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!!! Goodness gracious, I believe tomorrow is this blog’s birthday. I think I’ll be hopping back on to do some fun little shenanigans today and tomorrow then. :^)
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“go beastie, go!”
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Mun is going to be taking a break from roleplaying for a little while! Any threads that I currently have will be continued, but I generally won’t be opening any new threads for now.
I will still post here and take part in lighthearted shenanigans, but the bigger things will just come slow.
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Continued with @shatteredscavengers:
Minimus shook his helm.
“You’re optics are a very nice pop of color, but they aren’t plenty,” He tilted his helm at the mech. “And a little bit of a brighter color won’t draw you out anymore than acting all bright and shining, if that’s what you’re worried about. Popping out is all about how you wear your colors. I know some bots that are various neons who aren’t remotely approachable.”
Many noblemecha kept up bright color schemes when the fighters of war-torn cities couldn’t. It was a stabbing nudge of their status, but there was no need to push that drab point. Bright colors were a nice thing, especially to Minimus. They had a great energy to them.
“To give my suggestion…” Minimus looked the mech up and down, tilting his helm several times, several ways.
“Perhaps on the bottom edges of your wings would do well. And on your torso, just about where seams between armor meet. A strip of magenta here or there, just enough to accentuate the angles and such.”
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Once at face level with Symphony, finally, Minimus smiled at the mech for him to see. He swayed his pedes over the edge of his seat as he got his first face to face look at the flier. He wasn’t too bad looking at all, very nice in fact.
He nodded at the claim about mecha’s dull plating.
“It’s quite nice to see a very bright mech for me too! So many dulling their plating. It’s sad, almost, that the war has to make that so drab too.”
At Symphony’s prompting, Minimus nodded.
“I’d love to get a closer look. They look absolutely dashing. And a millennia old too? You must have taken very good care of them,” he hummed. Minimus was quite impressed that they had kept up their appearance despite their age. He might want to pull a few strings, see if he can find out who made them. See if they’re even alive still.
Ah, while it was unexpected for his house name not to be known, especially around Iacon, it was a delight for Minimus. It meant that he didn’t have to push and push to undo the reputation his other house members presented.
“Color me surprised!” Minimus said, playfully feigning offense. He nodded though, “Indeed, I am.”
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The pink mech eyed the silky cloths that adorned the flier as he floated past. They were high quality capes, Minimus noted, and they complemented the shine of his plating very well. He gave a quick nod at the mech behind the counter before walking after Symphony.
The white mech’s bright energy must have been looping through Minimus, as his step had a dancing sway to it. He switched between gazing up at Symphony and behind him — floating or walking backwards took on a small risk of bumping into mecha — but seemed to favor the former. Minimus was well used to craning his neck to look taller mecha in the eye, so he had little issue looking up at Symphony as he hovered. Still, it brought a smile to his lips that a small mech like him took to floating to be at a height advantage.
Sitting down, his grin widened at the comment on his paint job.
“Oh, and you just had to see me up close, didn’t you?” he questioned, optics aglow with mirth, “Thank you.”
Minimus gave his optics a moment to drift along Symphony before humming, “Your own color scheme is quite lovely too. Pearlescent white and gold accents — captivating, indeed. And I must know where you’ve gotten your dashing capes!” A pink servo gestured towards Symphony, just to emphasize all of that.
Minimus then stroked his insignia. “Oh, never? It’s the insignia of the Ambus House.”
Nine times of ten, wherever Symphony went, whoever Symphony met, he was always a disadvantage for height. Eons later, through sheer subconscious, he floated to be at a conversational level, even to someone closer to his frame height. Also, walking scuffed his golden pedes so floating it was!
Table number set down, hopping up onto the booth seat, and this might be the first time he’s actually optic height to Minimus upon sitting down.
“But of course! With war, everyone is mostly muted shades of colours built for the battlefield, with the occasional accent colours of something brighter. But to find someone like yourself, all of you bright and vibrant? It is such a welcome change” Symphony shrugged, making himself comfortable on the booth with a rearrangement of his silks so they didn’t crease or crumple.
“Oh, these were made for me for some of my shows way in the day. They are almost a millennia old and look as glorious as they day they were made. I am not even sure if they manufacture these by servo anymore. You are welcome to touch them if you like” He can easily gather an armful of one train to set on the table. He’s already checked that for cleanliness before getting comfy.
“I … Cannot say that designation is familiar to me. I do not believe I know of your house, I am afraid. Are you nobility?” Minimus may find himself called ‘My Liege’ cheekily if the answer is Yes.
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💔 Why is your face like that, Mags?
“…This should be common knowledge. I failed a coup and paid a price.”
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Send me ✨ and a light hearted question for my muse!
Or
Send me 💔 and a angsty question for my muse!
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△ Would you be able to deal with being stuck with everyone you ever hurt in a room for 24 hours? for SG Minimus
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“Uhm.” Minimus blinked at the question. He folded his hands, and unfolded them. “Well I don’t really think I’ve hurt that many people, dear, to be intimidated by such a prospect? Though who knows, maybe I hurt some mecha without really knowing it,” he half-chuckled. He did not give a number rating.
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It’s no surprise, really, that Mimi’s views of his irreducible alt mode differ from his heavily armored counterpart’s… It was sad, really, though he wasn’t his biggest fan. “I just wonder if he ever truly saw society’s words as the biggest problem or if the way he was created bothered him more.”
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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character
They’ll have to:
Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
Answer that question.
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“Alright, alright, I get the curiosity with empurata and whatnot, but you anons are simply tormenting the mech... Goodness.”
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[ID: An image of Minimus edited to be fuchsia, baby pink, and black with yellow eyes. He is looking to the side, angry. /end ID] Minimus had been thinking and thinking on how to say it. How the hell does he explain why he’s still with this house, still with this faction. He thought he was getting somewhere with his thoughts before he just slammed his servos down on the table.
“I’d rather stick around here and be the mech who says ’fuck you!’ to all these ludicrous standards and ideas and tradition instead of dashing away from it with my tail between my legs. I’ve been threatened by my house with emuprata and shadowplay and just about everything across the board, had to live with Regimus and Ignimus’ murders. I’d rather wait for my turn to get something out of it, to take the name of Ambus and make it really worth something. Because if that ember spot ever reignites, and some mech has to be forged into this house, I’d rather not desert them. At least give them some genuine sense of… family.”
“There’s going to be a huge legal mess when this war ends, and I don’t want to see the old Ambus prevail in it.”
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Me: [writing a whole rambley on WHY Minimus isn’t quite interested in defecting/leaving his house/etc]
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△ Would you ever defect?
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[ID: An image of Minimus edited to be fuchsia, baby pink, and black with yellow eyes. He has a hand up to his face and is looking down. /end ID]
“Ah, now we’re getting a little more uncomfortable. A seven or eight…? a seven.” Maybe this one he had considered as well. Deserting the life he had now and going elsewhere, it was a constant thought on his mind. Defecting, to the Decepticons or to no side at all. That’s an interesting concept. “I’d say that defecting sounds wonderful. Getting away from all this Autobot rhetoric… — can I even call it a rhetoric? it’s just murdering and pillaging with a purple logo — getting away from it sounds promising, exciting. Realistically, though… I don’t think I will.”
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