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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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[primus_seeress]

*she sighs again, at his expression, and his use of her title* Do not be angry with me. I am not reckless. I simply must make no assumptions, even if I have had experience with counterparts from other universes.

To be completely honest, people like Starscream, or Galvatron, for that matter, tend to frighten me; Primus knows them, but they are so mercurial, I have trouble following them; they are easily insulted, and unpredictable in their wrath. I never approach that sort of person lightly. I have been pleasantly surprised by the one I know, and how much he has learned. That does not mean I would immediately trust anyone else with that name. But neither will I speak ill of someone I have not met, even if I am acquainted with an alternate.

That aside... if you come upon me talking with someone that I trust, that you find suspicious... comm me? I would rather you not chase away my guests with a show of bluster; it does not reflect well on your character, either, I'm sorry to say. *she pauses for a moment* You worry me when you do that.

[startactician]

Thrust comes closer, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Priestess-Auspex--you cannot take the multiverse on your shoulders. Some, such as Starscream and Galvatron, can handle themselves."

What's left unsaid and what Thrust absolutely misses is that Thrust is not one of these.

"I hardly mean to worry you, merely to look out for you. Would you like a treat?"

[primus_seeress]

*she shakes her head in protest* I'm not trying to solve everyone's problems. There have simply been some... rather strange things in my life, lately. New dimensions, new lives, new hurts... and I desire to see, and to serve. There are so many mysteries of Primus to be found, and to learn from... and so many emotions that accompany them.

*Her brow furrows, and she tries to read his intent* What do you mean, exactly?

[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.