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Independent role-playing blog for Onyx Prime. This is a mixed continuity blog meaning that the mun features several Aus as well as a default custom continuity [please read the About for more]. Icons and logos used feature canon artwork from various transformers series edited by me. Please feel free to DM me for interactions or plotting.
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⠀ ( minimus ambus stills himself . optics narrowing as he is groomed . it's a familiar sensation, one that reminded him of his days in the house of ambus . )
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⠀ ( yet, he feels no need to ask who the stranger is, he -- feels safe . to an extent . he feels comfortable as well . even as he's exposed outside of the suit . )
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⠀ ( the smaller bot relaxes once more . . . )
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To say that Onyx was content would be an understatement. Caring for beast mechs satisfied the deepest levels of his programming. He longed to shepherd them once more as he'd done in his beginning. To guide and shelter them as he'd always yearned to before his identity had been stolen from him.
He sighed out of his vents and laid his helm down beside the smaller mech, purring deeply even as he gently nudged his snout against them. He sighed and smiled, "Mm, my greetings little mech. And my thanks for putting up with my indulgent behavior." He commented.
His optics blinked slow and a smile spread across his reptilian and equine face. "You may call me Onyx."
"I mean. You are a Prime." Datashrike reasoned softly. "Not to mention this is...well, VERY comfortable."
And that was not a lie. Their delicate glider wings were well cushioned and he was VERY warm. Almost like a heater if they were to be honest. Even if they were at a bit of an off angle. Laid flat on their back with a paw the full size of them gently stretched over their torso.
They carried on the conversation with their head tilted just enough to be able to look him in the optics. "And to be fair, I wasn't doing nothing of importance anyways."
There is something quite cunning in the prime's red optics as he tilts his head and smiles smugly, leaning in closer, pressing the nose of his snout to the smaller mech's chest. "Oh, familiar with me are you? And here I thought most mechs had forgotten me entirely." he mused.
His deep purrs, continued even as he spoke, his large wings fluttering before he splayed them out a little like a bird at roost. He sniffed at the little mech and began to gently groom them, sharp teeth and glossa surprisingly careful of the tiny mech under his paw.
"Of course it's comfortable. I'm well versed in the care of kits. Beast alt mode or no, all bots crave comfort sometimes." He mused before he rose his head and gave a swish of his tail. "What is your name, little one? I should like to know what little chick I've dragged back to my nest."
Onyx has no clue who this little mech is, but they're small and cute enough. He picks them up in his alt mode's mouth and proceeds to run off with them, looking very proud of himself.
Datashrike gives off a small PEEP sound, not unlike a small bird perhaps. It does not help their case that they CLING to that beak, making sure they don't go tumbling at speed.
"Oh, jeez! Hello, sir!?" They manage to squeak!
Perhaps its the long wings and the slight frame? Who knows indeed!
The large Kirin carries the smaller mech around easily, his maw surprisingly gentle as he canters off with them. He locates his favorite little ill-begotten nest of cushions and tarps and sets them down, tucking them into it as he lays a paw over them to keep them in place.
The large prime purrs, his engine a deep rumble as his red optics look the smaller mech over. His reptilian and equine like face seems to grin and his ears flick as he gives a deep huff out of his nose.
"Hello, little mech. I'm surprised you didn't put up a fight." He chuckles, his voice deep and rumbling. "Hasn't anyone ever told you to be wary of strangers?"
Onyx has explicit consent! Here comes a giant Kirin to pick up Minimus and carry him around like a very proud momma cat.
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Welp, Onyx has clearly chosen his target well. He hums and then purrs as the little mech relaxes in his maw. He carries him off to a nice, large, nest of cushions and tarps he'd made, kneading at it with his front paws for a moment before he sets Minimus down and promptly starts the delicate task of grooming him.
The prime's large paws gently holding the small mech in place. It's quite soothing to his instincts, this act. Particularly as he gets the sense that this little green and white mech has a beast alt mode. All the more reason then to reassert a bond.
He's been an absent prime and creator far too long.
Welp, Onyx is going to take that little show of interest as consent. He picks up Bumblebee in his alt mode's mouth and proceeds to trot off with him carried gently in his mouth like he's carrying a kit back to the den.
“Whoa-!”
The scout briefly flails before instinctively curling on himself like a scruffed cyberkitten. Looks like some programmed reflexes don’t age out no matter how old a bot gets. His doorwings angle down as he turns his helm to try to get a look at his captor. “Hello??”
Onyx starts to grumble out something before he seems to realize his mouth is currently full. So he huffs, mostly with amusement, and picks up the pace. He flaps his wings and takes off, carrying the autobot off until he can land on a ledge over looking a very attractive waterfall he'd spotted earlier. He sets the scout down gently and gives a sigh through his vents as he lays down beside him, folding his wings and tucking one clawed paw over the other as he grins down at the yellow mech.
"Hm, apologies. Sometimes I can't help treating smaller bots like my own kits." He comments, his voice a rumbling cascade. His tail flicks as he grins down at the smaller mech and lightly presses against his chest with the tip of his snout. "Your name, little one?"
"I suppose acting on the urge to pick up some of the mechs I come across with my mouth like they're my kits would be wrong... and yet the desire remains."
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I identify so hard with Onyx as a bird. Like every now and again I just have to nearly violently rearrange my entire space for reasons I can't explain like I'm building a nest. Also I will fully just eat out of people's hands if you let me. Also birds are just pretty little goof balls filled with rage and I feel that on a deep emotional level.
Behind his mask, a brow ridge rose as the smaller Prime wiggled his pede digits at him. A servo was lifted to rub at the chin of his mask as he gave a low hum. "Did I say that? I'm afraid I don't recall." While he was considered the 'baddest' Prime, Megatronus was not prone to angering easily. "Regardless, it would be quite nice to spend time together under more amicable circumstances."
Onyx chuckled and transformed into his alt mode, the majestic avian form fit him well and he stretched his wings in order to flutter up and land on Megatronus' shoulder. "You did say that. But in your defense it was after a week long prank war I was engaged in with Alchemist. I think you walked into at least four of our pranks meant for each other." He mused, making himself perfectly at home on the other, larger prime's shoulder. He gave a flick of his tail and craned his avian neck around to look at his fellow prime better. "Since you're so eager to spend time together, would you like to assist me in composing my latest sonnet? I'm a bit stuck on a few lines. Solus told me that 'effulgent' was too cumbersome a word to use in poetry."
What is this? No love for me brother? And here I thought you enjoyed my antics. (for Megatronus)
"Now, I never said the contrary. You have just as much place in my spark as the ones I had named. Though, I suppose it lends to the fact that we don't quite spend as much time around one another as we do with others. Perhaps that should be remedied?"
"Perhaps it has something to do with the way you tend to step on my rather delicate talons." he comments, lifting one leg and wiggling said digits with a pointed look. He pauses and then appears to smirk as his optics crinkle and his wings flutter. "... also you said the next time I rig the washracks to spray you with paint was the last straw and you would, quote 'rip out my feathers one by one the next time you saw me'."
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My apologies for being gone for so long. I got caught up in the process of moving as well as dealing with some chronic illness nonsense. I am now moved in and things have calmed down enough that I could finally get back on at length. I'm glad to be back and I'm sorry for my absence. Please feel free to message me if we had a thread going and you'd like to continue it. Otherwise I'll be happy to start something new.
His expression darkened when Onyx dared to speak about his emotions and his refusal to live properly. He said nothing and listened to his brother before replying. "Emotions only hinder me from carrying out my task. Why shouldn't I throw them away? They're useless and destroy more than they give." The words sounded cold and emotionless. He had lived out his emotions before, but now? Today he didn't want to know anything about them anymore. Perhaps he was more broken than he thought. Perhaps he had grown too old? He saw the past, the future, and all the events that came and went. He could rarely intervene and often only watch. He didn't know exactly when they would happen like Onyx could, but he knew they would happen. "I was created to protect time. If you want to complain, then complain to Primus. Not to me. Prima had more freedom than yours truly. He knew that, but his guilt drove him too far and too deep into his sense of duty."
He briefly lowered his gaze as his brother spoke of the Predacons. He himself was able to save some, but not all. Many died from the radiation, even though they could be taken away from Cybertron. "What he did was, is, and will remain forever unforgivable. Even if the Predacons weren't as civilized as civilization itself, they were still a part of Cybertron and belong to us." A brief whooshing sounded through his systems as his cooling system kicked in. "Unfortunately, I couldn't save everyone, and of those I was able to take away, too many still died." A short creak sounded quietly. "If I had been more powerful back then, I could have saved more. Unfortunately, I was too weak." The whirring of his cooling system sounded briefly again. "What happened between me and Prima is my business. Stay out of it. I'll sort it out with him as soon as he gets back, if he ever does."
"Mhm…" Vector simply replied when Onyx mentioned his sense of humor. "My sense of humor isn't dead, just dormant, and right now I'm not in the mood to laugh," he added. He watched his brother and heard his joyful statement about his alt form. "That wasn't by choice. It was more of an accident… The dead Predacon fell into my scanning beam when I found another, more suitable form for myself. Unfortunately, the Predacon form was stored forever. It took eons to invent newer generations of the Cog and even figure out how to delete unwanted forms." He paused and thought for a moment before adding something else. "At first, I wasn't very enthusiastic about this form and found it extremely cumbersome. I've gotten used to it now and can at least say that I now have two alternate forms. This allows me to be with the Predacons undisturbed and watch over them, or travel to other Cybertronian worlds and observe them there."
Onyx laughed and shook his head as his brother proclaimed he had no use for emotions. That he had 'thrown them away'. He let his wings flutter before he readjusted and tucked them in to his side. "Oh? Are they so? And how are you to know the beauty of life without experiencing the ugliness of it? We know love because we have been without it. We know joy because we have cried in loss. Our emotions are as much apart of us as our sparks." He commented, giving a swish of his tail.
He looked at his brother with a sympathetic gaze, pawing softly at the ground beneath his hooves. "What bitterness time has cultivated in you, brother. You have forgotten that we cannot control our emotions, only how we respond to them."
He paused for a moment, contemplating before he shrugged and steadied his hands on his hips. "Of course, who am I to lecture, hm? You always did say I acted on instinct more than rational thought. I am but my nature."
He looked at his brother with a sharp grin, his audials flicking as he leaned in and gently nudged Vector by the shoulder. "Oh ho. Am I no longer allowed to meddle in my sibling's business? And here you have taken on the universe's problems as if they were you own. You saved some of my brood. That is no small thing, Vector. Be proud of what you've accomplished. Primus knows you deserve to."
He laughed as Vector did his best to explain away his alt mode, his tail giving a swish as he idly shifted his weight from one side to the other. "You do not need to explain yourself to me. Or is this your way of saying that I look better in my alt mode than you do in yours?" He asked cheekily before transformed, shaking out his mane and tossing his head as he gave a grin from his Kirin face.
"You would be right of course. I always did set the standard for handsome beasts." He chuckled, placing a clawed paw against his chest with a delighted and smug grin, clearly teasing once more. "Relax brother. You may guard the path of time, but I am the one who sees it's every branch. Do not worry so. There is time enough for levity should you allow yourself to experience it."
Overlord stares back at the other for a time. "You want me to call you horse?"
Weird. Whatever.
"Ok, Horse. How much? I have 10 credits and a half melted bag of energon jellies." Not true. They were entirely melted. Melted and then solidified back in to one large mass. Eugh.
Just to add insult to injury, Overlord dangles and shakes the bag like one would a treat for a house pet.
"You want one? Huh?" He ruffles the bag some more, unexpectedly slapping the horse-god in the face with the half melted bag of melded jellied treats. It plaps against Onyx's face, jellied mass shifting and adhering to the shape of the mech's faceplates and Overlord's faceplates contort, trying desperately to stifle the laughter about to explode from him.
The bag crinkles and shifts, slowly peeling away with the weight of its contents, sagging back down in Overlord's servo. The triple changer's lips press together so tightly but it's all for naut. He's laughing his aft off a second later.
"That is not what I-!" He paused and then glared at the other mech.
He tilted his head and lifted a sceptical brow as he looked at the upstart before him with a mixture of agitation and befuddlement. The gall on him. "Seriously?" he deadpans, his tone incredulous.
And then the bag is thrown in his face and the prime's wings begin to rattle with rage. He pulls the offending bag from his face and slaps it against the ground. Alchemist had been fond of pranks. He remembered them fondly. But rare was it that Onyx was the butt of them. Rarer still was a mech who could get the drop on him by causing him to become so aghast at their behavior.
As Overlord bent over in laughter Onyx growled, the sound deep and positively ...primal. Or perhaps feral was a better term. The Prime transformed, his great Kirin form pawing the earth and raking it open with his claws as he bared his fangs and fire licked at the corners of his mouth. Of course this impressive display is mostly to hide the fact that he is using his great wings to flow a great gust of air.
One strong enough to whip up the bag thrown at him into the wind and then 'SMACK!' , right over Overlord's laughing face. Mollified Onyx calms and lets out a small chuckle, tapping the ground with his paws. "Personally, I've always preferred, 'Onyx Prime' over simply 'horse'."
"..." Ah, scrap. That didn't last long at all. "No, they don't. But depending on, no one really likes the word. So I have taken to a somewhat vague description because technically I do offer therapy to my clients to work out how bad their helmspace is after the war, and work out treatment from there. But, yes. I am a Mnemosurgeon." They seem very ... chill about that. Which was a rather new experience. Granted, Trepan was closer to a thigh than a helm so maybe Onyx had no issues with ten little needles.
He goes by the name Shockwave.
"... Yes and no"
"I assume you have encountered the phenomenon where you have met the same person twice, but each encounter was a somewhat different variant of the last? Unicron has sneezed, the fabric of reality is wonky, and my Shockwave may not be the Shockwave you are after. Honestly, I basically went to ground after an altercation, and I have no idea if the one from my time is dead or alive, let alone where"
Onyx nodded along to Trepan's explanation of his lie and his work, his expression bemused as his paws scratched at the pavement beneath his feet. "The practice has been rather misaligned. But it was a new and promising art when last I walked upon Cybertron's surface. There is much good in it...as well as harm. But that is the case for many things in the universe."
He settled and calmed himself as Trepan spoke. He was not, after all, angry with the smaller mech. This bot was not the one who had left him for dead and masqueraded around using his name and face. He huffed and his wings shook slightly however as Trepan spoke before he stood to his full height and looked away. He sighed and shook his head before he returned to be at level with Trepan once more.
"I am familiar with the multiverse. And it is true that the Shockwave you know may not be the one who wronged me. I had hoped to discern for myself once I had located him. But I see that you are unfamiliar with his whereabouts. Despite your past interactions." He paused and then tilted his head at the smaller mech.
"Though I suppose I should find it ironic that the mech who stole my face had his own stolen from him as well." he commented with a wryly bemused huff.
Agreed. Jaden thought, then let out a small huff himself before he glanced in Dennis' direction. The kid was getting better at controlling his facial expressions, thanks to whatever training regiments he was going through with Judas or perhaps through sheer observation of his guardians, but Jaden knew how to read him all the same anyway. The conversation was turning grim and bringing his spirits down too.
Time for a topic change, indeed.
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"We were actually just out on a hike!" Dennis perked right up and wriggled to regain his freedom. Jaden's arm tightened, however, putting an end to the wiggles rather quick. "It's a nice day and we both had it off from work and school, so--"
"So, we're out." Jaden finishes curtly, but not unfriendly like. "What brings you to this neck of the woods though?"
Onyx could sense that Jaden was pulling back and holding Dennis from saying more. He was hardly insulted. If anything it was amusing the lengths he was going to in order to defend the young man. He let out a small huff of amusement and his wings fluffed and settled again at his side. He smiled and nodded, crossing one front paw over the other. "A hike hm? I suppose it is a decent bit of wilderness to trek through." he mused.
At the question the Prime lifted his head and seemed slightly surprised before he settled once more and smiled. "I felt called to wander this landscape myself. I am often called to follow instincts gifted to me in visions." He gestured at the surrounding landscape and smiled.
"I saw myself walking this place. And perhaps now I know why. Perhaps I was meant to meet you. Perhaps something else will transpire here. I shall walk these lands for awhile more when our conversation has ended and company grown tiresome to us all. Then I shall go where else I am called." he explained, nodding along as if this was an average, everyday statement.
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Подниму я к Сварге руки Попрошу я у Богов Чтоб Перун убитых войнов Приютил в краю небес
I'll raise my hands to Svarga I will ask the Gods So that Perun sheltered the slain warriors In the edge of heaven Kaira - Белый дым (с)
