In the time between their last 'meeting', Mirage has been very busy. More busy than he would have liked, given the recent return of Decepticon activity. His irritation over the interruptions never really faded, only taking a different form over time.
A brief mission and a usually vicious bought of sabotage, however, ensured the former noble a block of time without emergency interruptions.
The news getting out was probably Track's doing, which Mirage couldn't really begrudge. He didn't care one way or another if people knew Cliffjumper made an aft of himself - social punishment was one the temple's preferred methods of punishment, after all. And he was going to be making his amends.
If the other mechs didn't know just what, specifically, had been interrupted...well.
It wasn't time for that quite yet.
With Tracks (who wanted as little contact with the minibot as possible) waiting in the ritual room, Mirage waited in the officer's bath nearby. He'd specially booked it or the evening, and it was the destination of the instructions relayed to Cliffjumper via comm-ping. He sat on the side of the chemical wash, waiting in the steam for Cliffjumper to arrive.
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Date: 2013-12-05 07:05 am (UTC)A brief mission and a usually vicious bought of sabotage, however, ensured the former noble a block of time without emergency interruptions.
The news getting out was probably Track's doing, which Mirage couldn't really begrudge. He didn't care one way or another if people knew Cliffjumper made an aft of himself - social punishment was one the temple's preferred methods of punishment, after all. And he was going to be making his amends.
If the other mechs didn't know just what, specifically, had been interrupted...well.
It wasn't time for that quite yet.
With Tracks (who wanted as little contact with the minibot as possible) waiting in the ritual room, Mirage waited in the officer's bath nearby. He'd specially booked it or the evening, and it was the destination of the instructions relayed to Cliffjumper via comm-ping. He sat on the side of the chemical wash, waiting in the steam for Cliffjumper to arrive.