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red_diode_district2013-11-10 05:39 pm
lastonepercent) wrote in red_diode_district2013-11-10 05:39 pm
The Start of Something Interesting...
The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time. The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on. The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.
Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.
Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased. He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity. It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors. Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.
Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased. He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity. It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors. Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
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Again.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" scowling, Cliffjumper didn't even think about the fact that he rubbed his helm around one of his horns when Mirage mentioned he'd 'sensed' something in turn.
Mirage was absolutely slagging impossible when it came to this stupid stuff that even vaguely probably had something to do with him being a priest. It was utterly infuriating.
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"My field shifted. In a way you should not have been able to sense."
He paused, dim optic rising up to the nubby little horns Cliffjumper was inadvertently drawing his attention toward.
"Even with such a...obvious sensor-suite."
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"Knew I should've upped the sensitivity on the horns," Cliffjumper muttered and gave a little glare at Mirage, before he just frowned again, "what did you do the... thing, before too?"
Gesturing with a hand in the air, Cliffjumper shifted in his seat.
"The thing that almost made all the light from ours sparks visible again?"
Even if that had a proper term, Cliffjumper would, probably, not have used it. Far too annoyed and confused to concern himself with proper phrasings at the moment.
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Mirage met the short glare with a unyielding stare of his own, unperturbed. He wasn't going to apologize. He was, however, frowning at the realization that Cliffjumper's hidden talents went far more deep than he had originally supposed.
"...Yes. Also something most are not able to sense without training."
He sighed, repose finally cracking enough for him to raise a hand to his brow. What a mess. Cybertron almost completely without priests or those with talent - and the most gifted one he finds wants nothing to do with it.
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Mostly because it wasn't like he wanted it - but he was also annoyed Mirage wasn't going to teach him anything simply because he didn't want to become a priest.
It wasn't as if the rules mattered anymore, now was it?!
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"This just adds to the list."
And what a list. Cliffjumper would have made an excellent priest - and would have been enjoyable to teach, if he were not so dead-set against using the talents for what they were intended.
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"It's a stupid list," Cliffjumper muttered, optics narrow and dim and his tone sullen as he crossed his arms over his chestplates and looked away. He just didn't understand why the slagging pit Mirage had to insist on keeping to the rules!
... But then, Mirage had always sort of been like that. Not really the rules in general, but wishing he had his life back, blah blah blah, like none of the rest of them didn't!
Cliffjumper's infatuation often warred with his annoyance regarding Mirage, but his negative opinions of the mech never managed to stomp out the crush. In fact, that crush had managed to bloom despite what he otherwise thought.
"But... uh," glancing back at Mirage and then away again, Cliffjumper squirmed in his seat, scowling, "ya know, er. Thank you..." he almost blushed then and huffed, scowl briefly deepening, "for showin' me this."
Even if he'd probably not use it - he wasn't sure when he'd have use of it at all, but hey. Mirage had taken the time to tell him and try to teach him instead of just shooing him out after his stuttered apology, and Cliffjumper thought he should at least try to thank him.
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"It's a list that would have made you an excellent trainee on Cybertron," he admitted, helm tilting at the minibot's blush. He managed a small smile.
"You are quite welcome. I hope it helps. I would do more...but I did take my vows. I've already pushed the boundaries of them as it is."
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With a huff, Cliffjumper stood up, stretching to settle cables back where they should be and realign joints. He might have stayed to try to meditate for longer if that thing and then their little argument-discussion hadn't happened, but now he just felt annoyed (not scared, no) and restless.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't see why it slaggin' matters since there ain't any more religious orders, but fine, whatever. I guess it did help a little... kinda?"
The uncertainty at the end was more from Cliffjumper feeling uncertain what he thought of the result thanks to almost getting caught seeing the lights again, not from Mirage's effort.
"I'll let ya do whatever you were gonna do. Don't think I can sit still right now," Cliffjumper said with a huff and a quick glance away, suddenly embarrassed about it.
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"And it matters because vows are vows, and I took them. The only person of a high enough authority to grant me leave from them would be Prime himself."
He flicked a hand, motioning Cliffjumper toward the door.
"I am glad it helped. But yes, if you are firmly unsettled, it may be best that you go."
Before they started grating on each other any further.
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Well. Maybe he couldn't begrudge Mirage that. Or at least not much. He was still annoyed.
"And he ain't gonna do it," Cliffjumper muttered with a shake of his helm, though it was just a comment without any anger in it. Prime wouldn't do something like that unless lives were on the line, and if this had really been about Cliffjumper's safety, Cliffjumper vaguely hoped (thought) Mirage would have done it in some way.
He was even... sort of... helping right now, after all, even if Cliffjumper probably wasn't that good at picking up what Mirage was trying to teach in this way.
"Uh, yeah... Good luck..?" trailing off and feeling embarrassed again because he just wasn't sure that's what he was supposed to say, Cliffjumper turned around and walked out.
Despite everything, maybe that hadn't been... so bad.
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"Thank you. ...Practice if you can, hmm?"
Lips twitching at the corners, Mirage let his optics fall back offline and retook his own stance, for all appearances falling back into meditation after only a few moments.