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|Date of Scene=2014/09/09
|Location=Njorun Station - Central Plaza
|Synopsis=Bluer and Marrik talk while both recover from Sarracinea's attack at the Caves of Prophecy.
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|Cast of Characters=492, 541
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Physically Marrik was fine. His wounds had been patched and healed, so there wasn't much else that could be done outside of rest. Yet metaphysically he felt hollow. The one time he had tried using his magic not even his sight would open. This wasn't the first time it had happened, so he was confident it would return. Until then he simply walked along in a random park in this continent spanning chunk of Njorun. His face looked older, worn and tired. Yesterday still ate at him.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blurr was feeling a little bit guilty about the incident at the Caverns of Prophecy. He isn't used to working with humans or human-sized people, really. It's only been recently that he's started to work with the Union more. And even then, most of the time he's with other Cybertronians, up against other Cybertronians.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he decides to pay Marrik a visit to see how he's doing, and if there's anything he can do to speed the guy's recovery. The man would find the famliar hover speeder moving through the trees, its engines humming lowly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Ah, wondered where you got off to." Marrik's smile was genuine even though his voice tired sounding. "Really should thank you for backing me back there. Would've been embarrassing to lose a chunk of rock like that to some spoiled rich brat that took daddy's toys out to play." Eyeroll as he approached the cybertronian. His walk was slow and he seemed to actually be using his staff to walk with rather than prop or magic tool.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The hover speeder stops at the sound of his voice. "Don't worry about it, I happened to be in the area." He's so fast anyway, he can get practically anywhere in a rather small amount of time. "You doing all right?" Blurr asks, concerned. "You look exhausted."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>There was a sigh from Marrik as he looked at Blurr appraisingly. "Could just say its being on empty to the point even basic casting is beyond me, but that's only part of it." He leaned against his staff as he tried thinking of the right words. "You saw what I summoned to try scarring her into giving up right?" Basically a tornado of souls whipped along by the storm Blurr created along with a dozen or so zombies to act as shock troops.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Uh kind of." Blurr says tentatively. "I saw it but I wasn't actually sure what it was. Where did they come from, anyway?" He asks, curious. The hovercraft start to unfold at this, metal plates shifting and gears turning in a cacophony of mechanical sounds as the Autobot shifts into a form more conducive to conversation. "I just figured whatever it was, it was effective."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"They had been there before either of us," Marrik looked up at Blurr's face now that there was a face to look up at. "My magic merely made the spirits visible, and those that wanted a more physical hand I'd guided into bodies that had escaped cleanup." A head toss and he ran a hand through his hair. "Most didn't seem interested in helping, but... If I'd wanted I could have made them anyway. Part of me tells me I should have given how kabbom everything went. Rest of me's remminding me how bad a road that'd be to go down."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, so they were invisible before?" Blurr asks. He doesn't really understand the whole spirits thing, because it isn't really a thing where he's from. "Interesting." He starts to lean against a tree that ends up not being strong enough to hold his weight, and quickly gets off of it when it bends and groans. "So you can control them?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Can," Marrik's voice was flat. "Don't though." His head shook as Blurr tried leaning on thing and thing didn't like it. "It'd be like a kid grabbing you, then make you transform, or get stuck in a strange between state, or worse because they could."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blurr nods. "Understood." Since the trees can't seem to take his size, he decides to simply sit down on the grass with a THUMP. Now he can look at Marrik's face much more easily. "So what planet are you from, anyway?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Marrik shrugged as he tried finding a good way to look up at Blurr without neck strain. "We just called it earth, but it's not like most. No United States, or China, or the like." He explained as he dredged through old history texts. "So far as we know there are three true continents, seven large islands, a lot of little islands, and four moons' Green, Blue, Yellow, Red, and Brown. Each named for the physical elements, even if we know they are all rock, and likely are dead worldlets. Poetry and song though." Another shrug. "I'd wondered what it would be like."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Huh, an Earth with four moons, interesting." Blurr muses. "They must be pretty small, unless yours is bigger than the one I know." He leans over as far as he comfortably can, so that Marrik doesn't have to strain his neck too hard. "You want to find out? I could give you a ride." he smirks.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Marrik looked at Blurr curiously. Could he? Maybe, sure why not? He's a big giant space robot. "Maybe when I'm feeling more like me?" His voice was cautious, not wanting to offend. "I didn't get much more than a basic astronomy lessons. Sun, Seasons, Navigation Constellations. How the five planets go." He rattled off these things he'd learned way back when his dad insisted he get an education to bring back and help teach others with. "I dunno. Supposedly before the war they'd sent things out there, but as is? They were just dots to me mostly."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sure, you just let me know when you feel ready and I'll see if I can't make time for it." Blurr nods. "Well you probably know now that there's a lot more to outer space than just that. One little star system is among millions more. And even more now, after the Unification."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Soft laughter. "Oh we guessed at what was out there, least as best we could. It's just farm boy middle of bush country nowhere so didn't really get much more than 'here you go this is what the night sky is. Moving on." Marrik walked over to pat one of Blurr's shins. "So what about your home?" He was mildly curious about a world that could spawn giant metal men.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Heh. They weren't too concerned with it, it seems." Blurr comments. "So I take it there were a lot of bushes out there?" He asks, not really understanding the saying.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Marrik's final comment, he just shakes his head. "Tch. What about my home?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I lived in grasslands near a great sea. Kinda flat mostly but I'd heard of other places I wanted to visit. What of your world, what is it like?" Marrik had no idea about cybertron, and just figured Blurr was from a place like earth that somehow had giant machines.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well it's dead, for one thing." Blurr replies, producing a sound from his synthesizer that is akin to a sigh. "And crawling with malformed insectoid experiments who try to eat whatever or whoever happens to cross paths with them. I went back there recently, and let's just say I don't care to go back again any time soon. Though I might have to, anyway."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Marrik blinked slowly. A dead world eaten by bugs. In his mind's eye he pictures a place with its seas dried up and its winds stilled over dried and cracked plains. That is what the cult had hoped to turn his world intp. "If you must go back I will do what I can."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Heh, well if you do, you might need to find some way of protecting yourself from the environment there. It's not exactly nice." Blurr cautions. "And of course wait until you've fully recovered from this." He stands up. "Well it was good talking to you, Marrik. I'm glad you'll be back to yourself soon. And uh, next time I'll try to be a little more considerate of whoever I'm working with. I guess I'm just not used to working with organics."<br> <br>


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