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[startactician]

*Thrust is sitting at a small desk, reading a datapad containing information on Cybertronian history that he has borrowed from Jetfire. Every once in a while, he taps his hand or foot against the desk, as if to keep reassuring himself that he is indeed solid again

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[apprentice_lurk]

*tips her head and her own drink in a toast* Congratulations, mate. *grins*

[startactician]

Thank you. It's good to be back.

[apprentice_lurk]

I bet. I'm not too keep on the idea of death personally, and I don't think I've got the gene or whatever-it-is to survive it. *sips*

[startactician]

I'm still not sure exactly what happened. But I suppose I should just be greatful it did, eh?

*pours more into his flask out of a larger container on his desk, then offers a refill to Boots*