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[trionicpolarity]

Alpha Trion is probably in the library, where he spends most of his time. If you cannot find him in one of the main libraries of his domain, he is either out visiting or is in his own, private library.

Conveniently, there is a magnetic wall there, with metallic post-it notes and what seems to be an ancient predecessor to the 'dry erase marker.' If you need to get in contact with him, this seems to be the most expedient.

If you are look for something a little less public, the Acolyte guarding his chambers can likely help you out. Leave a message on the board, or with him, and Alpha Trion will get to you as soon as he can schedule it.

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[notyourblueangel]

[Part of it is natural aspect of personality, part of it is hard-learned lessons and habits formed.]

[He allows a small grin at the comment, oddly at ease with this mech despite how powerful he is.]

I may have more than two, sir, if that's also permitted.

[His browridge pinches as his hand goes to his shoulder, the one with the Glyph. His wings twitch with mild agitation.]

Sir . . . I understand the colors as well as shapes of our Glyphs have to do with who we're aligned with. Lately, several of us have noticed new colors forming outlines around our Glyphs. Mine is black. What . . . what does that mean?

[trionicpolarity]

Oh, well, if you must twist my arm...

[The smile stays, though he does turn his attention from his books to your shoulder.]

It means that some part of you must agree with the ideals of aggression, power, or fighting prowess that my brother Megatronus enjoys.

Does it concern you?

[notyourblueangel]

[His wings flick and twitch at the confirmation - it IS Megatronus. The arrogant, powerful Firstforged has indeed apparently taken notice of him, despite his efforts otherwise.]

Honestly, sir . . . yes . . . it does. [And that was not easy for him to admit, instead of falling back on his usual "I'm fine". His fans cycle before he continues.]

Ages ago, I swore allegiance to the Megatron of my world. Back then, what he stood for, what he talked about . . . what we were going to accomplish, it made sense. Something needed to change and we were the ones who were going to make that change. But . . . well, things did change . . . and so did he.

Sir . . . with all due respect, I don't want your brother's attention. Even if there is a part of me that still agrees with some of his ideals.



((ooc: I'm sure I don't have to clarify...but I get nervous sometimes how people are taking what I do or how I play, so I will anyway. This is purely the character having an "issue" with things. Me, I'm totally fine with it. =} It's interesting to play with the conflict it creates in TC. TBH Megatronus scares the crap out of him. XD;;;))

[trionicpolarity]

[This is surprising! But moreso in what Thundercracker is assuming than in Thundercracker's viewpoint on it, however. He can certainly commiserate with not wanting Megatronus's attention, however.]

I don't know that you have a choice, I am sad to say--nor does he. The Glyphs do not respond to our attentions--for the most part--so much as they respond to your own inner nature and actions.

[It didn't always work that way, but Alpha Trion had a reasonable guess to how it DID work with as long as he'd been tracking it.]

If you wish to lose his attention, so to speak, then you will have to find some way to change that part of you that still agrees with him.

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker frowned in confusion.]

It's not in your control?  Aren't you the ones who mark us when we arrive?  [That's how he'd always understood it, anyway.]

How exactly are we chosen and marked then?  [Can't help the sudden curiosity at that.]

[trionicpolarity]

[To this, he simply shakes his head.]

It is a mystery to us as much as it is to you. I have my suspicions, but they have been neither confirmed nor denied...but when you arrive, the Glyphs are already present.

Seeing as they help keep you from the badlands, my assumption is that they are put there by a benevolent force. Primus, possibly, and he would know much more about your makeup than we would.

[notyourblueangel]

Primus doesn't exist.

[The comment is knee-jerk, accompanied by a scowl. But then the Seeker realizes what he's said – or rather, the fact that he said it aloud – and his gaze drops.]

Sorry…

[He means it – if he ever believed in a benevolent deity that watches over their kind, he lost that faith a long, LONG time ago – but he knows the Firstforged do believe, and he's not about to argue with Alpha Trion or insult the powerful mech's beliefs.]

So . . . you don't mark us. Do we just . . . appear on the altars where we wake, or do your Acolytes somehow know where and when to find us out in the Junkpile, where the Unglyphed appear?