*is taking a break from construction of the laboratory to clear his own mind, to think, to explore... perhaps to examine a few of his own jumbled emotions and desires, as well, when he happens past the tree and its highly perched occupant; he doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but while his specialty is visual accuity, his name is not -Perceptor- for nothing, after all, and he cannot help but to hear*
Emotions are not as easily classified and directed and ordered as the fluids conveyed through our fuel pumps.*rests a hand upon the bark of the trunk of the tree, glancing upward through the branches briefly, before turning his gaze back out to the surrounding landscape; he hasn't a hope in the world of scaling the tree like Jazz has, and will not even attempt it, choosing, instead, to remain on the ground where Jazz can either address him, or ignore him if he wishes for the solitude that Perceptor has interrupted*And I have found that there is little else so effective in disrupting the illusion of what order we believe that we
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*Even deep in thought, the ninja has noticed the newcomer. He moves to a lower branch so that he and the mech can see each other more easily, and pauses to examine his visitor. He blinks, the mech's voice was not what he was expected to come from a microscope-bot.*
And don't you look familiar. Is your name Perceptor, by any chance?
*tilts his head to watch as Jazz descends to a lower branch, a faintly sad smile tugging at his lips when he replies*
Perhaps. *he still hasn't had the courage to really approach Wheeljack, yet. Still working that up.*
Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. *quirks a brow ridge up and offers a smile of greeting* You are familiar with one of my alternates, I take it? *and he has a guess which one, based upon construction alone*
The answer to both those questions is yes, I am. *Jazz chuckles, sitting crosslegged on his branch.* The Perceptor from my world is a scientist on the Council. Wicked smart too.
*Jazz shrugs* So, you need to unload? I'm free and I have working audios.
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*is taking a break from construction of the laboratory to clear his own mind, to think, to explore... perhaps to examine a few of his own jumbled emotions and desires, as well, when he happens past the tree and its highly perched occupant; he doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but while his specialty is visual accuity, his name is not -Perceptor- for nothing, after all, and he cannot help but to hear*
Emotions are not as easily classified and directed and ordered as the fluids conveyed through our fuel pumps.*rests a hand upon the bark of the trunk of the tree, glancing upward through the branches briefly, before turning his gaze back out to the surrounding landscape; he hasn't a hope in the world of scaling the tree like Jazz has, and will not even attempt it, choosing, instead, to remain on the ground where Jazz can either address him, or ignore him if he wishes for the solitude that Perceptor has interrupted*And I have found that there is little else so effective in disrupting the illusion of what order we believe that we ( ... )
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*Even deep in thought, the ninja has noticed the newcomer. He moves to a lower branch so that he and the mech can see each other more easily, and pauses to examine his visitor. He blinks, the mech's voice was not what he was expected to come from a microscope-bot.*
And don't you look familiar. Is your name Perceptor, by any chance?
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*tilts his head to watch as Jazz descends to a lower branch, a faintly sad smile tugging at his lips when he replies*
Perhaps. *he still hasn't had the courage to really approach Wheeljack, yet. Still working that up.*
Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. *quirks a brow ridge up and offers a smile of greeting* You are familiar with one of my alternates, I take it? *and he has a guess which one, based upon construction alone*
You also seem quite familiar. Jazz?
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*Jazz shrugs* So, you need to unload? I'm free and I have working audios.
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