While the cat was away, the mice played. Or, that was how the saying went- but Overlord wasn't much of a mouse. Two cats and a mouse then, and what a cute little mouse he'd found himself in front of, optics cycling wider in mock surprise. "Why.. I hardly saw ya there, darlin'. Pardon me-"
Nearly every Decepticon had at least heard of Overlord, though even fewer seemed to survive a run-in with the Phase Sixer; it was something Reign had very little to fear initially, as his work with infiltration tended to place him on opposite corners, away from the general violence and destruction where such a mech like Overlord would thrive.
Now, he had suspected that his chances of running into the other would only increase the longer he spent in Tarn's company, as they seemed to keep frequent company—or rather, Overlord made it a point to seek out the famed DJD leader when he was particularly bored.
Reign took a step back, optics trailing up, craning his helm backwards to get a proper look at him. He hadn't expected this fated meeting to take place while Tarn was otherwise…engaged, leaving him alone with the behemoth mech.
"Ah, it's quite all right—"
