Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

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Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

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She folds her arms and leans back against the wall beneath Blackout's sleeping niche. "Try t'inkin' big."

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Skywarp's silent for a moment. He's kept his head down since Galvatron died; he's strong, but he hardly has the position he once did. And of all the people who might have tried this for personal reasons - well, they're dead.

More importantly, 'big' for his world means nothing to the Nexus.

"Thunderclash," he says finally. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's found this place." And to those the little slimeball has talked to, Thunderclash is big.

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"Nuh uh, b'y. Bigger."

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

He turns away in frustration. "Tidal Wave? Optimus Prime? The ghost of an alternate human me? Who?"

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"Primus."

Her voice is soft, but that single word seems to cut through the sounds of life support and Requiem shuffling chips like a clarion.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

There's a long moment in which the silence seems to radiate out from Skywarp and his stance shifts subtly, dangerously.

"What did you say?" he asks quietly, his voice low and clear and suggesting that in a second he may have to kill someone.

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She tilts her head and deedlebeeps softly, then speaks.

"T'underclash is there in the dreams. If ye were fer havin' t' last one ye saw how sick he was. He ain't causin' this, he's gittin' hit too."

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"So now you're in on them." He turns, staring down at her, halfway between amused contempt and flat disbelief. "Thunderclash is a Minicon. He's nothing to do with Primus. Even if the big guy wanted to play with him, I doubt he could."

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"I ben seein' t' dreams since they started." She shifts a little to scratch her back on the wall. "'N T'underclash's girlfriend's a 'Con. Child 'o Primus despite what's ben done t' 'er. In that last dream she was livin' in t' runt's shell fer some reason."

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Idiot." He snorts: if it's true it's no more than the other Decepticon deserves. "But there's no reason for Primus to take an interest in me. And somehow I find it hard to believe that a god deciding to interfere with my personal life makes more sense than a scheming little dirtbag coming back to haunt me."

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"Like I says, t' dirtbag's too busy pukin' t' care about anythin', if that there last dream's right."

Then she shakes her head. "He slaggin' made us, b'y. 'Course he's interested."

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Hnh." Skywarp scowls. "Don't give me that speech. Being interested isn't the same as being involved. I don't buy that Primus has nothing better to do than play mind games with a couple of Decepticons who aren't even doing anything important."

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She shrugs and focuses on scratching her back.

"Oh yeah, did ye know ye could scan Minicons fer alt modes, b'y?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

He gives her an odd look. "What?"