Starting the week with Art
Title: The Art of Deception. (13/??)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A bit of violence, minor implications of sex, drugs, self flagellation. Eventual slash.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Unnamed Mech.
Setting: G1 AU. Borrows shamelessly from IDW and DW elements as necessary.
Summary: He had been unwanted but he willed himself to survive and old tricks are hard to leave behind.
Notes: This is an AU bunny that I had been keeping under the bunny pile, I don't think it'll be nearly as long as Paint Streaks and Sparkless, but you know how these bunnies tend to be. Several concepts seen through the duration of this fic are inspired by or belong to snugsbunny and used with permission.
Many thanks to mmouse15 for kindly beta reading this for me I apologize for the lack of updates again, Power failures and real life stuff have been hell bend in making it a Mission Impossible to update again.
Navigating Iacon had become a simpler task since Jazz had so helpfully downloaded a copy of Iacon’s map into his pad. It wasn’t just any standard map either, Jazz was extremely detailed when he compiled the map’s landmarks, and Prowl had briefly wondered how or why Jazz knew where the exotic joints and night clubs were located with such detail. Of course Prowl knew it was normal for mechs to seek their fun wherever they could but Jazz didn’t seem the kind to go to the most sordid places Iacon had to offer. That was more Prowl’s kind of joint and hardly for personal pleasure. Some time he’d muster the bluntness to ask his friend about that, but that time was not now.
Prowl smiled to himself in amusement, it had become so natural for him to think about Jazz as a friend, as a true and perhaps his only friend, the only mech he was willing to allow to come close enough for Prowl to maybe eventually share a few secrets with. Prowl had admitted to Jazz he had a profound distaste for his Praxian heritage and that it derived from being left behind by his creators in Kaon, but he had not shared the kind of life he led there nor how he had to grow up, nor did he mention whether or not he had been raised by other relatives or adoptive parents. It was already quite a show of trust and value towards Jazz that Prowl did not outright lie to Jazz, he merely omitted to mention specific details, or explained some things ambiguously enough to be honest without telling Jazz of his darker deeds.
Some times he could tell Jazz sensed there was more to his stories and his past than what Prowl was sharing and that it was because Prowl did not want to share them, but he never pushed or tried to pry further. Jazz respected his choices and reasons and Prowl greatly appreciated that and found it one of Jazz’s more endearing traits, his original unexplainable fondness for the visored mech grew further thanks to that into a territory that was quickly becoming more than just fondness but that Prowl wasn’t quite sure how to demonstrate.
Hanging out with Jazz had become so important and cherished by him that the other mech became an important factor on his behavior within the Academy. He was well behaved and mingled in as much as he could, but while that was motivated in part for his desire to get through the academy without incidents and forge a new life for himself, be something else than what he had been in Kaon. But alongside with his personal goal, his good behavior obeyed much simpler motives; he wanted Jazz to be able to hang around with him and not be labeled or being troubled by others because he was friends with a trouble maker, with the young delinquent.
But old habits die hard and it was why he jumped on this opportunity when it was offered to him. He would be almost completely alone with the youngling he would be tutoring, only a couple of employees would remain for the sake of protecting the young master should the tutor try to take advantage of him. Prowl couldn’t help the smirk that spread over his lip components at the thought. He was going to take advantage of the mechlet he would be tutoring but not in the way the creators and staff were probably thinking. He had no intention of doing anything to the youngling other than ensure he’d be out of his way and would provide him with an alibi for whatever he ended up doing. He didn’t know what mischief he would conjure this time, but he was going to have as much fun as he could while doing it.
He reached the family’s state and took some time to map out the outer layout before he finally made his presence known to the staff. He was guided to a large room, something that he assumed was the family’s private library if the shelves full to the brim with pads containing book files were anything to go by. Prowl couldn’t help but feel already the urge to look through the quite impressive collection and perhaps help himself to a book file or two.
In the middle of the room were a row of seats, from cozy and expensive looking couches, to recliners where tone could read comfortably. Near the corners were some tables arranged like school working stations and it was in one of those he found a mechlet already waiting for him.
“If you need anything, just call us through this intercom here.” One of the aids told him and turned around, leaving the room without waiting for a reply. Prowl scowled a little, but he was used to this kind of attitude from servants and bodyguards -It wasn’t uncommon that they would be instructed to exit rooms as soon as they delivered what message or report they had to give unless the masters made particular gestures that indicated the servants were to stay until they were dismissed.
Prowl turned his attention back to the small mechlet that waited for him with a not-too excited expression clear on his red faceplates. “I really don’t want to do this, but I have no option in this.” The mechlet waved a hand in dismissal of his own wants. “But if you can do this fast, I can find a way to compensate you.” He said with a glint in his optics showing his delight at the possibility his tutoring could go through faster, if possible.
“I’m not being paid by the joor, rather, I’m being paid by session and we’ll take as long as we need to take.” Prowl made his way to the table, secretly relishing on the visible deflating of the smaller one’s enthusiasm.
“Oh.” The mechlet slumped and resigned himself to his fate.
“However,” Prowl smiled amiably, fluttering his wing panels a little. “I can make the first session quite light. I don’t particularly make a point of submitting anyone to grueling sessions, especially right away. It’s quite ineffective to do that, and only delays progress.”
The mechling seemed to brighten at the prospect of a lighter tutoring session and nodded, please. “I will definitely compensate you anyway.”
Prowl bowed his head politely. “Thank you.” Sitting down across the other mechlet, Prowl picked the pads containing the texts his ‘student’ was using for his current grade. “Quite advanced for your range, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, this private institute thinks that we should be way above the standard of the public institutions.”
Prowl raised an optic brow lightly. “A fact I believe you don’t agree with.”
“Not really.” The mechlet shrugged. “I think their selling point of telling our creators that they prepare us better is a sham.”
Prowl looked through the texts and nodded in agreement. “Going by this text alone, all they do is cram you with subjects, and in order to cover all of them, very little time is spent trying to actually teach them. You won’t understand most of what you are doing here. Instead, you’re only going to learn to repeat things you’ve memorized without truly understanding what you’re doing.”
Prowl’s student just looked at him completely silent for a few moments. “Uh...what?”
Prowl chuckled. “You’re going to learn a formulae to repeat over and over, you’re not going to be taught to solve problems as they come to you.”
“Creative thinking?”
“Yes and no.” Prowl began to scribble on his side of the screen, when he finished he touched the screen and the view flipped so the mechlet across could read it. “I can teach you how to solve this through a simple enough method. And you might learn how to solve similar mathematical problems, but because you do not understanding why you’re solving it the way I’m teaching it, or understanding why you’re doing this in the first place, you will have trouble solving every cycle problems that could benefit from this knowledge. Being able to know how to use this to your advantage on daily life situations will be helpful to both linear and creative thinking.”
“Oh! You mean I’ll learn to memorize, but I won’t actually learn to think how to apply them outside of having the problem written for me to solve?” The mechlet’s face brightened a little, he was already liking the attitude of this new tutor.
“Yes, more or less.” Prowl flipped through more of the mechlet’s texts. “That’s without mentioning that with so little time being devoted to teach you properly to understand what you’re doing, you’re very likely to purge it off your memory banks for lack of use as more processing power is devoted to the newest subjects.” Prowl looked back up. “I’ll see what your level is like and we’ll adapt the sessions to your particular needs and pace.”
“I like that!”
“I’m sure you do.” Prowl held back a little smirk. “I could use a little energon, wouldn’t you?”
“I’ll have the servants bring us some. I kind of want a shake.” The youngster left his seat and ran out of the room, leaving Prowl alone with some time to ‘admire’ the collection of data books and other trinkets and luxury items lying about. He was deciding if he wanted any of these expensive book files for himself, or if he help himself to any of the items laying about, he still needed to explore the home further, certain he’d found something in the place that would pick his fancy.
Prowl pulled a finely crafted pad out of a row, turning on the display and selected a random chapter in the digital index. He gave a quick look trough the pad, then put it back in its place, picking another to repeat the pattern a few times until he finally found something to his liking. He flickered his wing panels for a moment to detect any possible movement, and looked around to ensure no cameras were in the place. He suspected since this was a private library for the family, they didn’t keep cameras inside, only on the outside to keep record of who came in and who came out as well as when.
He casually strode back to the table and set the pad down amongst the educational texts. A few moments later, his student was back with a servant that pushed forth a cart containing several types of drinks and additives.
Prowl couldn’t help but flicker his optics at the display. “Is all that for just us?”
“I don’t like flat drinks.” The mechling plopped down on his seat again and waved at his servant who began to mix a few of the colorful drinks with some additives and cubes of sweet things. Prowl could only imagine what this youngster would be like after three or four of those. “What would you like?”
Prowl glanced at the mix of things suspiciously, finding an opportunity right there. “If you don’t mind, I would rather mix my own.”
“Suit yourself. I will leave this here.” The servant bowed and left the room again. After Prowl made himself just a sweetened drink, he picked the pad he took off the shelves and handed it to the mechling. “We’ll use this book for your studies during our first sessions.”
“Huh? What does this book have to do with the subjects?”
Prowl smiled amiably, resting his elbows on the table and chin on his interlaced fingers. “Read chapter four, page fifteen, second paragraph.”
“No offense, but this is a detective’s fiction story.” Nonetheless, the mechling read the indicated paragraph and quirked an optic brow. “This does seem a little familiar.”
“You can solve the proposed dilemma with the aid of a few formulas you have been studying.” Prowl took a sip from his drink and watched with avid interest as his student all but drained his own. Prowl retrieved the book file and set it aside for the time being, beginning to explain the first lessons they would catch up on. Every now and then, Prowl would serve some mixed drink to his student.
Eventually Prowl began to incorporate the book file into the practical exercises, while keeping a steady flow of sweetened drinks for the mechlet. It was all perfectly harmless to his systems, but the excessive amounts of such energy shots were bound to make him excited and more energetic only to deplete his systems once the initial rush wore off, forcing him to recharge. As expected, only a few more drinks into the session and Prowl’s ‘employer’ was fighting a losing battle against the impervious need to recharge. “So tired...”
“You’ve been quite diligent in your studies today, and haven’t had a break yet.” Prowl stood up and moved around the desk just in time for his student to drop the finely crafted pad into the floor along with another pair and rubbed his face, feeling so drowsy. “Let’s take you to your quarters before you recharge here, your creators wouldn’t be pleased if you used the facilities like that.”
Prowl knelt down to pick the fallen pads, skillfully managing the slip the book file into his subspace, the youngster was too drowsy to even notice which pads he dropped and which ones Prowl set back up. He had barely set the pads back in the table when the mechlet toppled to the side and Prowl found himself catching the now deeply in recharge mechlet. “Too much sweet things are bad for you, you know?” Prowl murmured with a gentle smile and turned around to accommodate his charge on his back between his wings and stood up, carrying the recharging mechlet on his back.
This, of course, also played to Prowl’s advantage, as it could give him an excuse to get access to his charge’s quarters. He secured his cargo with one arm and pressed the intercom’s pad to call the servants and only a few moments later another servant showed up and tried to relieve him from his cargo, only to find the youngster had made himself quite comfortable on his back and stirred sleepily when the servant tried to remove him off the Praxian-shaped nest with legs.
“I guess I’ll have to carry him to his room, then.” Prowl was actually amused by the clingy nature of the young master of the house.
The servant nodded with an apologetic expression. “That’s how he is when he’s recharging. Once he’s got comfortable in one spot he won’t let it go unless he’s brought to a much more comfortable place.”
“It’s quite alright. He’s not very heavy; I can probably carry him just fine to his room if you would be so kind to direct me to it.” With another nod from the servant Prowl was guided down the halls towards his charge’s room, casually keeping an optic on the path and filling it away in his memory for later use.
“This is it.” The servant stopped by the door and typed in the staff’s code to open it. “I’ll get him fresh covers, please set him down on his berth.”
“Of course.” Prowl watched the servant go into a separate room within his student’s quarters, what he assumed was some kind of closet containing some fine bedding for the pampered sparklet, and made his way into the part of the room that was definitely the sleeping area. He took a moment, in between fighting with the mechlet to actually let go of him so he could lay him down, to give a quick once over to his bedroom. Something glinting in a shelf above the mechlet’s berth caught his attention, finding an interesting collection of crystals kept floating by magnetic stands.
They seemed to be ‘seeds’ of crystals at varying stages of growth, a few just small enough to be visible to him, while others were just ripe to begin sprouting newer segments if given the proper nourishment. One of the crystals caught his attention the most, it was a clear pale blue that was just at the right stage to produce new growth. For some reason that crystal seemed to be calling to him.
He heard the sounds of the servant approaching and managed to transfer the youngster to his berth just in time for the servant to come over with new blankets for the young master. “Thank you. I will take care of cleaning the library, I’ll have you escorted to the door, your payment is here.” The servant held out a card for Prowl.
“Of course. Thank you.” Prowl accepted the card and followed the servant out, sparing a glance to the collection of crystals, knowing that one crystal would be in his possession sooner or later.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A bit of violence, minor implications of sex, drugs, self flagellation. Eventual slash.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Unnamed Mech.
Setting: G1 AU. Borrows shamelessly from IDW and DW elements as necessary.
Summary: He had been unwanted but he willed himself to survive and old tricks are hard to leave behind.
Notes: This is an AU bunny that I had been keeping under the bunny pile, I don't think it'll be nearly as long as Paint Streaks and Sparkless, but you know how these bunnies tend to be. Several concepts seen through the duration of this fic are inspired by or belong to snugsbunny and used with permission.
Many thanks to mmouse15 for kindly beta reading this for me I apologize for the lack of updates again, Power failures and real life stuff have been hell bend in making it a Mission Impossible to update again.
Navigating Iacon had become a simpler task since Jazz had so helpfully downloaded a copy of Iacon’s map into his pad. It wasn’t just any standard map either, Jazz was extremely detailed when he compiled the map’s landmarks, and Prowl had briefly wondered how or why Jazz knew where the exotic joints and night clubs were located with such detail. Of course Prowl knew it was normal for mechs to seek their fun wherever they could but Jazz didn’t seem the kind to go to the most sordid places Iacon had to offer. That was more Prowl’s kind of joint and hardly for personal pleasure. Some time he’d muster the bluntness to ask his friend about that, but that time was not now.
Prowl smiled to himself in amusement, it had become so natural for him to think about Jazz as a friend, as a true and perhaps his only friend, the only mech he was willing to allow to come close enough for Prowl to maybe eventually share a few secrets with. Prowl had admitted to Jazz he had a profound distaste for his Praxian heritage and that it derived from being left behind by his creators in Kaon, but he had not shared the kind of life he led there nor how he had to grow up, nor did he mention whether or not he had been raised by other relatives or adoptive parents. It was already quite a show of trust and value towards Jazz that Prowl did not outright lie to Jazz, he merely omitted to mention specific details, or explained some things ambiguously enough to be honest without telling Jazz of his darker deeds.
Some times he could tell Jazz sensed there was more to his stories and his past than what Prowl was sharing and that it was because Prowl did not want to share them, but he never pushed or tried to pry further. Jazz respected his choices and reasons and Prowl greatly appreciated that and found it one of Jazz’s more endearing traits, his original unexplainable fondness for the visored mech grew further thanks to that into a territory that was quickly becoming more than just fondness but that Prowl wasn’t quite sure how to demonstrate.
Hanging out with Jazz had become so important and cherished by him that the other mech became an important factor on his behavior within the Academy. He was well behaved and mingled in as much as he could, but while that was motivated in part for his desire to get through the academy without incidents and forge a new life for himself, be something else than what he had been in Kaon. But alongside with his personal goal, his good behavior obeyed much simpler motives; he wanted Jazz to be able to hang around with him and not be labeled or being troubled by others because he was friends with a trouble maker, with the young delinquent.
But old habits die hard and it was why he jumped on this opportunity when it was offered to him. He would be almost completely alone with the youngling he would be tutoring, only a couple of employees would remain for the sake of protecting the young master should the tutor try to take advantage of him. Prowl couldn’t help the smirk that spread over his lip components at the thought. He was going to take advantage of the mechlet he would be tutoring but not in the way the creators and staff were probably thinking. He had no intention of doing anything to the youngling other than ensure he’d be out of his way and would provide him with an alibi for whatever he ended up doing. He didn’t know what mischief he would conjure this time, but he was going to have as much fun as he could while doing it.
He reached the family’s state and took some time to map out the outer layout before he finally made his presence known to the staff. He was guided to a large room, something that he assumed was the family’s private library if the shelves full to the brim with pads containing book files were anything to go by. Prowl couldn’t help but feel already the urge to look through the quite impressive collection and perhaps help himself to a book file or two.
In the middle of the room were a row of seats, from cozy and expensive looking couches, to recliners where tone could read comfortably. Near the corners were some tables arranged like school working stations and it was in one of those he found a mechlet already waiting for him.
“If you need anything, just call us through this intercom here.” One of the aids told him and turned around, leaving the room without waiting for a reply. Prowl scowled a little, but he was used to this kind of attitude from servants and bodyguards -It wasn’t uncommon that they would be instructed to exit rooms as soon as they delivered what message or report they had to give unless the masters made particular gestures that indicated the servants were to stay until they were dismissed.
Prowl turned his attention back to the small mechlet that waited for him with a not-too excited expression clear on his red faceplates. “I really don’t want to do this, but I have no option in this.” The mechlet waved a hand in dismissal of his own wants. “But if you can do this fast, I can find a way to compensate you.” He said with a glint in his optics showing his delight at the possibility his tutoring could go through faster, if possible.
“I’m not being paid by the joor, rather, I’m being paid by session and we’ll take as long as we need to take.” Prowl made his way to the table, secretly relishing on the visible deflating of the smaller one’s enthusiasm.
“Oh.” The mechlet slumped and resigned himself to his fate.
“However,” Prowl smiled amiably, fluttering his wing panels a little. “I can make the first session quite light. I don’t particularly make a point of submitting anyone to grueling sessions, especially right away. It’s quite ineffective to do that, and only delays progress.”
The mechling seemed to brighten at the prospect of a lighter tutoring session and nodded, please. “I will definitely compensate you anyway.”
Prowl bowed his head politely. “Thank you.” Sitting down across the other mechlet, Prowl picked the pads containing the texts his ‘student’ was using for his current grade. “Quite advanced for your range, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, this private institute thinks that we should be way above the standard of the public institutions.”
Prowl raised an optic brow lightly. “A fact I believe you don’t agree with.”
“Not really.” The mechlet shrugged. “I think their selling point of telling our creators that they prepare us better is a sham.”
Prowl looked through the texts and nodded in agreement. “Going by this text alone, all they do is cram you with subjects, and in order to cover all of them, very little time is spent trying to actually teach them. You won’t understand most of what you are doing here. Instead, you’re only going to learn to repeat things you’ve memorized without truly understanding what you’re doing.”
Prowl’s student just looked at him completely silent for a few moments. “Uh...what?”
Prowl chuckled. “You’re going to learn a formulae to repeat over and over, you’re not going to be taught to solve problems as they come to you.”
“Creative thinking?”
“Yes and no.” Prowl began to scribble on his side of the screen, when he finished he touched the screen and the view flipped so the mechlet across could read it. “I can teach you how to solve this through a simple enough method. And you might learn how to solve similar mathematical problems, but because you do not understanding why you’re solving it the way I’m teaching it, or understanding why you’re doing this in the first place, you will have trouble solving every cycle problems that could benefit from this knowledge. Being able to know how to use this to your advantage on daily life situations will be helpful to both linear and creative thinking.”
“Oh! You mean I’ll learn to memorize, but I won’t actually learn to think how to apply them outside of having the problem written for me to solve?” The mechlet’s face brightened a little, he was already liking the attitude of this new tutor.
“Yes, more or less.” Prowl flipped through more of the mechlet’s texts. “That’s without mentioning that with so little time being devoted to teach you properly to understand what you’re doing, you’re very likely to purge it off your memory banks for lack of use as more processing power is devoted to the newest subjects.” Prowl looked back up. “I’ll see what your level is like and we’ll adapt the sessions to your particular needs and pace.”
“I like that!”
“I’m sure you do.” Prowl held back a little smirk. “I could use a little energon, wouldn’t you?”
“I’ll have the servants bring us some. I kind of want a shake.” The youngster left his seat and ran out of the room, leaving Prowl alone with some time to ‘admire’ the collection of data books and other trinkets and luxury items lying about. He was deciding if he wanted any of these expensive book files for himself, or if he help himself to any of the items laying about, he still needed to explore the home further, certain he’d found something in the place that would pick his fancy.
Prowl pulled a finely crafted pad out of a row, turning on the display and selected a random chapter in the digital index. He gave a quick look trough the pad, then put it back in its place, picking another to repeat the pattern a few times until he finally found something to his liking. He flickered his wing panels for a moment to detect any possible movement, and looked around to ensure no cameras were in the place. He suspected since this was a private library for the family, they didn’t keep cameras inside, only on the outside to keep record of who came in and who came out as well as when.
He casually strode back to the table and set the pad down amongst the educational texts. A few moments later, his student was back with a servant that pushed forth a cart containing several types of drinks and additives.
Prowl couldn’t help but flicker his optics at the display. “Is all that for just us?”
“I don’t like flat drinks.” The mechling plopped down on his seat again and waved at his servant who began to mix a few of the colorful drinks with some additives and cubes of sweet things. Prowl could only imagine what this youngster would be like after three or four of those. “What would you like?”
Prowl glanced at the mix of things suspiciously, finding an opportunity right there. “If you don’t mind, I would rather mix my own.”
“Suit yourself. I will leave this here.” The servant bowed and left the room again. After Prowl made himself just a sweetened drink, he picked the pad he took off the shelves and handed it to the mechling. “We’ll use this book for your studies during our first sessions.”
“Huh? What does this book have to do with the subjects?”
Prowl smiled amiably, resting his elbows on the table and chin on his interlaced fingers. “Read chapter four, page fifteen, second paragraph.”
“No offense, but this is a detective’s fiction story.” Nonetheless, the mechling read the indicated paragraph and quirked an optic brow. “This does seem a little familiar.”
“You can solve the proposed dilemma with the aid of a few formulas you have been studying.” Prowl took a sip from his drink and watched with avid interest as his student all but drained his own. Prowl retrieved the book file and set it aside for the time being, beginning to explain the first lessons they would catch up on. Every now and then, Prowl would serve some mixed drink to his student.
Eventually Prowl began to incorporate the book file into the practical exercises, while keeping a steady flow of sweetened drinks for the mechlet. It was all perfectly harmless to his systems, but the excessive amounts of such energy shots were bound to make him excited and more energetic only to deplete his systems once the initial rush wore off, forcing him to recharge. As expected, only a few more drinks into the session and Prowl’s ‘employer’ was fighting a losing battle against the impervious need to recharge. “So tired...”
“You’ve been quite diligent in your studies today, and haven’t had a break yet.” Prowl stood up and moved around the desk just in time for his student to drop the finely crafted pad into the floor along with another pair and rubbed his face, feeling so drowsy. “Let’s take you to your quarters before you recharge here, your creators wouldn’t be pleased if you used the facilities like that.”
Prowl knelt down to pick the fallen pads, skillfully managing the slip the book file into his subspace, the youngster was too drowsy to even notice which pads he dropped and which ones Prowl set back up. He had barely set the pads back in the table when the mechlet toppled to the side and Prowl found himself catching the now deeply in recharge mechlet. “Too much sweet things are bad for you, you know?” Prowl murmured with a gentle smile and turned around to accommodate his charge on his back between his wings and stood up, carrying the recharging mechlet on his back.
This, of course, also played to Prowl’s advantage, as it could give him an excuse to get access to his charge’s quarters. He secured his cargo with one arm and pressed the intercom’s pad to call the servants and only a few moments later another servant showed up and tried to relieve him from his cargo, only to find the youngster had made himself quite comfortable on his back and stirred sleepily when the servant tried to remove him off the Praxian-shaped nest with legs.
“I guess I’ll have to carry him to his room, then.” Prowl was actually amused by the clingy nature of the young master of the house.
The servant nodded with an apologetic expression. “That’s how he is when he’s recharging. Once he’s got comfortable in one spot he won’t let it go unless he’s brought to a much more comfortable place.”
“It’s quite alright. He’s not very heavy; I can probably carry him just fine to his room if you would be so kind to direct me to it.” With another nod from the servant Prowl was guided down the halls towards his charge’s room, casually keeping an optic on the path and filling it away in his memory for later use.
“This is it.” The servant stopped by the door and typed in the staff’s code to open it. “I’ll get him fresh covers, please set him down on his berth.”
“Of course.” Prowl watched the servant go into a separate room within his student’s quarters, what he assumed was some kind of closet containing some fine bedding for the pampered sparklet, and made his way into the part of the room that was definitely the sleeping area. He took a moment, in between fighting with the mechlet to actually let go of him so he could lay him down, to give a quick once over to his bedroom. Something glinting in a shelf above the mechlet’s berth caught his attention, finding an interesting collection of crystals kept floating by magnetic stands.
They seemed to be ‘seeds’ of crystals at varying stages of growth, a few just small enough to be visible to him, while others were just ripe to begin sprouting newer segments if given the proper nourishment. One of the crystals caught his attention the most, it was a clear pale blue that was just at the right stage to produce new growth. For some reason that crystal seemed to be calling to him.
He heard the sounds of the servant approaching and managed to transfer the youngster to his berth just in time for the servant to come over with new blankets for the young master. “Thank you. I will take care of cleaning the library, I’ll have you escorted to the door, your payment is here.” The servant held out a card for Prowl.
“Of course. Thank you.” Prowl accepted the card and followed the servant out, sparing a glance to the collection of crystals, knowing that one crystal would be in his possession sooner or later.