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[primus_seeress]

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

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[0ut_of_sight]

A nod as she updates him. "Crisis over then," he hazards a guess. He glances at the mosaic again. True, there were still some things that needed returning to their former condition, but he doesn't count the remaining bits of Chaos-taint as a crisis. Annoyances that needed to be dealt with (by the Priestess, anyway), but nothing so urgent that it demanded anyone's immediate attention. The actual slag-hits-rotors stage wherein everyone panics seemed to be finished with; hence, crisis over.

Or rather, crisis over for now until next time. There was always a next time. You only have to look back through the last year or so's worth of history to see as much... but there's no need to tempt Murphy so soon after the latest round by saying as much out loud now, is there.

Optics still on the mosaic, Echoshift actually chuckles at what she says next. "'Bizarre's a good word to use, isn't it." His attention moves away from the mosaic and settles on her. The amusement remains. "Though if even you're still figuring stuff out, that does mean my cluelessness about all the supernatural mumbo-jumbo doesn't look so bad. Heh."

He doesn't seem to be about to ask her any specific questions, but she can probably pick up the lingering sense of curiosity nonetheless.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex doesn't quite smile, but it is a more-or-less positive expression* Yes... the important parts have been taken care of.

*Now, something more like a smile warms her optic-glow, though it's still weak. She attempts to clarify* I don't deal with free-sparks terribly often... and I've never been that close to the Allspark before. It... affected me more than it should a living Transformer. There is new pain, that I did not have before, and I will have to examine it in more detail.

*She looks at the mosaic, fingering the figures portrayed there -- the Transformers, and fleeing Quintessons -- before turning back to glance at him* You've... probably realized that there is more of the supernatural around you than you knew, at the very least. *A smile is still trying to creep onto her face, but never quite making it*

[0ut_of_sight]

He gives her a kind of half-shrug. "Well, I don't know as much about the Allspark as you probably do. But I'd say not that many do get so close and stay alive afterwards. It never really struck me as the sorta place the living would visit for fun, you know?" Something perhaps a little too weak to be called a real chuckle accompanies the last sentence, but he does at least try.

His gaze follows hers back to the mosaic. The sanctuary had a number of these things on display, painting images of legends and myths made suddenly less unimaginable in the aftermath of Unicron. "That's one way of putting it," he agrees, grinning. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't been the type of superstitious mech who paid too much attention to the supernatural world before. And then one day, Duskwing had appeared at the Undersea Base.

Things had seemed to snowball from there.

Echoshift glances around the room. The main temple area appears empty save for himself and the priestess. There is only the kind of solemn quiet that seems to settle over places of religious communion everywhere, unbroken save for the sound of their voices when they spoke. There is no sign of any other mechs lingering in what space he can see beyond the doorways at the back. His attention goes back to Auspex.

"Did you know... about Starscream?" He gives her a questioning look, keeping his voice relatively low as he continues. "I mean, let's be honest here. He's still a ghost really, isn't he? Unless I imagined everything I saw earlier. And weird as it was, I don't think I did."

[primus_seeress]

*Another weak smile* It's too overwhelming. There are too many voices, too many presences, for a mind bound by a processor to understand.

*Auspex tilts her head, deliberating for a moment. She supposes, at this point, that most of Starscream's secret is no longer so secret, and she may as well clarify. She nods* I knew... a living spark has a different feel, than one that is no longer embodied. His is a strange case, as he is disembodied-reembodied... but he is still dead, yes.

[0ut_of_sight]

He can believe that now. A nod is all that's needed to convey his agreement; they'd both been there to see the proof. A small tip-of-the-iceberg glimpse, relatively speaking, but it had been enough to give at least some idea. It also wasn't the sort of thing you forgot in a hurry.

"Heh. He looked pretty convincingly alive, I'll give him that." He doesn't look too surprised when Auspex describes him as a 'strange case'. If anything he looks a little amused. The idea of Starscream being an exception to the rule just seems typical of him, somehow.

Still, now that Auspex had given Echoshift confirmation for the suspicions he'd left the temple with earlier (suspicions that he'd been 99.9% certain about, true, but he figured it couldn't hurt to get a second opinion), other things were starting to make more sense. "So that's why him and Duskwing and Blackstar were always comfortable in each other's company," he muses. "He'd known they were ghosts, and they'd known he was one too."