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[primus_seeress]

*Auspex is attempting to study an obscure text. She is somewhat distracted, still reeling a bit about the recent events, the new friend she lost so soon, and what an enigma he was... as well as the experience of having her innate abilities boosted by a Cybertronian with Mini-Con power-augmenting energy, without the need of the specific port that

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[startactician]

Thrust makes a noise of disgust. "They're simpletons even for Autobots. One wonders how they even function."

His irritated demeanor dissipates and he bows low to Auspex. "I'm sorry, I haven't greeted you properly yet."

[startactician]

Thrust holds out the box, attempting to change the subject. "Treat. Authentic Omnicon-made energon chips, quite high quality. Would you like one?

[primus_seeress]

*Well... he appears to have understood, at least for the moment. She allows herself the distraction, curious in spite of herself* 'Omnicons'? I've not heard of them, before...

[startactician]

"They're a subrace of expert energon workers. They've even managed to craft working, stable weaponry out of it."

[primus_seeress]

*her optics flicker slightly* Weapons? But... how? And why? That... is very strange to me. *she shakes her head slightly at herself, with a little smile* I suppose it shouldn't suprise me anymore. There are so many new things in the multiverse.

[startactician]

"I don't understand the procedure myself, but they are adept. Their allegiance is Autobot but they themselves care little for war."

Again he offers her the box.

[primus_seeress]

Autobots... called Omnicons? Unconventional... *she blinks at him a moment, before gingerly taking the offered box, and peering into it with curiosity. Brow furrowed at what she sees, she pulls out the contents to better examine it, finding herself holding a very large slab of crystal..?*

Ah... I'd forgotten that your native people mine energon. *She tilts her head as she turns it over in her hands, with an air of childlike discovery* And you eat this? *she taps at it carefully with a forefinger*

[startactician]

Thrust nodes encouragingly. "It's quite delicious, and it should suit your fuel tanks as well as mine. Go on, have a taste."

[primus_seeress]

*She gives him a somewhat skeptical glance, but humors him, nibbling delicately at a corner. She looks at the crystal contemplatively, as her gustatory systems process the content. She 'hmm's appreciatively* It is... quite unlike my native energon - more complex, I think. I confess that I don't often pay attention to flavors... but this is very pleasant! It is a welcome curiosity.

*she smiles graciously, taking another small piece, before returning it to its box. One gets the impression it will last her half a vorn, at this rate, reluctant as she is to indulge herself* Thank you, Thrust, for your generosity.

[startactician]

"Most people don't, which is why such a thing is in such high demand. It is more subtle than your average high grade, easier on the palate."

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex nods thoughtfully, though she chuckles a bit* You sound like a merchant.

[startactician]

Windtunnel's creation, remember? If I'm sounding like a merchant it's probably a good thing." And Thrust winks ever so slightly, folding his arms again.

"Besides letting yourself be influenced by Autobots, what have you been up to?"

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex simply shakes her head - mostly in amusement, though it is accompanied by a slight wince - at the mention of Windtunnel* I suppose he would be pleased, then. *Her tone is rather ambiguous*

*The wince grows more pronounced, rather on the pained side* Please, you speak rashly; you really have no idea why they were here. Faction has little to do with it.

[startactician]

"I meant it as a classifying term, not as a derogatory one. I know many pleasant and intelligent Autobots." Thrust snaps his mask off, displaying his thin, small mouth turned up in a grin. See, he shows his real face, he has nothing to hide.

[primus_seeress]

*She nods once as he clarifies* Very well, though I find the distinction unecessary; I find it more of note that they are dead.

*she blinks at him in startlement and more than a little confusion as he removes the mask; she vaguely senses the point he's trying to make, but really, it has the opposite effect; sincerity is gone, he is attempting to ingratiate himself to her and her god, he is trying too hard to regain what he hasn't even lost. She shakes her head again, sadly*

Did I not say, that I trust you, in spite of the fact that you are not trustworthy? I trust you less, when you attempt to make yourself into more than what you are. I have no doubt you've used that gesture before to win trust, whether or not it was deserved. That means nothing to Primus; there is nothing you can hide from him. I might find the show of faith more reassuring, if not for the reasoning I see behind the action.

[startactician]

*Thrust seems startled for a moment, his confusion all the more obvious for how open he's left himself. He hadn't expected this level of...well, insight from someone unused to intrigue*

You have...a great point there, yes. *tone goes into grovelling mode* But you know I would never wish harm upon you. If I do this, I do it to make you more comfortable. I thought you wanted me to be open.