Scene #613: Looking Out

Owner	Pose
Optimus Prime	Waves crash along the mass of islands. Roads cross from place to place spanning over the great ocean that is the ever growing Multiverse. Even a few waves rise up and slam into the roadways, crashing white foam of water onto the roadways. Yet this is simply perhaps the way of things. A red semi rolls across one of such highways. The red paint job showing a touch of wear from the countless battles it has been through. The windows reflecting the ever setting sun off in the distance and even the clouds that roam across the peaceful blue sky. Within frequency bands play of different emergency stations, random Union chatter, and even his own home base. Though at one point the operator-less semi truck almost debates to turn it over to music, but seems to think better of it. Not far up ahead though is a small town between more major destinations. It was a good enough place as any to stop in really. The small town had what you would expect from an ocean side place, including a few bars, a gas station, some fishing locations, probably a school-- a few small town homes. Just a nice quiet little place. It is here that this semi truck actually pulls up to a rather quiet outcrop with some parking lanes heading down to a rather quiet beach below. It just-- parks there, seeming to be pointing toward the setting sun. It would be so easily to pass it up as a person, because nothing gives it away that it isn't a normal car. Beyond perhaps the different murmurings of the radio within and the lack of-- well-- what seems like anyone. By this point if someone was to go by, they would think the driver left the keys in the ignition or something!
Bitter Medicine	The sun is a strange thing. It illuminates the sky and all of the world, yet there are no wires. It floats of its own accord, with no scaffolding or supports there to hold it up. How big is the bulb producing that light? What's the filament made of? Is it electric, or is it some home-grown thing, like a glowing fungus? Who put it there? The man pondering these and many more questions stands stoically upon the shore of the beach, squinting. He knows enough not to look directly at it--they told him it'd be dangerous to do that even after the light adjustment training. His heavy earrings reflect the light as he bends down to touch the water. It seems so inefficient to have all of it just sitting here, without being piped towards some treatment plant. The rumble of a semi draws his attention, and he stands, looking over his shoulder. Looks to be a mortal transport of some kind. The figure on the beach waits for someone to get out, but it doesn't seem like anyone will. "Hello?" he asks. Maybe it's an automaton. The figure buttons his coat back up, concealing the jumpsuit beneath--best to look sharp.
Blurr	Another empty vehicle moves up near the large semi, this one a slick high-tech blue hover speeder that kind of looks out of place in a little town like this one. But maybe not so much, after all, this is the Multiverse, and the Multiverse is filled with strange things! Plenty of worlds have that kind of technology, so it's as good a disguise as any, right? Right. So really, if there's any rationale for keeping his Cybertronian alt form, Blurr's using it because obviously it looks the best.
Guest Anivia	The Multiverse was breathing new life and vigor into the ancient Cryophoenix. She has seen so much, after so many eons of life. She witnessed her home planet end and begin anew in a glorious cycle... multiple times. She has lived countless of lifetimes... and about the millionth time she was reincarnated, things begin to seem a bit familiar. On her home world, before the Summoners of Runeterra ever summoned her, Anivia was convinced she has seen almost all that her world had to offer. Quite a claim, certainly... but when you're an great immortal bird, capable of flying anywhere you want and having all the time in eternity... perhaps it wasn't such a far-fetched claim when it comes to the Cryophoenix. Runeterra was certainly a start... but... not even the world of Summoners and Champions could cast a shadow on the Multiverse. Anivia has seen, learned and (best of all) tasted so many new things since arriving at the Multiverse. Several things she witnessed she had convinced herself impossible ages ago. For the first time in a long time, Anivia felt out of her element. Confused, unsure, lost and perhaps in over her head... which felt amazing! So many new discoveries to find, new civilizations and species to study, and new culture to absorb! To an immortal like Anivia, this means she was as giddy as a child in a Candy Store. Perhaps it was coincidence, or fate, that the Cryophoenix happened to be nearby when Optimus Prime, Bitter Medicine and Blurr all bump into each other. The Cryophoenix was flying overhead, her frozen wings sending gusts of freezing air through the wind as she seems to chase the setting sun. Anivia has been flying for almost 2 days straight now, and was just starting to feel some mild fatigue... perhaps it would be best to rest for a few minutes? High above, Anivia turns her glowing avian eyes down the ground, quickly scanning the area for a place to land. It was only after she circled the skies above a few times before the Cryophoenix noticed a perfect perching point, some large abandoned vehicle with the perfect view of the setting sun, almost by design. With a series of flaps from her wings, Anivia descends from the skies. Unless Optimus does something quickly to frighten her away, she would gracefully land on top of the Truck's cab, taking care that her talons doesn't scratch the paint anymore than it already is. If Optimus again doesn't act right away, Anivia would go as far as slowly nesting down and wiggling her tail feathers into a comfortable position... Anivia seemed fully committed to staying right there without fully realizing what she just landed on. Needless to say if Autobot's can feel Heat and Cold... well, Optimus doesn't have to use his A/C anymore, we can put it that way.
Optimus Prime	When Blurr comes into the area, the mirror on the side adjusts slightly and watches as one of his fellow operatives moves in. There was a momentary silence, before he at last speaks up. The radio itself can be heard quieting down inside. "I heard about the swarm ordeal. I am sorry that I was unable to be there." His voice is rather calm, but a mix of annoyance can be heard within it. "I am glad though it seems... Hmm?" That is when he picks up something just from the corner of his mirror, which he falls silent trying to figure out /what/ it was. Which becomes very obvious when Anivia lands on him. Though she does a very nice job at her landing to not mess with his paint job, he does sag his wheels a bit. Because really! He wasn't a perch! At the same time... ..He was-- not sure how to handle a bird that came with her own winter. Optimus is totally unaware of Bitter on the beach who is perhaps getting the hilarious luxury of Optimus Prime being pinned by a Cyropheonix. He /could/ transform, but he hate to scare the poor thing-- at the same time.. it was.. getting a bit uncomfortable here.
Blurr	Blurr's voice emits from the blue hovercraft. "Don't worry about it, Prime. Not the worst I've seen, that's for sure." To Anivia it probably sounds fairly familar, since they did meet at Bahamut's residence not too long ago. "I'm just glad no one got eaten." A pause. "Well I suppose I wouldn't have minded if Soundwave had. But that's beside the point. We got out of there, that was the point." He doesn't notice Bitter, either. Well, not that he doesn't notice him, probably just isn't making special note of the man. He doesn't seem -too- out of the ordinary, at first glance anyway... "Uhm..." What was the bird's name? "Sorry I don't remember your name, but the bird lady I met a while back. You're kind of sitting on top of a friend of mine." he chuckles.
Bitter Medicine	So the transports can talk, or they can transmit audio from the inside the cabins. Which of those two /is/ the simplest solution? He notes the arrival of the cryophoenix with a frown. Elementals are so... unruly. He could just leave, of course, but he can't get used to the Multiverse by running away from it. With that in mind, he approaches Optimus, Blurr, and Anivia to introduce himself. "Greetings, Comrades. I am Bitter Medicine, Chosen of the Machine God and Champion of the State." It'd sound more impressive, were he more enthusiastic with his introduction. He's unsure of what exactly Optimus and Blurr are, so his first statement is addressed to Anivia, who he believes to be an elemental. ...it's so weird that ice is an element. "Noble elemental, why have you manifested? Do you require a tribute or perhaps mediation for some feud with another?"
Guest Anivia	Anivia sits peacefully on Optimus' head, taking a moment to casually preen herself in her brief moment of peace. The Cryophoenix raises an wing and dips her beak under it, nipping and adjusting the glowing blue crystal "feathers" that make up her wings. Anivia's crystal feathers were all constantly maintained by the Cryophoenix, who would create more ice when she wished for longer feathers, and chipped away at the ice with her beak when she wanted a trim. She shaped them in various ways and forms over the eons... and it seems she was about to do so again, but this time Optimus' head. It was only when Blurr's voice speaks out that the Cryophoenix suddenly leaps up in full alert, her feathers bristling and her head snapping straight down at the Blue Hovercraft. Though Blurr's voice was certainly familiar... Anivia never saw, nor was she aware of his ability to Transform. Her glowing eyes stared unblinking down at the hovercraft for several seconds, as any bird on alert would likely do. Suddenly Bitter Medicine's voice speaks up from behind, also catching the Phoenix off guard and causing Anivia to let out a chirp and leaps off of Optimus' head... leaving behind a small coat of frost where she once sat. She glided to a nearby tree, choosing a branch very high up and far out of reach of those on the ground. Now looking down, cocking her head to one side curiously, Anivia's eyes dart between the two parked vehicles and the approaching Exalted man. "I don't know what you're talking about I'm afraid." she calls down to Bitter Medicine, "I am not the traditional... elemental. I am a Phoenix." She then turns her head to Optimus... and to Blurr, this time speaking to the Hover Craft. "That voice, I know that voice... Blurr?"
Optimus Prime	Optimus hears what Blurr says, but he is just trying to figure out how to get out of this situation without just-- transforming and waving his arms at Anivia. With probably his luck she just land right back down on his head. Then it becomes obvious as well that Blurr /knows/ who this is. Then the gears click into place a bit. This was a friend. Though he does store away that Soundwave was about as something to keep in mind. Though when Anivia leaves to a new perch, and Bitter introduces himself as 'Chosen of the Machine god', that causes a few question marks in Prime's own little cyberspace. "If we are giving out proper introductions." The semi-truck emits out with a low rumble. "I am Optimus Prime, commander of the Autobots." There was a pause in his voice. "Though I most curious as to who the Machine god is.. and, as to you Pheonix.." another pause as he debates on what to say. "You have no reason for concern. None here, at least not among us Autobots will harm you." Optimus for now is-- just not in the mood to transform.
Blurr	"That's right." Blurr says, a grin in his voice. No, he doesn't feel bad that Anivia remembered his name but he didn't remember hers. Since Anivia's already said his name he doesn't bother with introductions. "And don't worry, only Decepticons like hurting people for no reason." Okay, that isn't -always- true. But that's what everyone's supposed to believe, anyway. And then the man who had been hanging around speaks up. "Bitter Medicine?" What a weird name. "Uh, nice to meet you. Who's the 'machine god'?" He asks the same question as Optimus.
Bitter Medicine	Autobots. That sounds like a portmanteau (don't ask how an Autochthonian knows a French word okay) of automaton and robot. But, these two appear to be more than that, don't they? They seem to have more than just a basic level of intelligence. At least he can rule out mortals being involved, so there's that. "Likewise," says the Exalt, giving a brief bow to the three other people present. What /is/ a Machine God? "That's a complex question to answer. In short, he's a being from before the formation of the universe," he replies to the Autobots. "Also known as Autochthon, the King of All Craftsmen, and so on." There are /lots/ of sobriquets in his world, especially when gods and Primordials get mentioned. "Me and the other Exalts, plus a lot of mortals, live on his world-body." "Sorry for the confusion," he says to Anivia. Now that he knows she's not a traditional elemental and thus not overly hoity-toity about one thing or another, the formality in his voice gives way to a sort of laconic, casual tone. It'd make him sound like a film noir private eye, if anyone on the beach knew what film noir /was./
Maya	Maya did own a terran style motorcyclke and was enjoying herself on it, she was just out for a drive and that's all she was doing at this point and she pauses wait is that a certain biog rig it looks like it is. She turns her bike heading for the group, the plates on it are for the Union's capitol so clearly this might be someone they know. When she pulls off the helmet and her blue hair cascades down it's certain, it's Maya. "Hey, Blurr, Optimus Prime and ... I'm afraid we haven't met and I don't know you by reputation."
Guest Anivia	Anivia tilts her head from one side to the other, craning her neck as a conversation sparks to life before her eyes. Only it was a conversation between two cars and a man she only just met claiming to be Chosen of the Machine God... whatever that means, but it was certainly an impressive title. Anivia turns her head to Optimus as the truck speaks... the first thing she notices was his voice itself. It was a very deep but pleasant tone of voice, profound, commanding and yet somehow kind... it was a voice that would give even Nasus a run for his money. Though admittedly it was still strange hearing it come out of the grill of a giant red and blue truck... but the paintjob was pretty sweet so she gave bonus points for that. "I am Anivia, the Cryophoenix. I hail from a world of magic and immortals... though I was most recently summoned to Runeterra to aid their Summoners in their current plight. I am... a guide of sorts, to those who are willing to listen who specializes in knowledge of the arcane. It was why the Summoners originally sought my help." As Bitter Medicine speaks up, Anivia then turns to him. She chooses not to say anything at first... because she knows that in the Multiverse everything he just said could be true. When he turns to speak to her, the Phoenix gives a small chuckle and replies kindly; "Worry not, it wasn't the first time I was confused for some wild elemental, and it likely won't be the last." The roar of a motorcycle announces Maya's arrival, and at first the Cryophoenix simply stares at the bike... almost expect it to start talking as well. After a few seconds of starting at the bike in silence, the Phoenix turns to Maya herself, "Well I am told I can be quite elusive, but I rather like it that way. Perhaps it's best not to be too well known in the Multiverse."
Optimus Prime	Bitter Medicine explains things and this Machine god. Optimus would nod-- if he wasn't a semi truck, so Bitter is met with silence from the Autobot Commander, beyond the quiet and simple remark of, "Fascinating." He'll have to look into that more later, because he goes back to address the Cryopheonix "A pleasure then, Anivia." That is when Maya shows up and actually-- knows his name. Well then. Optimus hrms gently before he uses his mirrors to get a good look at Maya until she comes in proper view. "Though it would seem you know the other, I fear we have not met." Optimus then falls silent before he rolls back a bit. "Nor are we the same beyond perhaps some common grounds." That is when at /last/ the big guy transforms. He keeps himself knelt down to one knee, with his arms resting across his though. His battle-plate is actually not active, so there behold is the youthful face of the Autobot commander. Perhaps in human terms, putting him somewhere in his early to late twenties. "Though a shame I can not meet the other.. or others.. as I am sure by the number of Cybertronians, there is more then just myself roaming around." Though he keeps the other thoughts t himself.
Bitter Medicine	Bitter Medicine starts to give Maya a brief, blunt introduction, and the particulars of his caste have a good deal of influence in that decision. No, he's a Champion of the State, and he'll act like one. He goes over the introduction again. "Greetings, comrade. I am Bitter Medicine," he says with the tone of someone who's practiced a lot. Chosen of the Machine God, Champion of the State, yadda yadda. Silently, he hopes no one else comes calling. This formality thing's for... well, anyone but him! "You wouldn't have met me yet," he says with that casual air from before. Autochthonia only recently entered the Multiverse, and Bitter Medicine has kept a relatively low profile. It's only at the insistence of the Tripartite that he's even here, really. "Magic? Immortals? Sounds like home." Bitter Medicine smiles slightly at Anivia, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. Now, Creation tends to have a lot more of what people would consider magic, but there's plenty of it on Autochthonia, too. It's just not necessarily as obvious as in Creation. And of course, the Alchemical is unaware of just how strange that idea might sound to the Cybertronians. "Teacher. I can respect that. Sorcery's not easy to teach." he adds before looking away from the phoenix. At least, it's not easy to teach where /he's/ from. He might have just made himself look like a fool! When Optimus transforms, he's awestruck. This guy is practically an Alchemical Exalted himself! That form of his is shoulder-to-shoulder with most Colossi, and he'd be right at home in and welcomed readily by the Eight Nations. "Now /that's/ interesting," says the Alchemical. He looks around or between Optimus' legs at the one the phoenix referred to as 'Blurr.' "Can you do the same thing?" His initial observation about these two was right--there's more to them than meets the eye.
Blurr	Follow the leader. Shortly after Optimus decides to transform, Blurr does as well, gears turning and plates shifting rapidly until he is standing at his full height, perhaps in reply to Bitter's question. He's not quite as tall as Optimus is, but compared to a human or anything human-sized, he's quite large. "'World-body,' huh? Sounds like a metrotitan." He peers down at Maya, who seems to know him already. If this were Cybertron before the war, he wouldn't have been surprised, but this is the Multiverse, and long after his days of stardom. "I guess you've heard of me, huh."
Maya	Maya blinks as she now notices Anivia whom she's not seen in a very long time. She smiles and is glad to see her all things considered. "Hello Anivia and humm I dunno you kinda do make an impressive most of the time." She looks to Prime and pauses nodding once. "That's how it goes, and no I attempt to treat anyone I meet as their own person. I know how that goes umm,, I know another version of my self. It gets odd she keeps trying to get me to date someone, and stop being so 'up tight'" You can hear the air quote but it's mostly good natured. She looks to Bitter for a moment trying to get an idea about them for a moment. "Curious name, no I have not and magic is very common ot the point there's no real divide between it an science really. "I pay attention to the radio and reports even if I don't speak up much."
Guest Anivia	Optimus' transformation caused Anivia to flap her wings a few times in surprise. She assumed the vehicles could transform once she made the connection between Blurr and the Hover Craft in front of her... though it was still somewhat jarring to see for the first time. Finally convinced that she wasn't in any immediate danger... the Cryophoenix hops from her branch and glides back down to the ground. On the same floor as everyone else, she stood just a head over 7 feet, though her wingspan was nearly twice her size. She takes a few small hops over towards the group of Transformers and humans, but still remaining a good deal out of arm's reach. She blinks up at Optimus, once again tilting her head occasionally in curiosity as she eyes him. The Cryophoenix has yet to witness or even learn of the 'double' eventuality in the Multiverse... so Optimus' words sadly don't make much sense to the Cryophoenix... yet at least. "Youthful features..." Anivia speaks, but mostly to herself, "Unexpected... but quite charming." she chuckles in a motherly way. "Perhaps we share something in common then." The Phoenix speaks to Bitter, "Your home world sounds like quite a fascinating place... but the Multiverse is in no shortage of fascinating places." Anivia steps back and watches Blurr transform next, observing the Transformer with great interest before she turns her head back to Maya. "Hello again Maya, so good to see you again. I take it these are more of your Union allies?" she says as she looks between Blurr, Optimus and Bitter... "The Union certainly has powerful friends."
Optimus Prime	Optimus glances over to Blurr as he transforms and motions with his hand at his comrade as if to answer Bitter's question. "Blurr is one of, if not one of the fastest Autobots." He then goes back to resting his arms across his legs. "And I must admit, I am interested in hearing about your people, Bitter Medicine. It sounds as if it is an interesting culture." He then looks over to Anivia, "I can say the same to you as well, Anivia." He looks between the two, "The concept of magic is-- not something we have where we come from, though we do have our legends and with it-- the superstitious.. which some.. brought to light." Prime seems to avoid getting into details as he moves along to what Maya says, "I see. Good to know the video recording transmitted correctly." Prime smirks faintly to Anivia's words. "I'll take that as a compliment." His light blue optics seem to look out toward the sun for a moment before they dim in color and narrow slightly. Not in anger, but a hint of a passing thought of-- something distant. He brings his mind back though to those around him. "The Union can use all the strength it can gain, given the Confederacy is in no short supply of there own strong forces." Prime admits with a mild frown. "A long term war.. is sadly something none of my kind can shy away from in not knowing." Optimus then turns his attention to Bitter, "Now there is something I wanted to ask you further.. just what are these.. Exalt?"
Bitter Medicine	Bitter Medicine nods to Maya, a gesture of agreement. He might even go one step further and say they're the same thing. That's certainly the way it is for Autochthonia! Their technology (aside from the Exalted) might not match the wonders of the First Age in beauty or magnificence, but it /is/ built to last, and it's built to /work./ Ah, yes, his name. Some Exalted, and nearly /all/ Alchemicals, have different names than is normal for mortals. "Part personality, part weapon designation," replies the Exalt to Maya. At least he's honest. Metro-titan, huh? More efficient, if somewhat less poetic. Come to think of it... "You guys are kind of like Alchemicals. Powerful ones," he admits. "/I/ won't be that size for a long time." Hopefully never... Those sizes come with benefits, but, in his case, a nasty price tag, as well. He shivers. "Think I heard you on the radio," he belatedly adds, nodding to Blurr. "Talking about some menace to your world. Insect-things. Be happy to help you with that. I'm built to hunt things like them." He looks to Optimus and Blurr to gauge their reactions. The phoenix's words give him pause, though he only acknowledges them with a brief glance over his shoulder. He's certainly not going to /disagree/ with what she says. For one thing, so many of these worlds have naturally functioning systems that, despite their inefficiency, work without the need for intervention--Exalted or otherwise. "Yes, I'm Union," he says, soon after returning his gaze to the Autobots. Powerful friends, indeed. He hopes, for Autochthonia's sake, that these people remain friends, and that the Eight Nations remain friends with the Union. The Autochthonians certainly need friends right now. The mention of his world, his people's culture resonates with him. Perhaps it even catches him off guard! "Exalted? Another complex answer. If you wanna know the history behind it, I could let you read the Tome of the Great Maker. Short of it is... an Exalt is a little piece of a god in a mortal body. Except Alchemicals. Apparently, /we're/ the weirdos." He shakes his head as if the thought is ridiculous. "Heroic soul in an artificial body, plus a little piece Autochthon. We're built to serve and protect mortals. Dunno what the purpose of Creation's Exalted is, but unless it's 'Screw Up Everything,' they're malfunctioning."
Blurr	"Heh." Blurr shakes his head at the mention of the Swarm. "Yeah, they're a menace, though there's not really much -left- of our planet for them -to- actually menace, anyway." He shrugs. "So really the best solution is to just -stay the frag away- from the place, since there's not really much reason to go there, anyway. It's not exactly -pleasant- there, to say the least, even if the Swarm weren't crawling all over the place." He turns to Prime, a dataslug ejecting from a small compartment in his arm. "Oh, here." It's some of the more sensitive intel that he'd rather not risk getting intercepted by Soundwave or someone. He then transforms again, his body shrinking down into vehicle form. "Well it was good talking with you all, but I'd better get back to base." And ZOOM. Optimus wasn't kidding about him being the fastest. And there's certainly a reason he's called 'Blurr'.
Guest Anivia	Anivia seems to smile, the best she could with a beak at least, as she watches the Union Champions speak to each other with such equality, regardless of their obvious differences. Perhaps the Multiverse had a lot more to offer than Anivia originally thought... she hasn't seen nearly as much xenophobia as she feared she might... though the Union may just be the shining example. As the Union Champions speak, Anivia turns her back to the ground and faces the setting sun once more. The hour grew late, and the once shining start was now a dwindling ember on the horizon... a cold breeze blows by Anivia's form, several leaves dancing in the wind around the Cryophoenix as she opens her wings to meet the wind. Somehow, whether it was immortal, bird, or magical instincts... Anivia new it was time to go. "I'm afraid I must take my leave now, time moves on without me, and I have much work to do." With a small pause, the frozen immortal turns to face her new allies, nodding to Optimus and Bitter "A pleasure to meet you both for the first time, and to run into you again Maya and Blurr. May time be kind to you all." With that, Anivia crouches low to the ground and gives her frozen wings one mighty beat, before launching herself several feet in the air, circling above and gaining altitude with each pass. One would have a brief moment to say goodbye before the Cryophoenix once more flies off, giving out a mighty bird-cry as she leaves that echoes through the valley.
Optimus Prime	Optimus listens to Bitter's reply to what an exalted is. Including him speaking of what he is. This in turn brings to Prime wanting to ask what an Alchemicals is. Giving they are being compared to them, but yet-- Night will soon come and it was a long drive back. Though perhaps faster means available to get around, Prime really wanted to feel the road under his tires for a bit. "Perhaps I will take you up on the offer to read such a tome." The Autobot Commander admits with a nod of his head, "Also perhaps ask you some other questions when there is more time to do so." Prime takes the data from Blurr and looks over the item, before housing it away in a sub-space compartment. Then watches as Blurr takes off. He looks back at the group once more. Though when Anivia parts, he gives her a firm nod, "Safe travels to you, Anivia." The Autobot commander watches her leave, before he goes to stand up to his full height at last. "I should take my leave as well, for it is getting late and you both," Being Maya and Bitter, "Should seek a place of rest." Optimus goes to turn slightly away from the two, "I hope we will all cross paths again. Till then." He transforms back into a semi truck and heads right back off to the open road yet again.
Maya	Maya says "It worked fine sir, either way you are you be your self and it's all I can say. I think you'll do fine and we're lucky to have your help." She pauses for a moment at the mention of Exalt. "AS in ... creation? Names get pretty wild in creation in general I find. Yes it's something that might take a bit of resarch to understand. At the mention of the name Metro-titan Maya /pales/ she flat out pales, memories of the nightmare incarnation of said City transformer haunting her mind, she shakes the old memory off after a moment. "There goes Blurr and you take care Anivia I was going to try to find some sea food. That sort of things costs a lot back home, it's better to go hit the gates to be honest for it. It might be an idea, my biology is a pain like that. Take care Prime."
Bitter Medicine	As everyone begins to leave, Bitter Medicine is left with a better impression of the Union, if not the Multiverse. He doesn't quite trust them, yet, but that will come. For the moment, he's got plenty to think about--Anivia's wisdom, Maya's apparent knowledge of Creation. Especially pressing is the apparent similarity between the Transformers and the Alchemical Exalted. His farewell isn't spoken, for it doesn't need to be. He gives one last look at the sunset, then wanders back to the center of the small town to ponder the specifics of mortal life outside of Autochthonia.