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"---need an opportunity..." The speaker was interrupted as the door was opened, the intruder looking pleased.

"We just got it." Tall and lanky, the speaker didn't seem to have an actual altmode, but this didn't stand out among the group in the room. Only a handful possessed them, and they were all boat alts. "They asked for someone specifically like you." Everybody in the room looked at each other, and then to the one the newcomer had addressed, and a low, excited murmur started up.

Coming around the table to the door, the newcomer laid a mint-green hand against a pink, rounded shoulder.

"Will you be okay?" The question was sincere, but considering the opportunity they had just been given - and the details had already been transmitted - it was, ultimately, more a show of support than a chance for the subject of everyone's excited chatter to back out.

Not that that would happen.

Not now, not with this.

They needed this opportunity.

Date: 2012-01-16 05:15 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Optimus' face lit up at the smile, even if most of the expression was hidden under his mask; and if the quick glance was any indication, then Elita's shift for attention received the desired result. Then, reluctantly, he focused on business, leading them out onto the floor as the center of attention, Ironhide following just behind. He didn't show it, but given that Elita was attached to his arm, she could probably feel the growing tension in his frame as optics turned their way, not all of them awed or even benevolent. A number of them swarmed the Prime the moment it was polite to do so, and Optimus reluctantly braced himself.

Still, he managed the political minefield without floundering, going so far as to 'cheat', drawing on what peace and wisdom he could get from the Matrix itself. The humming briefly surged, before retreating just as quickly, leaving a marginally more relaxed Prime in it's wake.

"-No, I agree that the situation has a number of issues, and I'm sure we can reach an accord, once in a more official setting. Yes, thank you."

A polite nod, and the last of the initial swarm faded back into the crowd. Optimus vented a relieved sigh, cautiously glancing over at the femme he simply hadn't been able to talk with for the past cycle.

Date: 2012-01-17 05:02 am (UTC)
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"Oh! Thank you. Did you have something for yourself?"

He accepted the cube gratefully, mask splitting soon enough to expose the end of his smile before he took a drink. Huffing out a pleased sound through his vents at the taste, he gave Elita a look.

"I hope you're not terribly bored. This isn't exactly the most...er, enjoyable of events." His smile was a bit sickly. He had been in office for less then a stellar cycle and he already hated politics.

Date: 2012-01-18 06:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
The idea of reprimanding her never even crossed his mind. Instead, he laughed into his cube, which was a good distraction from her sudden closeness.

"No, fortunately for you, that's just my job."

His amusement couldn't completely distract from her touch, though, and the air coming from his vents went up a few degrees in pleased embarrassment.

"Nn. Speaking of, we could possibly make it over to the mineral table without being swarmed for a short while."

The buffet table was laden with the few, various dishes Cybertronians had, in addition to a number of smaller sampler cubes of rare vintages. It was a baffling expense and display of wealth, and it still managed to stagger the young Prime.

It was one of the few things he looked forward to at these events - at least until he'd suddenly been saddled with a lovely femme on his arm, of course. He tilted his helm in the direction of the table, giving her a hopeful smile.

Date: 2012-01-19 01:06 am (UTC)
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"They will likely leave us for be for a few breems at least. It wouldn't be polite otherwise." He shrugged, the entire concept of Elite-Class etiquette still new enough to him that he felt no shame in displaying his bemusement. Her approval seemed to please him either way, and he lead them to the table without issue.

"...Well. It is a great honor, of course. A massive opportunity. But I didn't exactly expect it to be so..."

Controlling. Repressed. A false title. Nearly degrading, how little power he had to actually change things. He sighed.

"...Complex, I suppose. Oil cake?" Optimus offered her the small plate with a wry smile. Even if she was absolutely stunning, he didn't know her yet, not enough to ramble about all of his concerns.

Date: 2012-01-19 08:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"Oh." He looks taken aback for a moment, be it because of the touch or the fact that she brought up the one thing hardly anyone else dared to - or more than likely, some combination of the two.

"It is... more a problem of laws and balances, really. Accessing it isn't...terribly difficult." Really, it was almost easy at times, the warmth calling him home, but it sounded far too much like bragging for his own tastes, which was bad enough. Gloating over having access to ancient, occasionally Divine wisdom? That was just acting like an aft.

"...It's just that their wisdom does little good when half the laws have changed since they lived. And no thank you. I'm rather partial to other things, myself." He reaches for another dish: energon goodies. They're coated with mercury sauce and lead sulfide crystals, but they are still regular old goodies underneath, and he bites into one thoughtfully, eager for the distraction.

Date: 2012-01-19 11:37 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Ironically enough, he doesn't make the connection at first. Still thinking about his duty as a Prime and staring down at his plate in thought, he takes a rather sullen bite out of his energon goodie.

"Doing something productive rather than listening to senators give the same excuses over...and over...? Ah?" His armor shivers belatedly at the contact, and he gives Elita a wide-optic'd stare.

"...Um."

Date: 2012-01-20 06:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Vents huffing in embarrassment, he quickly looked away, tires drawing together against his back as he examined the buffet table with extreme focus.

He was embarrassed and flustered, and that was only serving to irritate him when politics was added to the mix.

"...Nn. Examining the issues. Cutting through all the...backlogged protocol. I want to actually help people, not sit here and play political games."

His voice never rose above a murmur, still distantly aware of the crowd around them.

Date: 2012-01-21 07:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
The touch was unexpected, making his tires twitch before he allowed himself a hint of relaxation in his pose. He turned to give her a wry smile.


"It's not the thanks I want, it is the doing. Thanks mean nothing if I cannot do anything. I could be more forceful, I suppose, but I hardly want to present myself as anything like my more recent predecessors." He straightened up further, shaking his head as he regained control over the short lapse.

"But this is hardly the place to vent. I make for a terrible host; I apologize."

Date: 2012-01-22 12:54 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"I certainly hope they don't start thanking me before I can even get anything done. I get too much of that sort of thing as it is."

He vented a snort, amused, taking the offering and watching her eat the goodie without protest. Idly, he also noticed Ironhide hovering in the shadows nearby, politely out of audio range; which certainly wasn't far enough, given how he was able to send him a quick smirk when Elita touched his tire, as though it was something illicit. Optimus flicked his audials at him and pointedly looked away, to Ironhide's silent laughter.

"And you don't need to apologize. As far as I am concerned, you are a guest, and one a great deal more personable than many I could be with." Optimus flicked his optics toward the slowly-approaching senators pointedly. His smile, while still very mild and largely innocent, was the closest to 'flirtatious' he'd managed all night.

Date: 2012-01-23 12:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"I have no intentions of allowing these mechs to be the only voices I hear." He frowned, confused. Of course he wasn't about to allow the senators to be his only contacts, even if they had been doing their best to block him at every turn. He'd been one of the poor nobodies before all this. He knew how much other people suffered, and how big of an opportunity he suddenly had to help their entire society.

Not that his confusion stopped him from noticing other parts of the the consort besides her words. ...Again.

He had to blink to pull his gaze away from her subtle, skillful display, idly tossing the last bit of his goodie into his mouth to deal with the approaching senators. The level of smarm on the closest was nearly palpable - it was just barely polite to approach, as Optimus' plate was technically empty - and so he made no effort to smile at all, audials twitching back subtly. He was learning the game, and the simple motion stopped a few of the more proper approaching mechs in their tracks.

He wanted more than just a few goodies, dammit.

looking up TF food on the wiki is oddly fun! :D

Date: 2012-01-23 07:38 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Fortunately for Elita, he missed the look completely, busy eying senator's disapprovingly and going for another plate of treats to force them to delay further. Her words, however, made him sputter slightly into his chrome-alloy confection.

"I'm just...doing what I should, really. It's rather obvious you can't be a proper Prime if you don't pay attention to things outside of Iacon."

Embarrassed and flustered, he wordlessly offered her the first plate he could reach: tiny, multicolored cubes of jellied energon, sprinkled with lead sulfide crystals.

YESSS

Date: 2012-01-24 07:37 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (Derp?)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Clearly more research into this Prime's origins is required, if they didn't consider the option that he might be halfway decent.

"Ah. Well. I've...noticed that. I'm not exactly the type of mech they would have chosen to be here, if they could have."

Oblivious to Elita's deeper conflicts, Optimus managed an awkward shrug, trying desperately to keep a straight, neutral face when the femme popped the cube onto her tongue.

"...You're welcome. You can certainly try whatever you like."

...It was very, very difficult, to say the least.

:3

Date: 2012-01-24 09:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
::...Well I meant that they would not have picked me, given what I am. Or was, I suppose, but...:: he starts over a sudden, encrypted line, wise enough to keep the conversation private when he's motioning subtly toward the senators he's talking about.

Face clouding with thought, that background hum from the Matrix picks up briefly and Optimus' optics dim as he actually checks on that very idea. He hadn't considered that before, the previous Prime's memories were all there and some had been corrupt, but surely even a Prime could fall...?

Oh, they could. Nova and Sentinel both fell, and the depths are chilling. But Zeta's memories were only there as a warning, not as a Prime.

He'd be the council's choice, and someone like Orion Pax would never have had a chance if fate hadn't intervened.


There is a quiet creak of metal, and the little tray of cake in the current Prime's hand is suddenly sporting curled edges.

*been the council's choice

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