*A dark figure enters. Some might note the simularity in form to Rodimus Prime, but this one is painted in various shades of black (try wrapping your head around that one) and has no faction symbol
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Oh fraggin'- *stares* This is way too weird. *she's getting a feeling uncomfortably like her hair standing on end, and that is more unnerving than she'd like with only armour plate*
*her optics widen, but just for a moment, outrage supercedes the fear* Don't you dare take his name into your defiled mouth... and don't you dare hold his... his... *stares at the severed head, her face a grimace*
*smirks* Galvatron's head? Then again, maybe you're just a big follower of Cyclonus. Yep, just drop your jaw a bit, brighten the optics...yeah, that's him. *holds up a hand, as if he's going to paint a picture of her*
What, are you jealous? I got a little someone for you, too. *he pretends to check his pockets* Where is he--ah hah! *comes up with a familiar elderly face* Kup says hi.
In body only. *shudders every time Kup's head comes down* Unicron twisted you into something unrecognizable, something ugly. The fact that you look like me is just an incidental.
So you're calling yourself ugly? You're just me with the old paint job, Hot Rod. I left you behind. *he catches Kup's head and waggles it at him* Old geezer thought he could get through to me. He shouldn't have gotten between me and Magnus.
The Matrix does the choosing, not you, Roddy. "Arise Rodimus Prime" and all that, no one asked if I wanted to just stay sitting down. I didn't choose Unicron either, but I've got it.
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*turns back to Void with a glare* Knock it off.
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*quiet growl* You're nothing like me.
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*and who he's trying to convince, nobody knows.*
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*softly, fiercely* I am Rodimus Prime. I'm called the Chosen, but it is I who made the choice.
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