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 slips nearer to his foot, her optics focused on it. If anyone saw her now who'd known the femme Galvatron she's made from they'd be struck by how closely her face and expression resembles hers, though instead of anger her optics hold Cyclonus's pondering and calculating look.

"May I dig some of the covering... the dirt? away with this stick?" She absently points to a fallen branch without looking at him.

She's pretty sure she could get him free easily, but she's working on getting him free without touching him.

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"Y-yeah. Sure." He pulls away, leaving his leg stretched out and vulnerable. He sees no element of his proud, shining Galvatron in this softer form.

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Careful digging happens till the underlaying rock is exposed, and then she examines it minutely, checking for cracks or possible spaces between rocks as well seeing exactly how his foot is held and positioned.

"Do you know about the Anti-Violence field?" she asks abruptly without looking up.

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"Heard of it, a bit. I don't go to the Nexus." And he has no reason to trust that it's up here.

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"It apparently prevents attack...." She trails off as her computations reach a conclusion and she wedges the stick into a certain place and pries. If this pitiful organic tool holds, maybe....

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The stick eventually snaps in her hands, as the rocks themselves seem to be fairly solid. "That's what I've heard..."

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Intense scowling. She's starting to lose her temper with these rocks. "Do you have anything stronger than that piece of organic trash?"

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"I, um..." Scourge looks at the hole for a moment before his face lights up with inspiration. He looks up at the other mech cautiously as he reaches an arm back and draws his gun, being careful to show that he's keeping it pointed away from her.

"You might want to stand back a bit."

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She moves back instantly, obedience to Scourge as ingrained as is her dislike of the mechs who try to befriend her to get into Cyclonus's good graces.

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Scourge carefully wedges the gun into the crack in the rock that Threnody's managed to expose. He turns his face away for a moment and fires, sending gravel flying everywhere.

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Threnody's jaw is clenched, and she's praying that the AV feild works here as she turns back to examine the result of the shot, her scowl now absent.

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Scourge cautiously tugs his leg again, then grins ever so slightly as he manages to slide himself free. "There it goes..." He awkwardly gets to his feet and dusts himself off.