The plague spreads...
*somewhere out in the endless desert of broken cities that is the surface of Charr, the sky glows briefly as something descends from it*
*Galvatron lands light on his feet, as always almost supernaturally graceful for such a huge mechanism, and shakes his head a little as he glances about himself. He's smiling, and the look in his optics is bright and playful but a little distracted, as though his thoughts are elsewhere*
*he takes a step, then stops short, attention caught by something at his feet. Kneeling, he reaches down to pick up something that sparkles dazzling blue in Charr's misty starlit night, a tiny flare of light balanced on his fingertip that he contemplates with a quizzical headtilt-and-smile. Then, with a laugh, he flips the little thing high into the air; the gesture somehow suggests not so much throwing it away, as turning it loose*
*it goes high, flashing and sparking as it ascends; then, in deference to Newton, its climb slows to a split-second glittering stop and is as quickly reversed. The shining thing falls, Galvatron stands, and the two events collide with a tiny but piercing chiming sound as it bounces off the central spike of his crest*
*there is an actinic, blinding flash of light of the unclassifiable blue-white-violet colour usually associated with major storm strikes, and reality adjusts itself with a wrench powerful enough to make any observers feel physically ill. Galvatron is silhouetted for a moment, chiaroscuro against the blazing sky, and then the light seems to somehow suck itself in and implode with his figure as the central point of the reverse blast*
"AAAaaaaaaahhh-!!!!!"
*...*
"...ghnk?"
*there is a huge crater in the ground, its edges fused, glassy and smoking, the ancient paving slabs around it cracked and upheaved. In the middle of the crater is a heap of broken and slagged rubble that is ominously still for a moment, then shifts, rattles and falls away to reveal...*
*...something small, gleaming, purple, and decidedly unimpressed. Galvatron - for it is he, alterations notwithstanding - straightens up and shakes himself, optics flickering in a bewildered blink*
*Compared to some, it could be argued he's gotten off lightly. He looks about the same as before, except that the massive, thickset build of his body has been trimmed, sleeked down and sharpened at the corners, giving the general impression that he's just been redrawn by a really GOOD Japanese manga artist. His actual size is another matter; if he tops six feet six now, he's lucky. His cannon is intact, gleaming menacingly on his arm, and something has been added to his paintjob - there's a mark on his right hip that on closer investigation would be revealed as a rose-and-dagger stamp similar to a tattoo design. Why, is anyone's guess.*
*headshake* *incoherent noise of the sort made by a creature terminally confused and trying to reorient itself* ...'kay.
*looks down at self* *slow, razor-sharp grin* *looks at the floor, picks up something sparkling, and pockets it somewhere*
Awww, wicked! *leaps into the air with a roar of thrusters - compared to his usual engine note it sounds like a hairdryer next to a Harley Davidson, but the idea remains intact - and rockets away in the direction of Decepticon headquarters, trailing the echoes of a gleeful yell*
[Editor's note: I figured turning him chibi would be too boring, since it'd negate too much of his personality. So have the bishonen-brat-punk version instead... ^_^]
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*Galvatron lands light on his feet, as always almost supernaturally graceful for such a huge mechanism, and shakes his head a little as he glances about himself. He's smiling, and the look in his optics is bright and playful but a little distracted, as though his thoughts are elsewhere*
*he takes a step, then stops short, attention caught by something at his feet. Kneeling, he reaches down to pick up something that sparkles dazzling blue in Charr's misty starlit night, a tiny flare of light balanced on his fingertip that he contemplates with a quizzical headtilt-and-smile. Then, with a laugh, he flips the little thing high into the air; the gesture somehow suggests not so much throwing it away, as turning it loose*
*it goes high, flashing and sparking as it ascends; then, in deference to Newton, its climb slows to a split-second glittering stop and is as quickly reversed. The shining thing falls, Galvatron stands, and the two events collide with a tiny but piercing chiming sound as it bounces off the central spike of his crest*
*there is an actinic, blinding flash of light of the unclassifiable blue-white-violet colour usually associated with major storm strikes, and reality adjusts itself with a wrench powerful enough to make any observers feel physically ill. Galvatron is silhouetted for a moment, chiaroscuro against the blazing sky, and then the light seems to somehow suck itself in and implode with his figure as the central point of the reverse blast*
"AAAaaaaaaahhh-!!!!!"
*...*
"...ghnk?"
*there is a huge crater in the ground, its edges fused, glassy and smoking, the ancient paving slabs around it cracked and upheaved. In the middle of the crater is a heap of broken and slagged rubble that is ominously still for a moment, then shifts, rattles and falls away to reveal...*
*...something small, gleaming, purple, and decidedly unimpressed. Galvatron - for it is he, alterations notwithstanding - straightens up and shakes himself, optics flickering in a bewildered blink*
*Compared to some, it could be argued he's gotten off lightly. He looks about the same as before, except that the massive, thickset build of his body has been trimmed, sleeked down and sharpened at the corners, giving the general impression that he's just been redrawn by a really GOOD Japanese manga artist. His actual size is another matter; if he tops six feet six now, he's lucky. His cannon is intact, gleaming menacingly on his arm, and something has been added to his paintjob - there's a mark on his right hip that on closer investigation would be revealed as a rose-and-dagger stamp similar to a tattoo design. Why, is anyone's guess.*
*headshake* *incoherent noise of the sort made by a creature terminally confused and trying to reorient itself* ...'kay.
*looks down at self* *slow, razor-sharp grin* *looks at the floor, picks up something sparkling, and pockets it somewhere*
Awww, wicked! *leaps into the air with a roar of thrusters - compared to his usual engine note it sounds like a hairdryer next to a Harley Davidson, but the idea remains intact - and rockets away in the direction of Decepticon headquarters, trailing the echoes of a gleeful yell*
[Editor's note: I figured turning him chibi would be too boring, since it'd negate too much of his personality. So have the bishonen-brat-punk version instead... ^_^]
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