Like this, it was clear the pain from the etching was both merely accidental side-effect of inscribing the semi-permanent glyphs that would focus and lead the power, make it easier to draw it up to the surface when it needed to be used, and very much part of it.
With the help of the chant, each bite of the etching tool - even if Cliffjumper wasn't aware of that and couldn't see it, with his back turned - dove not just into Mirage's plating, but deeper, like a metaphysical hook into the spark energy underneath the surface of the outer armour.
As Tracks' work went on and the ritual progressed, the vague warmth that was Mirage's spark developed into a starfield of its own - through the glyphs, threaded with actual spark energy from within.
Cliffjumper felt, vaguely, distantly and not at all acutely enough to crack through the thrumming that was the song and which kept him right where he was, unconsciously leaning into Mirage's petting, unsettled and confused over what he was seeing.
Perhaps thankfully though, the deepening meditative state kept the minibot from breaking it by grasping onto the confused anger he couldn't quite reach. There were too many other things in the way.
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Date: 2014-03-13 12:08 pm (UTC)With the help of the chant, each bite of the etching tool - even if Cliffjumper wasn't aware of that and couldn't see it, with his back turned - dove not just into Mirage's plating, but deeper, like a metaphysical hook into the spark energy underneath the surface of the outer armour.
As Tracks' work went on and the ritual progressed, the vague warmth that was Mirage's spark developed into a starfield of its own - through the glyphs, threaded with actual spark energy from within.
Cliffjumper felt, vaguely, distantly and not at all acutely enough to crack through the thrumming that was the song and which kept him right where he was, unconsciously leaning into Mirage's petting, unsettled and confused over what he was seeing.
Perhaps thankfully though, the deepening meditative state kept the minibot from breaking it by grasping onto the confused anger he couldn't quite reach. There were too many other things in the way.