Knowledge and Wisdom.

Transformers Prime: Alpha Trion, Master Archivist. Mentor to Optimus Prime. (( Independent RP Account. ))

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

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“I'm glad to hear from you, too, old friend! I've been doing pretty good! It's been interesting, with the work on revitalizing Cybertron. I've been taking classes, too, to try to learn a bit more- and aw, yep! It might be a bit more than that- Maybe 5 pounds!"

“The reconstruction must have not taken into account the utter scrud the communications re-bounders are....However perhaps that is due to how far under... or away I am. To be truthful, I have not the foggiest where I might be located at this moment....Hold that thought.” It was time to investigate where in the hopefully not the pit he is.

[elitaxne]

"Blast it all, blithely piece of crockery. Curse this rusted tech SSSSSSTKKKK Oh. Oh Hello? Is anyone receiving me?"

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     The twins weren’t TECHNICALLY supposed to be in this room unsupervised, mostly because of all the expensive gadgets and equipment their creators kept locked in here. Old war memorabilia, transmitters that barely functioned, and shelves upon shelves of other miscellaneous collectibles filled the space from wall to wall. It only made venturing in here when the door had been accidentally unlocked and ajar all the more enticing to young curious minds.

Cygnus and Cephei hadn’t anticipated a VOICE to come from the ancient looking transmission station but, when it crackled through between bouts of static unexpectedly they were all too eager to communicate.

Cephei held down the button as Cygnus took to the microphone.

❝ Hi? ❞ he answered, ridges crinkled in obvious confusion. Cephei nudged into his burgundy plating, coaxing Cygnus to continue. ❝ This is Cygis... who’s that? ❞ the mechling chirped, giggling along with his twin sister as they awaited a response.

                The day just got a lot more interesting . . .

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

There was an abrupt silence over the line. Sparklings? Cygis..... cygis... why did that name sound familiar... Trion swept off his desk digging through data pads, shuffling them, tossing them. Finally he found the data chip with a picture on it. The.... He choked. The primelings.  “Cygnus? Dear ssssstttttkkkkk small one. HGhjssssssskkkkkk mother? E sssskkkka one? Opt ssstlkllkkkkkk -rime? its sssskkkkk -rand creatorsssssssskkkkkkktttt Trion sssssss”

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

ALPHS ALPHA GRAMPS HOW'RE YOU DOING? I got you a henway!

“Smokescreen! My dear young friend! Glad to see one of my comm contacts work. How are you, young one?” ....” 2 or 4 pounds worth I presume?”

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

where ya been old man? The years weren't nice to your face.

“Rude! and it is none of your personal business where I have been. I do not tell all to rude cretins.”

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!

“......Luck?”

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

WHAT YEAR IS IT?

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Offline.

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Online.

Painting again today, Hanging around. Sticking to just answering questions today. So fire away! *hugs all*

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Offline.

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Hey Trion, have you ever gotten your cape snagged on anything? Or is it too slippery-sleek for such mundane embarrassments?

“Oh goodness me, Yes.”

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Online.

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Offline.

Niiight!

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Thoughts?

I am thinking about turning my blog into an ask blog and make RPing a secondary thing. I really wanna develop lore head canons and stuff. I mean I am really not around enough to be a constant in RPing. I dunno, what do you all think?

[occasionalrpmemes]

RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.

        Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.         Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Online!

I am around yesh, painting again, and writing. THe ArTS!!!

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Offline.

Good night~!

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Clings to one of Alpha’s legs. “HOLD ME.” Beta seemed terrified for some reason.... might just be from another nightmare about the Quintessons again.

“PRIMUS ALMIGHTY!” He shrieked when his leg was grabbed. “For the love of Solus, Beta! What’s the matter? Unhand my person please.” He reached down to pry Beta off of his leg.

[ancientautobotleader]

“I-I had a nightmare…” Beta stuttered as she kept clinging onto him once again even if he took her off. She just clung onto his torso anyways. Her arms were wrapped around him. Her frame was shaking it seemed. She must’ve been really spooked or something.

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

Trion petted her back and made a soothing noise. “Ah, I see.” He murmured softly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and snuggled her a moment. “It must have been frightening to upset you so much, I haven’t met a tougher fem than you since Elita, and Chromia. Here lets head into the lounge, you can recharge on the couch in there where it is well lit.” He reasoned.

[ancientautobotleader]

“I-It felt real…I-it was about when we were battling the Quintessons together. Th-they took you and I-I was responsible for a-all of it. They even blamed me on your death and had me guilty….” Beta mumbled while she continued to cling onto him like a child. She was really terrified of those damn Quintessons. Slimy little glitches! Her frame was visibly seen shaking at this point.

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

“Hey now, you’re safe. The war is long over. Besides, you know how often they tried, and failed to snuff me.” Trion shushed her again. “It’s alright.”

[ancientautobotleader]

Beta sighed shakily and nodded as she tried to calm down. Eventually she did as she yawned while wiping her optics. She kept clinging onto him in fear of losing him. “I apologize…I-I just keep getting these odd Quintesson dreams lately. I’m not sure why.” She frowned at him. “Could it mean something?”

[alpha-trion-the-wise]

“It’s fine, Beta.” He hugged her back again. He reached into his subspace and pulled out a polishing cloth for her to dab her optics with. “No need to apologize, nightmares happen.” He eased them to sit on the double wide couch. “It could be, but I highly doubt it. Those were traumatic times. I admit you haven’t had the night terrors in a while, but that does not mean you can’t ever relapse into them.”