|A large, dusky purple jet Transformer floats into the area. It's been…|
Oct. 24th, 2008 @ 11:49 pm
"...I have a friend who was created for combat," says a soft voice from the shadow of the sign. "She asks Primus for situations where she can fight."
Jetstorm twists slowly in the air until he's half-facing the shadow. He doesn't look at whomever might be hiding there directly. "Why?"
Ruby optics peek at him cautiously, their expression gentle and a little fearful. "So... so that she can fulfill her purpose without displeasing him."
Jetstorm's wings tense. 'Do not displease Him, Jets.'
"I served at the behest of a god once." A pause, and lightning flickers between the horns of his crown. "It does not suit me now."
There's a soft gasp of intakes, and the optics withdraw as their owner tries to get his processor out of panic and run mode.
He glances sidelong at the frightened Transformer. What-?
Oh, the lightning. Jetstorm's pale blue optics dim. "Be at ease. It won't jump beyond my own skin."
"I... I know about the AV feild, too. But I was created with a glitch that makes me afraid of everything. I'm working on it.
He smiles and turns to look at the other jet full-on for the first time. "I- Silverbolt- I was created afraid of heights once. A jet with a fear of heights. Heh."
(( And I need to go to sleep. Will be back for more tomorrow. ))
The purple Seeker peeks again, optics rueful now as he confirms, "I'm afraid of that too."
Then he tilts his head. "Silverbolt? I'm Bob."((good sleep!))
He smiles at the purple flyer's admission to also being afraid of heights. He's trying for a comforting, 'it will be all right' smile, but he's not sure how successful he is.
"Bob? Interesting name." Jetstorm settles a bit lower in the air, floating closer to the ground.
"My name... isn't Silverbolt anymore. I'm Jetstorm."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Bob ducks with embarrassment, but then reaches out to Primus for strength and makes himself come out of his cover a little more. "My friend Hormah gave it to me when she and our other friend first brought me to the sanctuary of Primus where I live... she says I scream like SpongeBob Squarepants."
"You couldn't have known." Jetstorm studies Bob now that he can see the other jet more clearly. The purple jet looks rather like a stylized Seeker, he decides. Interesting.
"You are a follower of Primus?"
"I'm learning to be a servant." He nods. "I want to help Hormah and Auspex."
"Why?" He tilts his head, asking which thing Jetstorm's asking about.
"Why are you learning to be a servant?"
"Primus has been helping me for all the life that I can remember," says the purple Seeker softly. "He's my friend, and the people that I love most also serve him."
A slight shrug. "It makes me happy."
Primus is Bob's friend? Jetstorm looks rather dubious of this, but doesn't question. "Well. I suppose if it does that..."
Bob replies to the look instead of the words.
"He saved my life... and now he's teaching me how to live. He's given me friends and family." He gives the faintest hint of a shy smile. "Yes. He's my friend."
Jetstorm floats closer to Bob, looking at the other mech curiously. "Teaching you how to live? To overcome your fear?"
"Yes." The purple Seeker looks back with quiet earnestness.
"Yes." Peace shows in his optics, strong in the midst of the fearfulness.
If Jetstorm was a touchy-feely kind of guy, this would call for a soft hug.
Which would probably freak Bob out.
"That's good." He smiles softly. "That's very good."
Bob's agreement is silent and uneffusive.
Then he tilts his head. "But... he's not a god."
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