Sludge twitches nervously as Cureall fixes the little bow tie around his neck for the umpteenth time. "Relax." She says with a soft giggle
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Kigan's standing over to one side, eyes on the door, as he holds Optimus on his shoulder and holds one of the chibi's legs to keep him safe despite his fidgets. Then he blinks as he suddenly gets a face full of Chichi. "Oh... hello. I love you too."
*from the door frame, a silver face framed in orange metal peeks cautiously into the room. After a ponderous azure blink or two, a cheerful minibot rounds the corner. He pauses to nod to Cureall, and peer at the more-or-less unfamiliar faces with friendly curiosity, before heading Dinobot-wards.*
*Wheelie favors them with a grin* Hey there! How's everyone? You know I couldn't miss the fun!
And here comes the bride, zipping in in her saucer mode as a smaller saucer follows with a box atop it. Amy herself is carrying Dan, who gives a leap and does his own shift the moment he sees Sludge.
"Dad!" cries the tiny saucer, aiming straight for him.
"Can you watch him for me?" asks Amy, sounding a little frazzled. "He's being a handful."
"In the spark." The messenger hoves into sight, turning a slight grin of greeting to Auspex. "Priestess. The boss thought it'd be a nice touch for a Ratchet to be here."
Then he turns to Cureall. "Yes?"
Dan's frowning thoughtfully as he hugs the finger, and Optimus is frozen with wide-opticed surprise as they gaze at the spectral visitor, while Kigan's viewing him with quiet wariness and projecting a slight thrill of alarm to Auspex. He's not seeing what the others are, and since Ratchet is no longer mechanical, he can't sense him either.
Chichi ignores what all the people are doing and for once obeys Baby Ratchet, zooming in and snuggling close.
*Wheelie blinks. Another ghost? They've been almost commonplace, the last few years...* So many mechs back from the dead, some alive, some ghosts instead: not shocked anymore when they come to our door. Hello... other-Ratchet-ghost! *Wheelie is nothing, if not adaptable*
*Several emotions are present here, mostly forms of shock and surprise; and Auspex can pinpoint Kigan's deliberate projection, as it comes from a source outside of Primus. She hastens to reassure him and the others who are confused*
It's all right. He is a free-spark, a Transformer that has died, here from the Allspark. There are some that are given the task of bringing messages to the living world, or accompanying the newly-dead to the Allspark, among other things. Ratchet is one of those, and I've spoken with him before.
*She addresses the ghostly medic, with a sad smile* The native Ratchet could not be here; nor Wheeljack. It's good of you to 'fill in', as it were.
"Just making sure it is you." Cureall smiles and holds Optimus close as the other Dinobots, sans Sludge pounce on their creators spirit and sweep him into a hug. "Ratchet!"
Sludge mearly rumbles soothingly at Dan, beaming with joy.
Cureall wraps her free arm around Kigan soothingly. "He is the creator of the Dinobots."
"I wouldn't put it past him." Ratchet settles down to being loved on with good grace as he gives Auspex a feeling of excuse me and apology and turns to conversing with the Dinobots.
"Thanks," says Rae with her usual gravity, then she tilts her head sideways to smile shyly at Sludge. "Yeah, she's just trying to figure out her dress. She's okay."
A sudden spike of despair and utter panic from the other room seems to counter this.
*Auspex nods to Ratchet in amusement, as he is comandeered by the Dinobots.*
*She watches the little girl with curiosity, but her optics widen at the burst of panic from someone, who is probably Amy. She hurries to the door, peeking in cautiously* Hello? What is wrong?
The tiny femme looks up from contemplating the ankle length skirt of her simple emerald dress, nearly in tears. "I can see my legs through the fabric. That's not right, is it?"
She chuckles softly as she twists Rae's hair into a crown and clips it with little butterfly and flower shaped things that she takes from subspace. "Dan usually sleeps around this time. And there's not a lot that can keep him from his nap, especially if Sludge has him."
Rae's hair finished, she offers Cureall a handful of the little ornaments for her own and tilts her head slightly to look up at Auspex. "Hi, I'm Amy. This is Rae."
*Auspex smiles, nodding quietly* I am Auspex, a servant of Primus. Sludge asked me to come, to hold witness to Primus, and I'm very pleased to do so. I'm happy to meet you, and your family. *she smiles a bit at the little girl, as well, watching the hair-dressing with the sort of curiosity that comes with having none. She's had very little experience with organics, or pseudo-organics, in this case*
Cureall nods, absently twining Amy's hair up into an only little complicated style, trying to imitate how she had seen Princess Leia's hair in The Empire Strikes back. "Should we wake them when we start? Optimus was just as excited to see as everyone else."
"Ohhh, you're the priest." Amy's small face lights with understanding and welcome, then creases into affection as she glances back at Cureall with her eyes. "Dan will be alright. You know Op better than I do, but if he wanted to see he might be disappointed if we don't."
Very much affection here. Cureall has become Amy's second best friend; a part of her family.
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Optimus now has the giggles.
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*Wheelie favors them with a grin* Hey there! How's everyone? You know I couldn't miss the fun!
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"Me Sludge excited!"
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"Dad!" cries the tiny saucer, aiming straight for him.
"Can you watch him for me?" asks Amy, sounding a little frazzled. "He's being a handful."
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Then he turns to Cureall. "Yes?"
Dan's frowning thoughtfully as he hugs the finger, and Optimus is frozen with wide-opticed surprise as they gaze at the spectral visitor, while Kigan's viewing him with quiet wariness and projecting a slight thrill of alarm to Auspex. He's not seeing what the others are, and since Ratchet is no longer mechanical, he can't sense him either.
Chichi ignores what all the people are doing and for once obeys Baby Ratchet, zooming in and snuggling close.
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It's all right. He is a free-spark, a Transformer that has died, here from the Allspark. There are some that are given the task of bringing messages to the living world, or accompanying the newly-dead to the Allspark, among other things. Ratchet is one of those, and I've spoken with him before.
*She addresses the ghostly medic, with a sad smile* The native Ratchet could not be here; nor Wheeljack. It's good of you to 'fill in', as it were.
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Sludge mearly rumbles soothingly at Dan, beaming with joy.
Cureall wraps her free arm around Kigan soothingly. "He is the creator of the Dinobots."
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"Thanks," says Rae with her usual gravity, then she tilts her head sideways to smile shyly at Sludge. "Yeah, she's just trying to figure out her dress. She's okay."
A sudden spike of despair and utter panic from the other room seems to counter this.
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*She watches the little girl with curiosity, but her optics widen at the burst of panic from someone, who is probably Amy. She hurries to the door, peeking in cautiously* Hello? What is wrong?
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Sludge twitches again nervously, trying to be weary of the boy in his hands.
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Dan, meanwhile, is falling asleep.
As is Optimus.
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Rae's hair finished, she offers Cureall a handful of the little ornaments for her own and tilts her head slightly to look up at Auspex. "Hi, I'm Amy. This is Rae."
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Very much affection here. Cureall has become Amy's second best friend; a part of her family.
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Optimus blinks and looks around the white lady's leg to give Cureall a 0_0. How could anyone possibly not want a hug?
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All right, then. Whenever you're ready.
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Sludge balks slightly, wanting to wait for Amy.
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Optimus is hard to herd, but he finally lets himself be picked up and watches everything with wide optics.
And Kigan watches in silence, a tiny thread of wistfulness leaking past his guard.
"Is it time?" Ratchet claps his hands and grins.
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