In the strong arms of an old tree. . .

[tiny_green_leaf]

The scenery is a shade of verdant green so pure that it seems to consume everything. Overhead, the canopy is so filled with emerald green leaves that it seems all the light in the forest below is shed from those leaves above. Even the floor of the forest is green, covered in a thick, curly green moss that teems with life. At the middle of it all

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[maffyteacake]

Hound had been trekking through the forest for the past few days, following the twists and curves of the river in his search for a semi-permanent residence, but taking plenty of time to appreciate his surroundings along the way. He had stopped for a rest at one of the river's tributaries, stretching out along the bank with his pedes dangling into the cool flow of the water, when he noticed something...unusual in one of the nearby trees. Focusing his optics, he smiled softly as it became clear that Mirage was recharging up in a fork in the tree, his vibrant blue and white plating dappled in sunlight

[tiny_green_leaf]

G1 Mirage

The noble's optics flare at the sound of another voice. Mirage had thought he was alone. Looking around, Mirage finally manages to fixate his optics upon Hound, just as the sound of the mech's voice registered.

"Hound. . .?" Mirage murmurs as he tilts his helm to the side.

Worrying the side of his lip, Mirage surely hopes that Hound hadn't heard his little confession. The last thing he needed was one of the few mechs he was on good terms with thinking he was. . .weak. . .

"What are you doing out here?" Mirage asks faintly, a sheepish smile taking his lips, trying to appear at ease. Sitting up, and fully so, Mirage crosses his legs as he continues sitting up in the tree, not quite ready to leave its embrace.

[maffyteacake]

"Taking a break!" Hound called back with a laugh, splashing his pedes in the water a few times. In truth, he was a little worried over Mirage's response to the prompt, but fell easily into his normal, laid-back mannerisms, not wanting the noblemech to realise that he heard him, for now.

"Coming down? Or shall I come up?" he chuckled, getting to his pedes and standing ankle-deep in the river.

[tiny_green_leaf]

G1 Mirage

Mirage relaxes as it seems that Hound hasn't heard his response. Pressing a hand to his chest plate, Mirage gives a little sigh. To that question, Mirage looked around, and to him, there appeared enough room in that tree for two.

"I'd rather not come down, I've just woken from recharge. . . Not really feeling my pedes yet," Mirage responded before stretching his arms over his helm before yawning.

[ayngelcat]

G1 Swindle

*A short while before Mirage had settled himself in the tree, Swindle had been wandering, still on his 'reconnaissance tour' of Nexusville, sussing out clientele whenever he could for his new 'business venture' with his alt universe counterpart. Unwittingly, he found himself in the forest.*

*Swindle was hardly a great one for beautiful natural environments. But he had to admit this was nice. It was pretty - although please Primus never let his Combaticon gestalt partners know he thought that - if a little creepy. More than a little creepy. In fact, Swindle started to get the distinct impression he was not alone.*

*Yet, he did not draw weapons. It was probably just his overworked imagination. And there was a truce on, and he did have to make a 'good impression' in this place, after all. *

*So he simply called out, a little nervously:* Is - uh - anybody there?

[tiny_green_leaf]

G1 Mirage

:The noble is half scurried up a tree when he hears that voice. Hands holding him up while his pedes are against the bark, Mirage looks around.:

Y-yes? Who's there? :Mirage calls back, his expression wrinkling up. He had hoped to be alone rather than distracted and disturbed by some other wanderer.:

[ayngelcat]

G1 Swindle

*Swindle starts when he hears the voice, recognizing it instantly as belonging to one of Cybertron's elite. His circuits freeze. If all the mechs from his universe are from the time on Earth before, then there's only one to whom the dulcet tones could belong - and he isn't a Decepticon. Nor was Swindle exactly his favorite mech! Not after - well - after that 'antique' business debacle. Plus a few other best forgotten 'transactions' he pulled at the Towers before the war.*

*He looks nervously around again, Hoping to high Primus that Mirage isn't pulling some invisibility stunt. To his relief, he espies the noblemech - apparently in the process of - climbing a tree?*

*Well - the upper castes always were a bit eccentric. At least he can see him.*

*He puts on his most pleasant smile and veneer and says smoothly.* Hey - nice tree! And - uh - great day for a climb!

[tiny_green_leaf]

G1 Mirage

:The expression that then alights Mirage's features could only be described as, Are you kidding me?:

:Why, Mirage couldn't be anymore unamused unless Smokescreen showed up! Of course Mirage knows who Swindle is. Every noble had known Swindle, especially after that antique business scam.:

Swindle. :Mirage murmurs out flatly, his golden optics becoming daggers as he swings up into the tree, seating himself upon it and dangling his pedes off as if it were a thrown.:

Why ever are you here? I don't exactly see any credits, unless you think trees carry credits, which I'm here to inform you that they don't. :Mirage coldly speaks, lifting his chin and looking every bit the noble that he was even perched in a tree.: