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!]

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[my_own_trope]

[His wings are folded flat along his back, but at least he stands up, and good job Starscream, that's very brave of you. And look, he's taking tentative steps now toward the centre of that large hand and everything until he's roughly equidistant from any edge. ]

I'll just, um, stay here then, shall I?

[second_primespark]

[a shake of his helm.]

If you'd wish to end the conversation, I can let you down. But I find it's usually easier to converse when you're somewhat closer... And given your unfortunate situation, I'd have to lend assistance.

[unlike if Starscream still had his transformation cog.]

[my_own_trope]

[He flinches when that helm is shook, because D: movement! But then relaxes when nothing more horrible happens. Like clapping. That would have been pretty horrible.]

Or you could give me a new Tcog.

and then there were miracles on d_m :|

[second_primespark]

[...]

A temporary solution, at best.

[but why not indulge him? it won't matter elsewhere, and perhaps he'll realize he shouldn't ask for what he really wouldn't want, since with a small taste again...]

But if that's what you want, certainly.

[just stand still Starscream. one finger bends inwards, the tip of of coming up to rest against Starscream's back and there's a briefly sharp, warm feeling spearing inwards before it disappears.]

Welp. You've made a (temporary) believer out of Starscream!

[my_own_trope]

[He flinches again at the contact, and then at the heat, but straightens his posture when it turns out he isn't in fact combusting.

Touching his side, he looks up.]

Is that it?

[Wow. If that was all it'd take, he'd have turned to religion A LONG TIME AGO.]

Miracles can do that, even temporary ones~

[second_primespark]

Here, yes.

[a helmtilt.]

You're free to try it out.

[now, question is, is Starscream actually listening to him? otherwise he's going to be very disappointed when he realizes his new transformation cog only works in this place.]

[my_own_trope]

[RECYCLED TRANSFORMING SOUND-EFFECTS]

Ah...

[And guess what? It worked]

...Aha...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[The tiny jet in Primus's hand takes off, the sound of his engine drowning out his almost deliriously ecstatic laugh.

Spinning, Starscream banks sharply and then loops a few times in wide arcs around Primus's head.]

[second_primespark]

[yes, it did.

and it's hard to not take some enjoyment from Starscream's obvious delight, even if the Seeker will end up regretting this.]

You've done remarkably well even without a transformation cog.

[since, truly, they were instrinstic, as was the ability to transform.]

[my_own_trope]

[He does another grandiose, complex string of aerial acrobatics too elaborate to be for anything other than show, before perching on a finial near Primus's auditory array, hovering gently.]

It was beyond terrible. But. [and here he radiates the itty bittiest waves of pure smugness] Of course I did well. It'll take more than the meddling of some band of primitives to deactivate me.