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WHO: protectorprime , theprimerprime , OPEN to anybody else in Autobase.
WHERE: Autobase.
WHEN: Saturday, July 17th, in the morning.
WARNINGS: As Sentinel is involved, a chin advisory is an effect.
SUMMARY: Optimus Prime, decidedly not the same Optimus that was in the city before, has come to the Autobase to meet his fellow Autobots.
FORMAT: What do I look like, Mister Format Decider Guy?
If there was one thing Optimus was partially glad for in this whole strange situation he'd been launched into with no warning, it was that, not being able to become a vehicle anymore, he had to walk to get to the Autobase, which gave him a bit more time to process all of this. The existence of this world he had been pulled into, the existence of other worlds where the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons still took place...the existence of other versions of him. It was all rather hard to take in, but the Autobot leader found he had little choice but to accept it, as there wasn't much disputing the reception he'd gotten. Strange as it was, his new body and the revelations of other worlds with other Optimus Prime's wasn't what weighed heaviest in his thoughts - no, what his mind kept returning to was his conversation with Vector Prime.
"The Fallen...still alive, here." Optimus slowly clenched a fist. He remembered (as if he could ever forget) the feeling of The Fallen's Spark shattering in his hand. He had done it to make sure The Fallen's evil would never have the oppourtunity to harm another again...and apparently, it had done little in the long run. Perhaps more shocking than that was that he'd met two other Primes immediately upon his arrival...he wasn't sure if they were both of the Dynasty of Primes, but...it was something, nonetheless.
Optimus was snapped out of his thoughts when he checked the directions Sentinel had given him, then looked up - at the Autobase. He was here. "Well...here goes nothing." He muttered, stepping up to the front door and knocking loudly three times.
He pulled his hand back and noted the size of the building relative to his own. A building he wouldn't crush just by trying to fit in - all of a sudden, it was like he was back on Cybertron. The surreality of that had yet to fully sink in for him.
WHERE: Autobase.
WHEN: Saturday, July 17th, in the morning.
WARNINGS: As Sentinel is involved, a chin advisory is an effect.
SUMMARY: Optimus Prime, decidedly not the same Optimus that was in the city before, has come to the Autobase to meet his fellow Autobots.
FORMAT: What do I look like, Mister Format Decider Guy?
If there was one thing Optimus was partially glad for in this whole strange situation he'd been launched into with no warning, it was that, not being able to become a vehicle anymore, he had to walk to get to the Autobase, which gave him a bit more time to process all of this. The existence of this world he had been pulled into, the existence of other worlds where the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons still took place...the existence of other versions of him. It was all rather hard to take in, but the Autobot leader found he had little choice but to accept it, as there wasn't much disputing the reception he'd gotten. Strange as it was, his new body and the revelations of other worlds with other Optimus Prime's wasn't what weighed heaviest in his thoughts - no, what his mind kept returning to was his conversation with Vector Prime.
"The Fallen...still alive, here." Optimus slowly clenched a fist. He remembered (as if he could ever forget) the feeling of The Fallen's Spark shattering in his hand. He had done it to make sure The Fallen's evil would never have the oppourtunity to harm another again...and apparently, it had done little in the long run. Perhaps more shocking than that was that he'd met two other Primes immediately upon his arrival...he wasn't sure if they were both of the Dynasty of Primes, but...it was something, nonetheless.
Optimus was snapped out of his thoughts when he checked the directions Sentinel had given him, then looked up - at the Autobase. He was here. "Well...here goes nothing." He muttered, stepping up to the front door and knocking loudly three times.
He pulled his hand back and noted the size of the building relative to his own. A building he wouldn't crush just by trying to fit in - all of a sudden, it was like he was back on Cybertron. The surreality of that had yet to fully sink in for him.