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TC, meanwhile, is dressed in his temple finery- one of the Last Living Priests of Solus Prime.

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Like Nothing on Earth: by ukitakumuki

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Marissa wanted him to dress up for something called "Halloween", though it'd taken him down an interesting rabbithole of Human Lore™. He idly considers the different "costumes" that might fit someone like him, before coming across an old story based on a crash in a swamp the humans call the Everglades. Human mythos and stories, particular the "haunted" ones are a source of fascination for him. To have enough spark or soul energy to retain an image of one's self is... familiar. They have ghosts of their own, but not something that's widely spoken of.

He absently brings up the HUD of his holoavatar creation program... and begins to calibrate.

Yes, yes... this will work. He's going to scare the hell out of her.

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Elite Trine sketch, I got bored halfway through so sorry Skywarp :3

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Mm. Don't feel malicious. Mainly just feel curious, if that makes sense. And glad you didn't get stuck in that slag. The cold on this planet isn't like the cold of space... there's a creeping insidiousness to it that isn't like in other places.

The snow makes me tired, anyway- and there's less sunlight to utilize for the collectors. I tend to rely on geothermal energy for the season.

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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...Who are you people?

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Depends on which myth and part of the race you're going with. I've heard a good deal, an' Marissa taught me a few but...

Yeah.

Now they're... having a conversation? I think. I dunno, I can't read Flickering as a language.

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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Nah. Not the grey things. The Whisps. Balls of light. Thought it was...whaddya'call'em? Ball Lightening, but it's not. It isn't what they call St. Elmo's fire either.

There's like... three of them, bobbing outside my hanger right now.

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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Yeah, I've noticed. Some weird slag has been going on here. There some sort of numbers station that keeps trying to cut in onto my signals out here. Can't care much for it. You had the Whisps show up yet?

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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Well, I'd say you're a poor judge of character- but that's not my call to make. I'm fine, figured the lack of contact from people isn't exactly a bad thing.

Means no one's gonna harass me for something stupid as slag.

And yeah, it's mostly winterized. I've got a few large heaters coming in. You angling for a place to stay, rotors?

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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Ah, Thundercracker is back. ...Redstrike is certainly NOT checking him out. Nope. Has no idea what you're talking about.

There's a faintly amused snort from the massive Seeker. Unlike some of his other Trine, he's a mech of deliberate motion. He doesn't have Skywarp's loose languidness, or Starscream's streamlined precision. His grace belies the ponderous quality of his size, however- allowing him a certain agility otherwise hidden.

Full lips twitch into a half smile as he observes the shorter beastformer.

"Hello to you too."

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Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜.𝘚. 𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸! 🇺🇸

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He's feeling a bit sore himself, today. His bulk has eased out onto the tarmac, wings and plating spread. His own solar collection programs have turned on, and he idly wonders where Marissa has gone off to. Buster, characteristically, lies splooted alongside him.

His lips twitch upwards at that, carefully touching her muzzle with a claw bigger than her entire body.

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Thundercracker sketch ✈️

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It never fails to amaze him just how many versions of him exist in the multiverse. It also makes his already severely introverted sub-routines to come online and intensify.

Cue him easing into the hanger with a mug of warm energon and a datapad tucked under an arm. He'll have a warming mat out for Ravage if they decided to join- otherwise, he's more than happy to withdraw and catch up on a few shows.

He idly wonders where Marissa has gone off to.