#||optimus prime||

[maximummusesarch]

"In my mind's eye, I can see Cybertron. It is brilliant and radiant and golden, as I want to remember it. I reach for my home, but it is out of grasp. Each time I reach, it drifts further and further out of grasp. Then it withers, transforming into the husk we have left it as, and I am painfully reminded that our war has killed our home."

[maximummusesarch]

(Two truths and a lie) "Drift and I do bad impressions if Magnus and Megatron behind their back, I painted myself blue once as a promise to get back at Getaway, and I stole Ambus' mustache once." Rodimus to Optimus

Send 'two truths one lie', along with two truths and a lie about your muse, for my muse to guess which statement is a lie!

Primus help them all...

"I hope that stealing Ambus's mustache is the lie of these three options."

[maximummusesarch]

"Please, it is Orion Pax now. The war is over."

[maximummusesarch]

“You’re too articulate to be a Sentinel.” ( Optimus )

"A sentinel?" Prime's optics flicker on and off. Surely he didn't look that much like Sentinel Prime. "I am a autonomous robotic organism from the planet Cybertron."

[maximummusesarch]

"Why do the people of this planet want so badly for me to exclaim that I am turning into a truck?"

[maximummusesarch]

Rodimus is just standing in front of the mirror attempting to do an, admittedly not bad, impression of Optimus. "Autobots, transform, and rrrrrroll out!... nah, I don't think Prime rolls his 'r's like that..."

"Rodimus." The deep baritone booms from behind the other 'bot as Optimus Prime stands, arms crossed. Prime will admit, it's almost there. Not quite, but close.

His posture softens.

"The responsibility you are to undertake is monumental. No one will deny that, just as no one wil deny that you have every right to be scared. But if you would be so willing to heed my wisdom, then know that the trust of your men will come from the trust you can place in yourself."

[maximummusesarch]

"It is only Optimus. Not Prime."