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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-What are you doing, you fool?!- She reaches for control. -Don't damage those!-

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Scourge puts up resistance. It's feeble and she could break it if she needs to, but it's the symbol that counts. I-I don't have to listen to you...

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She very nearly explodes again, but then stops and instead floods him with her own energy and power. -I am Galvatron!-

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Scourge falls to his knees, hands clutching his head and trying not to falter under her attack. Not...mine...

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-But still Galvatron! As good as any other!-

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Not as good as he is. None are. All fall short of the glory of the image of Galvatron he holds so close to his spark.