Like this, Cliffjumper (perhaps luckily) completely missed the passage of time, but he'd probably be very unhappy at how his joints had locked up by the end when he finally noticed.
Cliffjumper, in turn, wasn't seeing the circuit pattern of course - all he was aware of was the pattern of both the power and the spark energy, and he wasn't trained enough, or, really, observant enough to catch that the pattern was circuitry.
As such, he didn't have much of a warning when Tracks finally finished the etchings and the glittering web of power raised through the glyphs and Mirage's chant suddenly snapped in and back, leaving a sharp vaccum.
It jangled sharply against Cliffjumper's awareness and since he had no training to get out of the trance in a more smooth and gentle way, the sudden change was enough to snap him out of it, the cycle of his vents stuttering at the disruption and Cliffjumper tried to move, flailing.
And since his joints were locked up and both stiff and not reciveing the messages to move in a synchronised fashion, the poor minibot ended up jerking sharply, half getting to his feet and then crashing to the floor, all without fully realising what he was doing.
"Wh---Wha--" Optics flickering, Cliffjumper angrily reset his vocaliser and vent cycle, putting them in neutral for a moment before turning them back on. "What the frag was that!?"
Turning around, Cliffjumper's optics were wide and bright and he felt both exhausted and strangely revitalised.
He was also very aware of his humming sensory field, replete with a warm heaviness from a long period of tactical stimulation. It was a pleasant sort of numbness that usually happened when he and Bumblebee (and sometimes Beachcomber or Cosmos) spent a joor or so in a pile.
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Date: 2014-03-23 04:54 pm (UTC)Cliffjumper, in turn, wasn't seeing the circuit pattern of course - all he was aware of was the pattern of both the power and the spark energy, and he wasn't trained enough, or, really, observant enough to catch that the pattern was circuitry.
As such, he didn't have much of a warning when Tracks finally finished the etchings and the glittering web of power raised through the glyphs and Mirage's chant suddenly snapped in and back, leaving a sharp vaccum.
It jangled sharply against Cliffjumper's awareness and since he had no training to get out of the trance in a more smooth and gentle way, the sudden change was enough to snap him out of it, the cycle of his vents stuttering at the disruption and Cliffjumper tried to move, flailing.
And since his joints were locked up and both stiff and not reciveing the messages to move in a synchronised fashion, the poor minibot ended up jerking sharply, half getting to his feet and then crashing to the floor, all without fully realising what he was doing.
"Wh---Wha--" Optics flickering, Cliffjumper angrily reset his vocaliser and vent cycle, putting them in neutral for a moment before turning them back on. "What the frag was that!?"
Turning around, Cliffjumper's optics were wide and bright and he felt both exhausted and strangely revitalised.
He was also very aware of his humming sensory field, replete with a warm heaviness from a long period of tactical stimulation. It was a pleasant sort of numbness that usually happened when he and Bumblebee (and sometimes Beachcomber or Cosmos) spent a joor or so in a pile.