be used as code, and if it's not, it could be, and how am I supposed to know? I ain't ever seen it to know, Prime! I was just worried!" he cut off his yell to stare at the ground again, arms and fists stiff by his sides.
Sure, he'd almost accused Mirage of being a spy or traitor, but his first thought had been that it was unwilling.
::Not that this is any better, but he does have a point 'bout the bugs. I suppose we shoulda taken more precautions about when we sent Mirage out and who might notice.:: Jazz barely kept the static sigh in and folded his arms under the swell of his chestplates.