Cliffjumper, trying to concentrate and maybe, vaguely get to some sort of attempt at meditation again had basically managed to get to the point where he could sit still and start to focus on his frame and what it was doing again when the little pulse came.
It didn't startle him.
What it did do, was to seemingly make the sound of his spark flowing through his frame very loud, and accentuate the glowing bands of charge of his spark throughout his chassis, and also something bright to the left (Mirage, he realised) it'd be so easy to just---
Shaking his helm sharply, nearly swaying back in his hurry to not get caught in that creepy state he'd ended up in during the ritual, Cliffjumper grimaced and opened his mouth...
But then he closed it again, glancing over at Mirage.
Had he done that, or had that little swell come from elsewhere? Scowling at the altar in front of him, Cliffjumper wondered grumpily if it was just the room.
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Date: 2014-11-09 01:24 am (UTC)It didn't startle him.
What it did do, was to seemingly make the sound of his spark flowing through his frame very loud, and accentuate the glowing bands of charge of his spark throughout his chassis, and also something bright to the left (Mirage, he realised) it'd be so easy to just---
Shaking his helm sharply, nearly swaying back in his hurry to not get caught in that creepy state he'd ended up in during the ritual, Cliffjumper grimaced and opened his mouth...
But then he closed it again, glancing over at Mirage.
Had he done that, or had that little swell come from elsewhere? Scowling at the altar in front of him, Cliffjumper wondered grumpily if it was just the room.