the mundane is biting off more than easily handled here

[second_primespark]

While I'm impressed by your... initiative, and always willing to listen, my schedule is full. I really don't have the time to spare to converse with you and others in this metaphysical in-between.

If certain individuals get the idea I might not be vigliant... or can be traced by my presence here to my actual location, things would end badly.

[like they've done before, even if it's usually ended well.]

[truth to be told, though, he's just annoyed he got woke---]

Quiet, you. That being true or not, I'm not in the mood. I was preparing a whole new reality, and it has now been unaccountably delayed.

[he's just cranky this early in the morning, pay him no heed. he's a gentle sort, really!]

Comments

[aerospacecommander]

I don't believe in you.

[second_primespark]

You and many others, Starscream. Fortunately, I don't require belief to sustain my existence.

[aerospacecommander]

So then ... let's talk about how I'm the chosen one. Do I get the matrix?

[second_primespark]

[ah, yes. it was this one.]

No, Starscream. That's not what your spark is destined for.

[hope you don't mind being gently plucked right out of the sky and held up closer to his faceplates, little Seeker.]

It's both more singular, important, and far more terrible than wielding the Matrix.

[aerospacecommander]

[Why does everyone always have to pick him up?!]

... does this mean that I'm sacrifice to something?

[second_primespark]

[because this is the preorgative and privilege of those who are larger than you are. on the upside, you're not special in this regard?]

In a manner of speaking, yes. But everybody sacrifices all the time, as well.

[probably wouldn't have liked it, but presently the facts surrounding that reality is a bit... hazy.]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. LOUD NOISES. (I'm sorry)

[my_own_trope]

[He might not really believe in you, but here you are, and you look as solid as any other victim to whine at.]

Why does he receive your favour? I deserve to be chose too!

THAT'S OKAY, NEITHER DO I. (Don't be)

[second_primespark]

[oh, these Starscreams. he'll just rest his chin in one hand and you're probably lucky he's not that annoyed any more.]

You would claim his possible responsibilities, whatever... favour they might come with, when you have no idea what he was supposed to do?

[and since it possibly involved throwing himself at Unicron...]

His being chosen does not in any way reflect upon you, Starscream. You're neither more, nor less, valuable than he is because of that.

[settle down, little Seeker. you haven't been metaphysically insulted just because of a lack of being "chosen". but for someone who wanted to be a Prime, maybe it's to be expected.]

My default RP state

[my_own_trope]

[Meanwhile, he'll just be down here, being, you know, the sulkiest dust speck around your vague toe area]

He didn't seem so upset about being chosen.

[Pfft, you mean the figments of Megatron's imagination? Bring it. Intangible pretend enemies are his favourite kind]

I am however, less chosen.

[You could have picked anyone. You chose a librarian.]

[aerospacecommander]

You can have Sunstorm.

[ex_dishonestly997]

Unfortunately, it looks like we're all here at mundane sufferance... Primus.

[oh man oh man play it cool]

If you find a way to convince them to stop, let me know, I could use it.

[second_primespark]

It may be taxing on the patience, but as long as this has no negative consequences [... well, besides the one he already lodged a complaint about] I see no reason to not indulge.

There will, after all only be one to blame should this foray have an unfortunate end.

[but nevermind that. if he's read the streams correctly, this should not have any negative affect. as such... well. if he's awake, he's awake, right?]

I do believe there is, but you might find it hard to invoke it, since it usually involves the words "boredom", "lost interest", or "it went silent on me".

[gentle amusement here; he might be a bit... short of temper when woken up, but after that? he's got quite the reservoir of patience for most things.]

[ex_dishonestly997]

Hn. No negative consequences is a good way to look at it. And you're taking it well. Going to use the time to convince them to home you somewhere?

[excellent no smiting. That means he can relax, too. Chilling with gods is stressful okay]

Alright, granted, I'm not the type to shut up easy. or be boring. I'll just have to put up with her for now.

[second_primespark]

Going somewhere? Doubtful. There are other things hold her long-term attention, which is for the best, for my mundane as well as myself.

Either way, few, if any, places would... hm, fit me.

[yes, he's so very funny.

and the only ones who get smited are the Fallen, Unicron, and... well, Starscream and Megatron/Galvatron as needed. not randomly and with no reason.]

Indeed. [he's not smiling. nope, and also perfectly sincere (he's a god, he can do these things).] And usually few things rely on what we do, so much as what goes on for the mundane to decide whether our presence stays or not.

[ex_dishonestly997]

Oh. Yes. You'd need to be... Hm. Powered down considerably.

[nervously cracking a couple joints, still.]

She's... easily influenced. I can't speak for yours.

DADDY

[spacetimeprime]

-Creator?

[OF ALL THE PEOPLE HE'S EVER EXPECTED TO SEE IN THIS PLACE you were not one of them excuse him while he just quickly grabs his composure back]

Ah. These mundanes have no understanding for such matters. They mean no harm, truely.

[note he didn't say something along the lines of forgiving them...]

COME HERE, SWEETLING. DO YOU WANT A HUG?

[second_primespark]

Vector.

[don't worry, he'll give you that moment. as long as you need, really now that he's awake and all.]

They reach, and don't quite understand what they channel, no. [but then, that's happened with his own children, and that can be his fault as well as his pride.

ALSO THIS IS KIND OF AWKWARD LIKE ALWAYS let him just sit down and offer a hand to you. come here, Vector.]

I seem to have been incorrect in my fear either way, since nothing that happens here can truly affect things elsewhere. But enough about that.

[helmtilt.]

How are you dealing with a part of your essence caught like this?

[he might be busy most of the time sleeping, but he's got the time, now... so he's certainly going to take the time to ask.]

ALWAYS AND THEN MAYBE CAN WE GO PLAY BALL??

[spacetimeprime]

[this isn't exactly something that he predicted via Time, but to his credit, he doesn't take long to adjust. Vector's quick to take that hand, utterly at ease in standing upon the palm of Primus.]

Not directly, Creator. The nature of this Quadwal is...strange.

[and coming from him, that's saying something. he sees a /lot/.]

As is being caught here. But I have the...benefit...of being familiar with certain concepts. [such as being considered a fictional entity and all that.] I manage.

IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, THEN CERTAINLY

[second_primespark]

[somethings are just beyond the possibility to predict, no matter one's individual power, but quick to accept that hand or not, he's always gratified to have the opportunity.

in this place or elsewhere.]

The rules are different, yes. Which means no matter our power elsewhere [a small smile, because at least this means this reality, governed by its own rules, is safe from anything that does not belong (like Unicron).] here, we have to bend.

Which you do seem to have managed well, yes. [a shake of his helm as he raises his palm slightly higher, the cupping instinctual.] But being familiar with the concepts and rules or not, Vector, you shouldn't sell yourself short.

I'm quite certain you've managed as well as you have because of yourself, advantages or not.

YAY BEST DAD

[spacetimeprime]

[speaking with Primus is always a pleasure for him, even when matters are grave. but these ones are hardly so. so he nods in agreement, balancing himself in the hand with the ease of experience as Primus raises him.

he does manage to look modest, though, bowing with an arm before him.]

I am as you created me.

[which is his way of saying 'thanks dad ;n;']

[idle_time]

...Are you my mummy?

[second_primespark]

Hmm. Terminology fitting or not; yes, Wreck-Gar, I am.

[idle_time]

We're not worthy! We're not worthy!

[second_primespark]

[That's not how this works, Wreck-Gar. Have a smile and a hand offered.]

Even if you weren't, that has no bearing on where you come from. Either way, it is what you choose, not your beginnings, that truly matter.

[idle_time]

[Wreck-Gar will smile and climb into the hand.]

The power is ours?