Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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She nods and looks down so as to appear non threatening. "You have nothing to fear from me unless you attack first. The Scourge of my own reality is one I count as a trusted friend."

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"Yeah, but I'm not the one from your reality." But he's relaxing ever so slightly and standing up just a bit straighter. Her tone sounds friendly enough, and almost reminds him of Auspex. "I'm nobody's lieutenant."

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Threnody tilts her head so that she can look at him again, her crimson optics quizzical and then slightly dismayed. "Where is Cyclonus?"

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A slight, nervous shrug. "I don't know. Can't get him on the commlink..."

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"When did you see him last?" Her concern grows slightly, though she doesn't let it show.

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"I-I don't know. Maybe this morning?" His wings are hitching up again. He's still not sure what this one wants with him.

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Threnody's relief is visible. "He's alright, then. Good."

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"Why wouldn't he be?" Scourge tilts his head confusedly. He's not sure what this little thing is on about.

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She shrugs and shakes her head. "I was letting circumstances from my own reality colour my reaction."

Then she looks at him again, her gaze unthreatening and even friendly before she looks away again so as to keep from seeming threatening. "Forgive my earlier reaction. The Scourge I know is female."

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Scourge looks faintly disturbed at the concept, enough to let his guard drop a touch. "Female? I've never even seen a female Decepticon around here, bar the one in the other reality."

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"I am a Decepticon," she points out. "Galvatronian."

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Scourge stares. And stares more. "...oh," he finally comes up with, careful not to sound skeptical but quite convinced this is a very funny thing.

Sure, the head's a little the same. But she's nothing like Galvatron.