"Ecstatic." Mirage drawled, turning back only briefly to glimpse Cliffjumper seated on the pouf. Satisfied, he was finally able to focus on his actual purpose there. Nodding at Tracks, Mirage was happy to begin.
Tracks began a low, wordless hum as he took up his place beside the altar, hands on the either side of a glowing square bowl of energon. Mirage knelt down on his knees along the other side, voice slowly rising up to meet Track's throbbing call.
Toneless humming slowly shifted into a chant, as Mirage began to sing in Ancient Cybertronian.
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Date: 2014-01-08 12:36 am (UTC)Tracks began a low, wordless hum as he took up his place beside the altar, hands on the either side of a glowing square bowl of energon. Mirage knelt down on his knees along the other side, voice slowly rising up to meet Track's throbbing call.
Toneless humming slowly shifted into a chant, as Mirage began to sing in Ancient Cybertronian.