Shifting Nexii, Catching Up
((I have a whole bunch of backlog to post, but here's the most recent. Expect to find entries added before this one, eventually.))
Hormah: *tries com as she does every day* //...Auspex? Kin ye hear me, b'y?//
Auspex: //I am here, Hormah. Do you need anything?//
Hormah: //Ack! Ye answered!//
Auspex: *blinks* //Why should I not?//
Hormah: //Well I ain't ben able t' git hold 'o ye! T'ough Bob come 'round once.//
Auspex: //...oh dear. I have no explanation...//
Hormah: //I was jes' after figurin' t' reality closed off.// *there is hurt in the young femm's voice as she says that, but it's not directed toward Auspex*
Auspex: *soothing, with a hint of humor* //This place would be much too quiet for much too long without the multiverse to bring it life..//
Hormah: //Yeah, what wit' Rap's closin', 'n t'at ot'er one I was after workin' at....//
Auspex: //...Primus has no direct control over the portals, but he knows who to petition to, I think. Don't lose hope... either way, I think I will be here for awhile yet.//
Hormah: //I had a wish I coulda' used t' open it. I used it fer somet'in' else.//
Auspex: *is silent a moment* //...what happened?//
Hormah: //Rattrap fr'm t'at t'ere castaway 'verse nearly up 'n croaked.// *sigh*
Auspex: //Oh dear.// *more silence* //That's... hard. It doesn't sound like you had much of a choice...//
Hormah: //Sure I did. Be wit' Rap 'n let a reality fall t' slag, 're save t' reality.//
Auspex: //The entire reality?? That's... really not much of a choice. Though the temptation would be strong... I'm not sure I could make a choice like that...//
Hormah: *quietly* //Rap don't even know he got a son, b'y.// *and now she's not sure Auspex had known either*
Auspex: *yet more silence. Auspex's mind is stumbling a bit. Finally, she responds* //Primus hinted that something new was going to happen to you. I wondered... that explains it.//
Hormah: *small sound* //Bob didn' tell ye, t'en. Aye. I got a slaggin' crazy brat by t' name 'o Pi t' Pi star//
Auspex: //I'm not sure there was time.// *another pause as she mulls this over* //Primus sent me some impressions having to do with math, but I wasn't sure what that meant. I see now...// *slight humor*
Hormah: *chuckles* //Ye should 'o seen t' look on t' ol' man's face when 'e saw 'im.//
Auspex: *winces slightly* //I can imagine...//
Hormah: //Don't help t'at Pi looks a lot like 'em.// *sounds a bit tired now*
Auspex: *gently* //There may yet be a way. The Nexus is strange... don't lose hope. I know that's not much comfort... but there may come a time when there are no crises at hand, to spend your energy and your... Nexus loopholes on.//
Hormah: //I knows when I'll see 'im agin, Auspex. I seen it.//
Auspex: //In life, or in the Allspark? Hopefully the former... that's long to wait.// *she understands about long waits...*
Hormah: //T'is side, but not... not till planets've passed on.//
Auspex: //I see.// *her voice sounds a bit tight. She's empathizing quite a bit* //That is also long to wait, though... a bit more bearable...//
Hormah: //'E was already some older when I seen 'im last, t'ough I didn' tell 'im t' time was runnin' different.//
Auspex: //...I don't like the Nexus playing tricks with time. Then it may or may not be long... though it will be for him?//
Hormah: //Oh yeah. ...Jes a minute. Ravage, ye slaggin' ol' scrappile gitcher aft off t' table Back, sorry.//
Auspex: *chuckles slightly* //You do have many others to keep you busy, in the meantime... not to mention your sparklet. I'll have to see him...//
Hormah: //*laughs* He ain't no sparklet, no more'n I was. T' slagger's as tall as I be. 'N t'at were t'at ol' Ravage as useta hang 'round yer place. Turns out 'is slaggin' spark weren't out 'n t'at's what 'e was loafin' 'round fer. Now 'e flirts wit' me niece 'n any ot'er femme as ain't tied down.//
Auspex: *sounds slightly relieved, actually. This is less alien* //Ah, just a newspark, not a sparklet. Like you and your siblings. Still, there is much for him to learn.//
*she blinks in slight surprise at Hormah's note of this Ravage's identity* //I'm glad of it, then. It seemed premature. It hasn't changed his outlook on life, apparently, however.// *more humor*
Hormah: //Jes' wish t' slagger'd learn wit'out eatin' me bloody datachips.
*grumbling deedles and then a snerk* Slag no, b'y. 'E wanted t' tell ol' Magmatron t' slag off, but I kicked 'is arse back t'ere t' git 'is work done.//
Auspex: //...remind me to keep him away from Tessera.// *the comment about Ravage goes unaddressed... perhaps she'll hear about it from him one day*
Hormah: //Oh, we's got chiproaches here. He don't eat t'em. Jes' builds 'em Lego cities.// *lighter tone* //How's Tessera after bein'? 'N Bob?//
Auspex: *amused* //Cities? That does sound like something they'd like. Bob and Tessera are well; he is still learning from the servants in the city when he is not here, and she is unchangeably cheerful as always. I would worry, otherwise, I think.// *thoughtful pause* //I have missed my other charges and friends.//
Hormah: //Well I ain't heard from Myrrh's bunch in a coon's age, but y'recall t'at ol' 'Hide as useta' hang 'round wit' Ratchet's ghost?//
Auspex: //The Allspark messenger? I do. According to Blazer, he's... living again?// *her amazement is apparent*
Hormah: *laugh* //Aye, me son, he is. Creaks somet'in' fierce.//
Auspex: *winces a bit* //Poor mech. I think... that must come as a shock, after being with the Allspark for so long. He seems to be handling it well, though.//
Hormah: //Aye, he's got 'is kids 'n 'is lady. Not'in' wrong wit' 'is world no more.//
Auspex: //Still, it is jarring. But they needed him.//
Hormah: //Aye. 'N he was after knowin' he'd be wit' 'Mia soon. I's t'inkin' 'e jes figured she was gonna die.//
Auspex: //Generally, that would be logical... but logic is overrated, perhaps.// *amused*
Hormah: *sadness forgotten for the moment* //Thrrpt!//
Auspex: *light chuckle* //The Nexus throws logic to the winds often enough, I rely on it less...//
Hormah: //If ever't'in' was after bein' logical, I wouldn't exist no how.//
Auspex: //*little sigh* That is true, for a great many mechs.//
Hormah: *sobers* //Aye, 'specially t' ones I's called t' work wit'. T'ere's a Rhinox livin' in me sanctuary now as is a bit 'o a self made Exile.//
Auspex: //It is true for most servants, I think. But we are here to help the hurting, and so many are, and sometimes the circumstances are very strange. Come to think of it, usually they are, for those of us in touch with the Nexus. I hope your guest is open enough to hear what you have to tell him.//
Hormah: *laughs* //He kin' hear t' boss himself, Auspex. It's some fun t' talk ta t' slagger.//
Auspex: *surprised* //Ah? That is good, then. But is he listening to him, is the question?//
Hormah: *more serious* //He's still carryin' guilt fr'm t'at Tankor slag. But 'e's after havin' a wife 'n family as helps 'im focus on t' good.//
Auspex: *doesn't really know what Hormah is talking about, but doesn't wish to pry into what should stay between servant and charge. She can infer enough* //Ah. It is good that he has people to keep him grounded.//
Hormah: *quietly* //His lady's after bein' anot'er one o t'em slaggin' Sewercons.// *sounds pleased about this*
Auspex: //Ohh. Perhaps 'grounded' is not quite the right word.// *there is a touch of fond exasperation in her tone*
Hormah: *laughing again* //'er name's Spazz, 'n she's a sharp lil' bit o junk. But she's still after bein' Frenzy's. Not too sure about bein' a word mate 'n mama, but she's soldierin' on.//
Auspex: //Ah, good. I'm pleased to hear that, then.// *refrains from pondering 'mama', herself... it's still somewhat beyond her*
Hormah: //Oh slaggin'....// *words dissolve into virulent cursing in at least six languages, then* //I gots' t' go, Auspex. T' slaggin' kid's eatin' me CDs agin.//
Auspex: *more wince* //Oh dear. Go rescue your media. Hopefully he'll learn that what 'can be processed' is not necessarily the same as what is 'edible'... but I'm glad to hear from you. I know Primus is as pleased as I am, that you are coming into your own. Take care!//
Hormah: //He bloody KNOWS. T'is is fer makin' me cuss!// *static and then a click*
Auspex: *sighs. And prays for obedient offspring for Hormah. Or something.*
Hormah: *tries com as she does every day* //...Auspex? Kin ye hear me, b'y?//
Auspex: //I am here, Hormah. Do you need anything?//
Hormah: //Ack! Ye answered!//
Auspex: *blinks* //Why should I not?//
Hormah: //Well I ain't ben able t' git hold 'o ye! T'ough Bob come 'round once.//
Auspex: //...oh dear. I have no explanation...//
Hormah: //I was jes' after figurin' t' reality closed off.// *there is hurt in the young femm's voice as she says that, but it's not directed toward Auspex*
Auspex: *soothing, with a hint of humor* //This place would be much too quiet for much too long without the multiverse to bring it life..//
Hormah: //Yeah, what wit' Rap's closin', 'n t'at ot'er one I was after workin' at....//
Auspex: //...Primus has no direct control over the portals, but he knows who to petition to, I think. Don't lose hope... either way, I think I will be here for awhile yet.//
Hormah: //I had a wish I coulda' used t' open it. I used it fer somet'in' else.//
Auspex: *is silent a moment* //...what happened?//
Hormah: //Rattrap fr'm t'at t'ere castaway 'verse nearly up 'n croaked.// *sigh*
Auspex: //Oh dear.// *more silence* //That's... hard. It doesn't sound like you had much of a choice...//
Hormah: //Sure I did. Be wit' Rap 'n let a reality fall t' slag, 're save t' reality.//
Auspex: //The entire reality?? That's... really not much of a choice. Though the temptation would be strong... I'm not sure I could make a choice like that...//
Hormah: *quietly* //Rap don't even know he got a son, b'y.// *and now she's not sure Auspex had known either*
Auspex: *yet more silence. Auspex's mind is stumbling a bit. Finally, she responds* //Primus hinted that something new was going to happen to you. I wondered... that explains it.//
Hormah: *small sound* //Bob didn' tell ye, t'en. Aye. I got a slaggin' crazy brat by t' name 'o Pi t' Pi star//
Auspex: //I'm not sure there was time.// *another pause as she mulls this over* //Primus sent me some impressions having to do with math, but I wasn't sure what that meant. I see now...// *slight humor*
Hormah: *chuckles* //Ye should 'o seen t' look on t' ol' man's face when 'e saw 'im.//
Auspex: *winces slightly* //I can imagine...//
Hormah: //Don't help t'at Pi looks a lot like 'em.// *sounds a bit tired now*
Auspex: *gently* //There may yet be a way. The Nexus is strange... don't lose hope. I know that's not much comfort... but there may come a time when there are no crises at hand, to spend your energy and your... Nexus loopholes on.//
Hormah: //I knows when I'll see 'im agin, Auspex. I seen it.//
Auspex: //In life, or in the Allspark? Hopefully the former... that's long to wait.// *she understands about long waits...*
Hormah: //T'is side, but not... not till planets've passed on.//
Auspex: //I see.// *her voice sounds a bit tight. She's empathizing quite a bit* //That is also long to wait, though... a bit more bearable...//
Hormah: //'E was already some older when I seen 'im last, t'ough I didn' tell 'im t' time was runnin' different.//
Auspex: //...I don't like the Nexus playing tricks with time. Then it may or may not be long... though it will be for him?//
Hormah: //Oh yeah. ...Jes a minute. Ravage, ye slaggin' ol' scrappile gitcher aft off t' table Back, sorry.//
Auspex: *chuckles slightly* //You do have many others to keep you busy, in the meantime... not to mention your sparklet. I'll have to see him...//
Hormah: //*laughs* He ain't no sparklet, no more'n I was. T' slagger's as tall as I be. 'N t'at were t'at ol' Ravage as useta hang 'round yer place. Turns out 'is slaggin' spark weren't out 'n t'at's what 'e was loafin' 'round fer. Now 'e flirts wit' me niece 'n any ot'er femme as ain't tied down.//
Auspex: *sounds slightly relieved, actually. This is less alien* //Ah, just a newspark, not a sparklet. Like you and your siblings. Still, there is much for him to learn.//
*she blinks in slight surprise at Hormah's note of this Ravage's identity* //I'm glad of it, then. It seemed premature. It hasn't changed his outlook on life, apparently, however.// *more humor*
Hormah: //Jes' wish t' slagger'd learn wit'out eatin' me bloody datachips.
*grumbling deedles and then a snerk* Slag no, b'y. 'E wanted t' tell ol' Magmatron t' slag off, but I kicked 'is arse back t'ere t' git 'is work done.//
Auspex: //...remind me to keep him away from Tessera.// *the comment about Ravage goes unaddressed... perhaps she'll hear about it from him one day*
Hormah: //Oh, we's got chiproaches here. He don't eat t'em. Jes' builds 'em Lego cities.// *lighter tone* //How's Tessera after bein'? 'N Bob?//
Auspex: *amused* //Cities? That does sound like something they'd like. Bob and Tessera are well; he is still learning from the servants in the city when he is not here, and she is unchangeably cheerful as always. I would worry, otherwise, I think.// *thoughtful pause* //I have missed my other charges and friends.//
Hormah: //Well I ain't heard from Myrrh's bunch in a coon's age, but y'recall t'at ol' 'Hide as useta' hang 'round wit' Ratchet's ghost?//
Auspex: //The Allspark messenger? I do. According to Blazer, he's... living again?// *her amazement is apparent*
Hormah: *laugh* //Aye, me son, he is. Creaks somet'in' fierce.//
Auspex: *winces a bit* //Poor mech. I think... that must come as a shock, after being with the Allspark for so long. He seems to be handling it well, though.//
Hormah: //Aye, he's got 'is kids 'n 'is lady. Not'in' wrong wit' 'is world no more.//
Auspex: //Still, it is jarring. But they needed him.//
Hormah: //Aye. 'N he was after knowin' he'd be wit' 'Mia soon. I's t'inkin' 'e jes figured she was gonna die.//
Auspex: //Generally, that would be logical... but logic is overrated, perhaps.// *amused*
Hormah: *sadness forgotten for the moment* //Thrrpt!//
Auspex: *light chuckle* //The Nexus throws logic to the winds often enough, I rely on it less...//
Hormah: //If ever't'in' was after bein' logical, I wouldn't exist no how.//
Auspex: //*little sigh* That is true, for a great many mechs.//
Hormah: *sobers* //Aye, 'specially t' ones I's called t' work wit'. T'ere's a Rhinox livin' in me sanctuary now as is a bit 'o a self made Exile.//
Auspex: //It is true for most servants, I think. But we are here to help the hurting, and so many are, and sometimes the circumstances are very strange. Come to think of it, usually they are, for those of us in touch with the Nexus. I hope your guest is open enough to hear what you have to tell him.//
Hormah: *laughs* //He kin' hear t' boss himself, Auspex. It's some fun t' talk ta t' slagger.//
Auspex: *surprised* //Ah? That is good, then. But is he listening to him, is the question?//
Hormah: *more serious* //He's still carryin' guilt fr'm t'at Tankor slag. But 'e's after havin' a wife 'n family as helps 'im focus on t' good.//
Auspex: *doesn't really know what Hormah is talking about, but doesn't wish to pry into what should stay between servant and charge. She can infer enough* //Ah. It is good that he has people to keep him grounded.//
Hormah: *quietly* //His lady's after bein' anot'er one o t'em slaggin' Sewercons.// *sounds pleased about this*
Auspex: //Ohh. Perhaps 'grounded' is not quite the right word.// *there is a touch of fond exasperation in her tone*
Hormah: *laughing again* //'er name's Spazz, 'n she's a sharp lil' bit o junk. But she's still after bein' Frenzy's. Not too sure about bein' a word mate 'n mama, but she's soldierin' on.//
Auspex: //Ah, good. I'm pleased to hear that, then.// *refrains from pondering 'mama', herself... it's still somewhat beyond her*
Hormah: //Oh slaggin'....// *words dissolve into virulent cursing in at least six languages, then* //I gots' t' go, Auspex. T' slaggin' kid's eatin' me CDs agin.//
Auspex: *more wince* //Oh dear. Go rescue your media. Hopefully he'll learn that what 'can be processed' is not necessarily the same as what is 'edible'... but I'm glad to hear from you. I know Primus is as pleased as I am, that you are coming into your own. Take care!//
Hormah: //He bloody KNOWS. T'is is fer makin' me cuss!// *static and then a click*
Auspex: *sighs. And prays for obedient offspring for Hormah. Or something.*