((Following awhile after this happened.))

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*Auspex is again kneeling before the central mosaic, palms flat to the ground, in commune with Primus*

*All the strange things that have come... sparks created from incomplete slivers, more free-sparks, injured sparks that refuse to be comforted... friends that try her patience, assumptions that have been made... Why now, why all at once, like ( Read more... )

Amongst the jagged outcroppings of metal, there is a small, shimmering flicker, almost unnoticeable, unless you were looking for it. There are no optics to be enlightened here, however, as Auspex is suddenly stepping out of it, where nothing was before ( Read more... )

*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 ( Read more... )

((Pre-requisites: Some references to this thread, when Blackout fought with Oriana Pax, ended up with the RiD Decepticon Commandos, almost died, and had something resembling an out-of-body experience, to summarize very loosely. Also, here is where it was first discovered that Hormah can boost other mechs' power.))
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((Follow up to the RP that began here, as a facsimile of the Autobot Hot Rod appeared in the Nexus, asking about an Optimus Prima, whom Auspex had met earlier. This is why AIs are generally not given sparks. Ow.
Note: Spike is a mech; this is not Spike Witwicky, heh. This Ratchet bringing the news first appeared here. ))
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Er... well. I was introduced to a human holiday tradition in a rather... unexpected manner. I'm... rather out of sorts. Jetstorm is quite a puzzle.

He has voiced some sort of interest, in the past, but he was half-mad in a chaotic relapse, and I thought that would be the last of it. But now... I'm unsure; I really have no idea how to react ( Read more... )

(( A follow-up to the restoration of Blackstar, a while later. Forgot to link to this earlier, oops))

This... has been an utter disaster.

I came home to the lingering traces of Chaos, and much fear and anger. Blackstar had come, to leave me reassurance that at least one of Snowcat and Demolishor's sparklets do indeed understand what he did for them. Apparently, a servant of Unicron had come, to cause mischief in this sanctuary, and Blackstar was ( Read more... )

Auspex is, as usual, contemplating Primus: specifically, researching an older religious text. She pokes absently at the datapad, somewhat distracted at the moment. She offers a quick prayer, a bit of a mental shrug and apology for not having her mind on her work. The answering whisper from Primus is conciliatory, as she stands and stretches ( Read more... )