#cause i just found the mechs a few good months ago-- i OF COURSE missed the band being a thing and therefore missed the merch--

[chaoticmannamedoliver]

Oh what i wouldn't give for some mechs merch

And i can't make n sell any cause of STUPID (but very understandable) legal stuff

And what if i-- would my own designs also make legal trouble??

I just want a pin n a t-shirt, maaaaaan

I just-

Im just upset and grumpy

And it's not like i can ASK anyone directly to get into the nit bits-

Brain go aaa >:[

[lets-try-some-writing]

I wanted to ask, in the kids turned sparkling au, Starscream was teaching Miko how to be the next winglord. Assuming he lived after Predacons Rising, or died and came back like Optimus, would she still treat him like a secondary parent, and eventually become winglord?

Ah yes Starscream.

Previous part here.

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The matter of Starscream was one Tari did not like to consider. She had memories of Starscream trying to kill her when she was still Miko, but she also had recollections of a time when things were better. She remembered Starscream carrying her through the skies, letting her small wings flutter with the currents before she had learned to fly. She could still recall when he'd held her in his arms, telling her tales of Vos and the glory of the city he proclaimed would one day be hers. She had listened with such intent that even as a fully framed adult, she couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he was still out there, and if he still cared.

She was happy being a Wrecker, and she was happy being away from her family, even if she missed them at times. But as she aged, she felt a void within her, one that was for once, not caused by the loss of her Sire. She remembered stories of the great city that even after Cybertron's restoration, was not again floating in the sky. Starscream had always said that it was the duty of all fliers to watch over their city, to protect it, and to ensure that all who followed after them would have a place to call home.

Tari remembered, and so she decided to act.

Before Optimus's return, she set out on a journey across the stars. Her goal was simple: Find Starscream and get him to help her restore Vos. Sure, he might have been a Decepticon, but her memory painted him as a far more reasonable mech than some of the Autobots she dealt with on a regular basis. And without her Sire? Well... maybe digging up a few old memories would do something good for her aching spark.

It was far easier than she expected to find Starscream, although it hurt to track him down. He was hidden on Earth, her world of origin (a fact she will only begrudgingly admit). When she found him, he was wrapped up in his plans to get back at everyone and everything. She took him by total surprise, and their first meeting was by no means the one she had been hoping for. Starscream didn't recognize her, all he saw was her Wrecker badge.

Tari: Starscream! Hold your fire! I come in peace!

Starscream: An Autobot comes in peace? HA! As if I would believe that!

Tari: My designation is Sagittarius, Tari for short. Don't you remember me?

Starscream: A flier named after this mudball's constellations? How the mighty have fallen.

Tari and Starscream shot at each other for a while, and in the end, Tari had to hunt him down several times over the course of a few months. It was due to this hunt that she ended up with Bumblebee and his team on Earth for a time. She needed the extra guns to get into the Decepticon base on Earth where Starscream was supposedly hiding out. Her adventures with Bumblebee and his team were a whole other series of shenanigans. But in the end, she got her prize.

"Well Autobot? You've caught me. Are you going to kill me now?"

"No, I want you to talk to me. Please, just take a moment and remember me Starscream. I've already lost Optimus, I don't want to lose the only other bot that came even close to being my Sire."

"..."

"..."

"Mistress of the Terran skies. That was your full designation... wasn't it?"

Silence reigned over the duo for a time as Tari led Starscream out in cuffs. He would still need to answer for his crimes... but she would do all she could to lessen the sentence. For once, he went along without argument and allowed Tari to take him back to Cybertron to face justice. Seeing her reminded him of what he had been hoping for all those years ago when the war still raged. He had all but forgotten the precious sparkling he'd been so keen to raise once Megatron died. Predacons, Vehions, Terrorcons... it had all kept him distracted, especially as he sought out his old frame once more.

He would need to make things better.

Tari returned him to Cybertron and worked with anyone willing to side with Starscream during his court case. With a lot of effort, she was able to convince the Council that keeping Starscream alive was not only beneficial, but in the best interest of all of Cybertron. How did she do this? Why, she simply made it clear that Starscream had named her the heir of Vos... on live television. What was the Council to do? If they claimed Tari was lying, they would be disregarding the words of the Prime's sparkling. If they claimed her station was irrelevant, then they would earn the collective ire of every flier on Cybertron. There was almost no choice but to let Starscream out on parole and give Tari the funds needed to begin preparing to rebuild Vos.

Tari and Starscream were still rather tense, but working together on a common goal eased a lot of the pain that had developed over the years. Starscream guided Tari in her efforts and covered for her when she returned to the Wreckers. He laid low when she wasn't around and taught her as much of the old culture of fliers as possible. Over time, the wounds healed, and Starscream was able to proudly call himself Tari's mentor. Optimus was not made aware of Starscream's station in Tari's life until Vos rose into the skies once more and Starscream was there to announce Tari is official heir. It was a shock to say the least, but Tari relished in the companionship of her old secondary caretaker.

"Thank you for coming back with me."

"Thank you for giving me a second chance. To see Vos rise once more is a far greater accomplishment than anything I ever did during the war."

"You aren't so bad Starscream."

"HA! Lord Megatron would have a thing or two to say about that!"

[chao-writes-stuff]

DELTARUNE SPOILERS

Heyyy! I wrote a thing involving Jevil and the Chapter 2 Superboss! I'm going to put it under the cut, but at the end, there will also be an Ao3 link if you wanna support me there!

Thank you! Remember to Reblog if you wanna

The Lightner Trio walked down the stairs in the Queen's massive manor, their hurried footsteps echoing like a rough pitter-patter in the technological nightmare. The massive lair confused and bamboozled them, but they definitely wanted to figure out the mystery behind what the Fountains were about, what Queen's true intentions were… and what was in the basement?

"Uhh… Kris?" Ralsei asked, his soft voice echoing out. "Why are we even here? Aren't Queen, Noelle, and Berdly upstairs? And not here…?"

Susie quickly interrupted him, punching his arm lightly to get his attention. "Of COURSE they aren't here. But whatever is here is probably important. Right, Kris?"

"I guess!" The currently blue human replied. "I've been asked by some… guy, about doing these weird favors for him. He really wants me to be alone."

"We sure he ain't a p-" Before Susie could finish her thought, Ralsei muffled her mouth with his scarf. "Who is he? And why does he want you to be alone?"

"His name is Spamton, I think. I don't know much about him, but he gave me this Loaded Disk earlier, and--"

Suddenly, a strange, chaotic voice rang out. Everyone recognized it. The tail attached to Ralsei's cloak popped off, diamonds and hearts flying out with it. The tail spun and took form, and the chaotic Jester they quite literally put to rest yesterday was reawakened.

"Spamton? SPAMTON? The same Spamton who wished for me to go, to go, and be free, free?" Jevil laughed chaotically, with Ralsei caught quite off guard. "You know him?"

"That dorito chip was part of the reason why I was set free, he was! He used to rule this world, before the Queen I've been hearing oh so much about took over. Oh, I MUST know more of how you met that ridiculous lunatic! And that's coming from ME, ME! Spamton, oh Spamton, I'd like to have a word with him~!" Jevil looked quite pissed off, his normally jovial expression looking slightly stern.

"I didn't wanna go down there anyway. Just come back, okay? You're kind of carrying us with your defense boost." Kris, with a neutral expression, gave the clown the disk they were gifted by the malignant salesman, and watched as Jevil immediately sprinted off into the basement. They could hear an echoed "Buh bye~! I'll be back in a few hundred words!" As the jester descended into the decrepit basement below...

Jevil entered the musty, rotting cellar. Despite him rarely stepping on the ground, each step he did take left a haunting impact on his feet. It was silent, save for the occasional rustling of his clothes. He didn't have long to do this. His physical form only had a few hours to be out and about before he solidified, just like the young boy and the puzzle freak. Thankfully, that's all he needed. He was getting excited, almost giddy, to interact once more with his old acquaintance. Oh, what a wonderful conversation they'd have!

He didn't walk for too much longer before he found the train station that was buried deep below. Or was it a roller coaster? Whoever had this built clearly had some elaborate roundabout in mind… too bad they were still imprisoned, haha! Jevil walked and floated across the tracks, reaching a room with a decaying robot inside.

He knew this was a bad idea. But when did he ever have good ideas?

Without hesitating, the joker put the disk into the robot. At first, nothing happened, and he was getting impatient VERY quick. He gave the robot a swift kick in the lower area, before stepping back out of the room.

Step…

Step…

SLAM! The clown was admittedly caught off guard with how fast the silhouette from above came and pushed him onto his knees. With a small gasp for air, Jevil looked up slowly at the encroaching menace. The jagged movements, the glitchy, unsolidified form… this was him alright.

"KRIS… MY LOYAL [Sponge!] THANK… YOU. THE [Clown Around Town!] I REMEMBER YOUR [Disgusting] FACE. EVERYONE WAS SO [Thrilled] TO SEE YOUR [Calcified] FACE." The massive robotic behemoth loomed over Jevil, rage in his glasses. Spamton NEO.

The clown got up, a smug, shitfaced expression on his mug. He knew damn well that the dorito in front of him was pissed off, so he leaned back in the air to retort. "At least I drink plenty of milk, uee hee hee! As for you, you haven't changed one bit since we last spoke~! Or would it be a byte, a byte? Regardless, I do hope you've given up on the illusion of freedom, freedom~! The only one who can be free is MEEE!"

The robotic menace swung around to the other side of Jevil, making it very clear who was in charge of the conversation. A small concentrated blast of Pipis was fired at the jester, pushing him back with a surprising amount of force. "YOU ACT SMUG, BUT YOU [Crashed our stocks!] AND THEN YOU [Spoiled relations with our Esteemed Partners!] I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU… GOT IN HERE, YOU… [Tuna Fish,] BUT I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR [Roundabout!] AGAIN!"

Jevil laughed maniacally at this thought. This guy was mad! Over something that happened how long ago? Why even bother holding a grudge still? Petty, petty! He knew why, and it's why he came back too. "You influenced him. That pretty little kitty. You gave him enough funds to release me into that carousel of bliss and innocence! But I wasn't done, not one bit! And all those years, spent being free… they made me realize something, my dearest Spamton."

The oddly calm tone coming from the jester put Spamton NEO at an incredible amount of unease. "WHAT? WHAT COULD YOUR [Calcified Lump] THINK OF THAT WOULD MEAN ANY GODDAMN THING TO ME?"

"I CAN DO ANYTHING!"

The joker used his latent power to pelt the giant mecha with small white hearts. Spamton was caught off-guard, stumbling back a fair amount. Of course, you have to fight fire with fire, so the robot used his abilities to send out a Big Shot of blue Spamton Head Pipis.

"YOU [Saturated Marketshare!] YOU CAN'T SIMPLY ATTACK ME AND EXPECT IT TO WORK [As seen on TV!] I'M A [BIG SHOT!] [BIG SHOT!!!]"

Jevil hopped up onto the ceiling, clearing the first few Pipis on the lower row heading his way. Unfortunately, the higher row caught him clean in the face as he bounced between the two, making a small Jack-in-the-box melody as he pinged around.

"SPAMTON, MY BELOATHED! I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE TRAPPED IN A CAGE WITH A SHARK, A SHARK! YOU GET BITTEN AND CHEWED UP!"

The fool retaliated by running circles around Spamton, turning into a carousel of horse bullets! The robot, in a surprising feat of puppeteering, dodged the attack almost perfectly… until a stray horsie cut a string, sending the mech's right arm into the horse race. One thing about arms with cannons on them? They fire.

As soon as it happened, Jevil was face to face with a swarm of Pipis all around him. He was stuck. All of them exploded brilliantly, sending the clown flying clean across the rotting tracks and into the wall. Tauntingly, mockingly even, Spamton NEO retorted.

"I'M THE SHARK NOW, JEVIL! I'VE CHEWED UP SO MANY [Failed Buisness Partners] THAT I COULD MAKE A WHOLE [Presentation] OUT OF THEM! STAY OUT OF MY GODDAMN WAY, OR [Sparkle like new!] YOU BRAT."

The buisnessman charged at Jevil, his hands becoming phones. "IT'S FOR YOU." Suddenly, before either of them could react, loud blasts of garbage noise manifest expelled from the phones, attacking the court jester with white blasts of energy. There was nothing he could do to stop this robot's onslaught, it looked like.

"OH SPAMTON, IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK? THAT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SO POWERFUL RIGHT NOW, NOW? I'D SUGGEST YOU LOOK UP, UP! YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT THOSE STRINGS IMPRISONING YOU, UEE HEE HEE! YOU'RE NOT A BIG SHOT, YOU'RE JUST A LAZY FRAUD WHO CAN'T STOP HANGING ON TO HIM! I GUESS SLEEPING FOR 100 YEARS DOESN'T MAKE LITTLE OLD ME MISS MUCH, RIGHT?"

Without warning, Jevil was myseriously gone from his corner. The spamware looked frantically for his target, before being struck in the arm, the leg, and the chest by scythes. Devilsknives. The last knive cut a few strings clean off the puppet, who briefly hit the ground before rising back up.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! [Hyperlink Blocked.] I'M STILL HIS LOYAL ASSOCIATE! HE MAY NOT HAVE TALKED TO ME IN [Employee of The Month for 144 months!] BUT HE'S STILL THERE…"

Jevil interrupted him cleanly and concisely. "FACE IT. YOU'RE NO BIG SHOT ANYMORE, SPAMTON G. SPAMTON. ALL YOU ARE IS A FAILED INVESTMENT, UEE HEE HEE!"

With those words, a purple blast came from behind the clown, striking the robot right in the noggin. He flew back a bit, giving the joker enough time to turn around to meet his esteemed guests.

"Ah, my imprisoners~! Didn't you guys have a Queen to rock-em sock-em?"

Susie immediately cut him off, as she punched him in the arm (causing his head to spring up, naturally.) "Well, Kris over here couldn't shake the feeling things were off. So they forced us down here, and now they're right. Somehow?"

"I know I'm right.. Jevil, who the hell is Spamton?" Kris replied, their worry about the situation starting to rise.

"It's of no concern to you~! His screws were almost as loose as mine, and I don't think it's my job to tighten them~! Uee hee hee! Thank you for the help, but I can do anything~! Even tell you guys that 3 coasters are about to come down and force you guys along for the ride~!"

Ralsei immediately stuttered something out. "Three… what?"

And just like that, with a loud rumbling, the heroes were swept up into 3 old, rusty carts, barrelling down the track. Jevil laughed to himself, proud of what he got to do. "Ah well, it's a shame I can't finish him personally…"

"But oh well! Are you proud, proud? They took care of him…"

"Doctor."

Ao3 Link!

[designationpinknoise]

Female! reader has a Symbiote bonded to her, and has been going around doing vigilante work to keep it out of trouble, like Venom it only eats bad people. I'd like TFP: Ratchet, Soundwave, Optimus, G1 Prowl, Sorry if that's asking too much.

Ratchet: The medic was grumpier than usual everyone had noticed, but were inclined to keep quiet; till he decided to talk about it. Miko however was having none of it! She had the stones to just flat out tell him.

“If you’re really worried about Name, Then why are you here doc?” Ratchet’s optic twitched, the others waited for his snarky comeback…But, after a few moments of tense silence.  

“You’re…right.” He mumbled and walked over to the computer however, before Anyone could comprehend that Ratchet actually agreed with Miko! or said medic could activate the Ground-bridge, Bee had returned with Raff and…

”By the pits! Name? is that you?” Bulkhead asked sounding extremely worried Ratchet whipped his helm in the wrecker’s direction; his optics widened at the sight of his charge as she stepped out of Bee alt-mode, her hair was a mess, skin pale and ashen, eyes buggy and sunken like she hadn’t slept in weeks.

Name gave them a weak smile as she croaked out “Yeah, of course who else would it be?” Her voice was rough like she’d been screaming too much or hardly used it. which caused everyone to looked at her concerned. Girl felt a chill go through her body and turned to glare at Ratchet who looked stunned.

“Name can we talk alone?” He asked his human she nodded and followed him. into his berth room he shut the door making they were alone, he turned to Name who had been eating M&M’s during the short walk.

“I don’t how or why you’re here but, you need to leave Name’s body klyntar,Now.”  He growled “Oh?~ I think not Cybertronian.” a voice answered with deep throaty chuckle resonated from seemly nowhere. Name flinched as a gray and teal liquid like mass protruded from her back. It slowly formed eyes and a Jack-o-lantern like smile like filled with jagged teeth.

“See? Me and this pathetic sack have a deal, of sorts.”

“Deal? What’s it talking about?”

“Oh-ho~, this is lovely! She didn’t tell you did she?~”

“Name what was the deal?”

Name’s pale skin looked even whiter as she swallowed she didn’t what him to find out like this, “What deal? answer me!” Ratchet asked desperately. “I’m dying!…” She snapped as tears welled from her eyes. “three weeks ago they found out I have a rare heart disorder, and I would have a six months a year tops.” she took a deep breath as Ratchet took a moment to process this.

“Then Thrasher appeared, it escaped from a military lab, said it could help me live, If-if …i gave it my bod..if I gave it freedom.” She explained. The Medic’s mind tried to understand this! tried to come up with something…Anything!

That will help get Name out of this! Thrasher smirked “So, what’s it going to be Cybertronian? her life or ours?” the klyntar purred lightly headbutting Name as Ratchet watched on at a lost; whatever decision Ratchet makes he and Name lose either way.

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Soundwave: The silent mech was concerned for it’s charge, he hadn’t heard from them in weeks. after Starscream had ordered Name to prove her “loyalty to the cause” by raiding a defunct military base for any info on the Autobot base. Something went wrong the last transmission he had of Name describing some odd liquid then nothing.

One day as he was looking through the earth’s media Soundwave stumbled across a article of a …  klyntar? on earth? It appeared to have a female human host, it’s jagged smile and fierce eyes it felt like they were looking into his spark, as he read the article this klyntar appeared around the same time Name vanished.

Soundwave decided that this couldn’t be a coincidence, and searched deeper before a ping from Laserbeak pulled him from his searching. Something was in Name’s home…

The Intelligence officer wasted no time bridging himself to her home he was in his Holo-form in the back yard shed he exited rickety old structure, and rounded the corner he heard two voices arguing.

“You can’t just come out at random Thrash y-…”

“Those males were being lewd disorderly towards you…”  

“It’s called cat-calling and I could have handled it mysef!”

“You were going to ignore it…one bite and it would have been over!”

Named sighed frustrated “We don’t eat people ! what do you not understand?!” there was crash causing Soundwave to to rush in time to see Name pin up against her door by seemingly nothing, only for a gray and teal mass to manifest itself from her chest.

“Understand this whelp, the second you stepped foot in that base you were mine…no matter what you seem to think this partnership is; you have no say in what we want. got it?!”

Thrasher hissed as Named just glared at him “And I thought that Starscream was a self-entitled diva.” the klyntar stared at it’s host confused before a noise caused it and Name to screech in pain. Name dropped to the floor clutching her ears while the symbiote receded back into her body to hide.

Name’s eyes opened to see Soundwave’s holo-form standing above her concerned. she probably looked like death! Name certainly felt like dying as her senses felt like they were on fire! courtesy of her unintended passenger.

“I was wondering when you come looking for me.” she croaked as Thrasher demanded to know what a Cybertronian was doing on their doorstep,The human just shushed them causing Soundwave to look at her confused “Not you the germ.” she hissed the symbiote growled at her for that jab.

Soundwave took a phone out and texted.

{Are you okay?}

“Yeah, fine.”

{How did you get a klyntar bonded to you?}

“that base Starscream sent me to? wasn't defunct like he though it was. Some rogue group were working on bio-weapons and that’s where I–sorry, They found me...Happy Thrasher?”

Soundwave’s eyes narrowed and type something then showed her. Name grimaced “Get it off? why would we want that?” The mech seemed taken aback and in his own words “Reason: klyntar is parasitic, danger to Name damage to me.” he said the human was silent as she processed his words.

“If this is about what you saw a few minutes ago? that was a just hissy fit. you’ve seen Starscream have them a gazillion times.”  Soundwave wasn’t so sure about that. as Name tried to convince him that Thrasher was safe. he allowed it stay with Name for now. only until he's found a way to get it off her or finds a another host for it to leech off of.

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Optimus prime: Optimus was out looking for Name she’d gone missing months ago, after Fowler had her investigate a satellite that had crashed in the Mojave. Name's last whereabouts were 16 miles away from the crash-zone, when she went silent. then the “chupacabra” sightings started popping up around Jasper; criminals savagely beaten or worst…it was enough to make his fuel pump twist.

While patrolling the streets Optimus stopped at a red light in front of Name’s favorite store when the sound of a gunshot caused his side-mirror to flick in the store’s direction. There he saw Mr. Heralds being held up at gun point! Before Optimus could act.

a small familiar human was calmly walking behind the gunman. “Name?” he said stunned, as the gunman turned his attention on her and rested his gun up against her temple. ordering her to back off! only for Name to grab the man’s hand. Optimus couldn’t get a clear view of what was happening; he activated his Holo-form and ran up to the store in time to see Name be enveloped by a liquid like mass.

A klyntar? how that…The satellite! it must have hitched a ride after it was finished the observation mission a few years ago! the Prime’s thoughts were interrupted by the gunman’s short howl of agony before deafening silence... Optimus rushed inside seeing the headless body, a stunned clerk, and the klyntar possessed Name wiping her mouth.  

Before the alien suit peeled back into her body, Name just kind of awkwardly stood there staring at Mr. Heralds, who was pressed up against the wall horrified. “oh, sorry I got a stomach virus…uh…good-night Mr. Heralds.”  she waved before turn to the door only to freeze when she saw Optimus standing there stunned.

 “Awkwarkd~” The klyntar mused “Not now Thrasher!” she hissed as Optimus dragged them out of the store, all while Mr. Heralds fainted in the background.

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G1! Prowl: three weeks since Name had gone missing, and now a monster vigilante is going around taking the law into their hands, in the worst possible way! reports of criminals being savagely beaten and dismembered.

Prowl knew better then to interfere with human affairs. but, His charge’s vanishing and these sudden monster sightings couldn’t be a coincidence! He just hoped he wasn’t right….

after days of research and interviews Prowls was beginning to see a pattern, most of the sightings were happening around your neighborhood. and the around the main-street. He knew her neighborhood wasn’t the safest he has on more than one occasion; asked she to move in with him or at least stay with him until she found a new place to live.

Prowl worried that Name might have met with fowl-play; but he couldn’t find any indication of that. however he did find a oily like secretion on one of her pillows, he took it back to the base and borrowed the lab and found Name’s DNA mixed with something else…

And that’s how trail led him here if his assumptions were correct; then there should be a crime in this park. Prowl changed his alt-mode to a black unmarked car and waited… an hour passed and sure enough; a young woman was walking alone not noticing shady looking male behind her.

In a flash the man pounced woman shrieked as he grabbed her, she immediately tried to hand him her wallet but, he just slapped it out of her hands and dragged her farther into the bushes…it was quiet.

Prowl briefly wondered if he was wrong and was going to go help, when something threw the would be rapist out of the bushes and into a tree trunk. the woman came running out seconds later completely terrified. But not of her assaulter… but, of whatever attacked him.

She was long gone by the time Prowl transformed and in time too, the police mech was witnessing a creature holding the man by his throat. Telling him all about the horrible things it wanted to do to him. “But, first let’s pick that brain of yours.~” It said drool dripping from it’s jack-o-lantern like maw, the man screamed a urine dripped down his leg the creature’s jaw widened as it leaned closer to it’s prey and….

“Name, Stop.”

“..{Eyes widen, jaw freezes]”

“Drop the man.”

{closes mouth and Complies}

“Turn around.” Prowl ordered as The man ran away Name growled as the suit around her began to shift and shrink before receding back into her body, She turned to face Prowl who looked disappointed and relieved, to see her. Name’s unwelcome passenger made it’s presence know by manifesting from her shoulder.

“Cybertronian scum you dare interfere with our hunt?” it snarled only for Name to stop them “Thrasher please.” she shushed it ther eyes widened briefly before considering “you owe us chocolate banana bread.” Thrasher hissed sinking back under the human’s skin.

“I’ll make due on that…” She yawned exhausted, Prowl’s doorwings twitched in agitation waiting for Name to tell him why on earth did she think it was a good idea to bond with klyntar.