Teacher, Teacher

[cybertronismine]

Who: Megatron, anyone who feels like learning from him.
Where: The Plaza of Infernos.
When: Today.
Warnings: None

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[keepastrnghrt]

Mitham was admittedly a little nervous. In his very short life he and adults usually didn't mix well. He didn't trust them, at least...not until coming here. This man, he wasn't even sure of his name yet, had a tone of authority to his voice that he'd not really come across here yet. All the adults he'd met had been friendly, didn't make him feel they thought they were better than he. This man didn't seem to do that, though until they were face-to-face he really couldn't be sure, but there was no mistaking the clear ring of authority in his voice

[cybertronismine]

Megatron slowly arched a brow. This human was very young, if he was any judge. Then again, so was Ms. Sumdac. He offered a smile - not quite kindly, but it certainly wasn't completely predatory either.

"Indeed. And what is your name?"

[keepastrnghrt]

May not have been completely predatory, but it still made Mitham a bit uncomfortable. Still, he was here for a purpose so he pushed back the unease and tried to put on a little smile.

"Mitham, sir." He nearly bit his tongue for adding "sir", it was a habit he was working on breaking. Not out of disrespect necessarily, but for finding of sense of self and leaving his past behind. "I don't think I've caught your name yet."

[cybertronismine]

"Mister Mitham, is it, then? I am Megatron," he waved a hand in a vague, encircling manner. "Lord of the West. Self-styled, of course."

He settled back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "Tell me how much you know of bending."

[mmmphh]

Pyro had considered sneaking in just in case there were any residual dispensers around BUT the call to perfect the hat-making mechanism of this new arena was too strong in her ears. THUS she wound up sauntering in, V-esque hat plopped on her head proudly as a testament to WHAT SHE WAS HERE TO ACCOMPLISH TODAY.
AND THAT WAS MAKE TEN THOUSAND MORE HATS YES.

-unfortunately upon entering, the plaza was nowhere near as On Fire as she'd been expecting from its name, and she visibly sagged a little bit in disappointment for a second before QUICKLY RIGHTING HERSELF COME ON PYRO.
MAYBE IT'D BE ON FIRE LATER.
RIGHT NOW WAS JUST PREPARATION FOR THE FIRE LATER.

[cybertronismine]

Megatron eyed Pyro skeptically. The people he had to put up with.

"Yes?"

[mmmphh]

"MMPH MUMPH MPH MPH!" Pyro announced VERY CLEARLY AND COHERENTLY OBVIOUSLY, gesturing some weird unidentifiable gesture with her huge hands and WELL WHATEVER IT MEANT IT SURE DID CONVEY THE LEVEL OF HAT-RELATED EXCITEMENT HERE.
well maybe not hat-related that part might've been a little vague.

[cybertronismine]

"...I cannot understand a word of what you are saying," Megatron replied, looking rather bemused.

[nemesisnova]

"The offer is still open, yes?" Nemesis Prime did look cautious - Megatron had said that the west was his, and the last thing the Prime wished to do was provoke him by coming where he was unwelcome. Even so, the marks of the recent scuffle with Sunstreaker were still visible, and Nemesis was holding the trailer wings flat against his back. It did little to detract from the imposing figure though, nor the fact that he was a dangerous mech.

At least the aura was, for the most part, hardly there.

"Or has it expired?" If he was turned away, then so be it - he would learn on his own.

[cybertronismine]

Megatron looked up at the looming figure without the faintest hint of fear, apprehension or anything but an apparent cool sense of disdain. "The offer remains open, of course. Let us begin with shape-changing. How much knowledge of bending do you actually have?"

[nemesisnova]

"Energon, sometimes flavored. Chocolate milk, a type of biscuit. Walls and raw meat for Ha - the pest." As if he was going to admit to naming his pet-thing right now. There was the slightest tilt of the head though, at shape-changing, though he said nothing. What he thought of Megatron's human guise was carefully hidden. He would not allow the disgust, and revulsion to jeopardize this lesson.

[cybertronismine]

"So, the basics. Give me a demonstration."

Megatron waved a hand imperiously at the towering Cybertronian.

[alwaysf_aithful]

It had taken Chris a little bit of time to locate the Plaza, but he had time to think. As he entered he thought of his current task: learning how to bend. To be able to protect others had always been important to him, so in order to accomplish this in Nautilus he had to learn how to bend. If nothing else it made him feel more useful and besides he needed his powers back if he was to actually do something. Spying the image of a human, he gave a nod to himself as he apporached him.

"Hi, there." Chris greeted, as he slowly stirred from his thoughts. "You must be the one who offered to teach about the bending? Ready to learn, sir."

[cybertronismine]

Ah. This one knew respect, at least. He smiled tightly and nodded. "That would be me. Please, elaborate on what you already know."

[alwaysf_aithful]

Even though Chris was not very social in most cases, one thing he knew how to do was to take orders. Give orders on the other hand... That was a different story. He had the feeling that he was supposed to show rather than tell, which suited Chris fine. He concentrated on the image in his mind, a red apple. Soon it appeared in his hand, fully formed. He was so busy concentrating on said apple that he almost forgot to grab it.

[letstryscience]

Somewhat out of breath and a little flushed, athletics were never her strong suit, Ema entered the plaza.

She hadn't wanted to be late for a first day of class but visiting the police station with Mr. Edgeworth was too great an opportunity to pass up... But this was important too, of course!

Running was the only solution.

"Sorry. I'm late."

[cybertronismine]

Megatron eyed Ema with some degree of amusement. After allowing her a moment to catch her breath he nodded in reply. "I will be inclined to overlook it this once. Please do try to be on time next week."

He settled in his chair. "I'm afraid I do not know your name. I, as you may have guessed, am Megatron."

[letstryscience]

"Thank you, Mr. Megatron." Nothing strange about his name. "It won't happen again. Promise."

She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "My name is Ema Skye."