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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A tall dark form comes slouching through the trees behind her, muttering quietly to itself. He's gotten lost before, but never in trees. If these actually are trees. It's all extremely confusing.

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She tenses at sound of the voice and flips her book into subspace as she turns to see who it might be. No one that she knows mutters like that. Astrotrain is louder after a Cassette attack.

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There's a loud rustling in the trees as Scourge manages to fumble his way into the clearing, brushing birds' nests and branches out of his face. It's caught itself in his beard and helm so it takes him a moment before he can see properly.

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A Sweep? She frowns slightly and stands, watching him quizzically as she waits for him to clear his sensors.

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Scourge finally shakes himself free of the organic rubbish, sending birds and other little forest animals scattering as he moves. Finally, he manages to see the smaller mech before him.

"Um...hello." Slight wave. "I don't suppose you know where I am?"

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-Why does he seem so familiar?- she wonders absently as she replies. Her voice is a husky alto.

"This is a park situated in an interdimensional nexus." One brow lifts a little. "My name is Threnody."

Maybe once she knows his name she'll find out why she feels like she's met him before when she knows she hasn't.

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"Nexus? Again?" Scourge sighs deeply as he plucks another branch out of the gap in his wings. "I must have wandered off the path. Sorry to have disturbed you." He looks back into the trees, wondering if he can retrace his steps through the broken trees.

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Something's wrong here.

"Wait." She holds up a hand. "I may be able to help you return to your own reality."

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Scourge withdraws a bit, looking at her nervously as if she wasn't something a head shorter than him and clearly a good deal weaker. "I can probably make my own way back..."

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Her brows draw together perplexedly. "I'm not going to harm you. But trying to find your own way is an unnecessary risk when there is no need to do so."

She takes a slight step back herself, attempting to reassure him even as that familiarity niggles at her like a nanobot in her circuits.

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The Sweep-leader has his arms curled inward, a trait born out of habit now more than necessity. "I came here safely, I could probably get out the same way." He watches her warily, trying to comm Cyclonus or anyone else on a Cybertronian frequency. In his universe, an Autobot would be a more likely friend than your average Decepticon.

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"Will you tell me your name first?" There's a slight plaintive note in her voice. Being reacted to in this way by someone so almost familiar is disturbing.

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Scourge takes a half-step backward, arms still curled close. It's a strange thing and it's interested in him and he's not sure what to do about it.

"Scourge..."

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Her optics widen with surprise as the familiarity snaps into place, and she takes her own step back, only to stumble over the bench and land on it with a clang.

"Scourge!" she exclaims softly. "But...."

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Again Scourge takes a nervous step back, hiding himself partially in the trees. "Whoever you think I am, I'm not him."

The mistake has happened before, and generally worked to his advantage when he needs to scare people. But he doesn't want this one attacking him for it.

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"No," she says, looking bewildered despite herself. "You're not.... But you're Cyclonus's lieutenant in some reality... aren't you?"

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"Lieutenant?" It takes a moment for Scourge to work that one through his head. "Oh, um. I think so," he replies awkwardly.

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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.