He wouldn't whine. He would not. Not in front of either of them, and he wouldn't yell at Mirage and tell him it was stupid and storm out. he wasn't even sure who it'd be safe to complain to after this was over.
Bumblebee would listen, but while he wasn't much more of a believer than Cliffjumper in general, he found more... stability and meaning in both the Covenant and the holiday rites and whatnot than Cliffjumper ever had, so he might probably not understand. He was not going to go to Gears or Huffer.
Beachcomber was a maybe--- Cliffjumper stiffened at the hand on his helm, but didn't shake it off again, just growled. And then Mirage's voice dropped, the song changed and beyond the suddenly pleasant thrumming along struts and down into his protoform, the building... potential? Something followed along the reverberating chant and Cliffjumper felt brief, startled alarm at the way it went in and calmed.
Brief, because the new strength of Mirage's ritual chant and the directed power in it managed to pull the minibot into a meditative state. Not quite trance, but focused enough he was aware enough of the building power in the room and the faint traces of light and power it was pulling from all three of them, focusing on Mirage.
If he knew enough to break it, he'd probably have stormed out, even more angry and unsettled.
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Date: 2014-03-12 11:34 am (UTC)Bumblebee would listen, but while he wasn't much more of a believer than Cliffjumper in general, he found more... stability and meaning in both the Covenant and the holiday rites and whatnot than Cliffjumper ever had, so he might probably not understand. He was not going to go to Gears or Huffer.
Beachcomber was a maybe--- Cliffjumper stiffened at the hand on his helm, but didn't shake it off again, just growled. And then Mirage's voice dropped, the song changed and beyond the suddenly pleasant thrumming along struts and down into his protoform, the building... potential? Something followed along the reverberating chant and Cliffjumper felt brief, startled alarm at the way it went in and calmed.
Brief, because the new strength of Mirage's ritual chant and the directed power in it managed to pull the minibot into a meditative state. Not quite trance, but focused enough he was aware enough of the building power in the room and the faint traces of light and power it was pulling from all three of them, focusing on Mirage.
If he knew enough to break it, he'd probably have stormed out, even more angry and unsettled.