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A Night at the Circle
Date of Scene: 06 June 2019
Location: Cybertron - Ibex
Synopsis: Once upon a time, a long time ago, Cybertron was at peace.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Arcee, Windblade




Blurr has posed:
    Millennia ago, Cybertron was a thriving society. Well, at least by -some- standards, anyway. Certainly, there were the rich, and there were the poor. The famed, and the nobodies. As the star athlete of terrestrial racing, one of the planet's most popular sports, Blurr definitely fits in the 'rich and famed' category.

    After multiple successes in a row and breaking dozens of records this decacycle, Blurr is headed for the Circle, one of the most ritzy clubs in Ibex, followed by crowds of fans and accompanied by other successful racers. Although none of them are quite as successful as him.

    The music pounding inside can be heard from the street, and colorful holomatter patterns dance across the windows and doors, attempting to grab the optics of anyone who happens by.

Arcee has posed:
The Golden Age of Peace.

Call Arcee cynical but she is pretty certain that eventually there we be a third Civil War.

Society may have the rich, the poor. The famous and infamous or fameless. Those with function. Those without. The Senate. The increasing weight and lack of opportunity of society where corruption is slowly settling in.

What it doesn't have right now is a driving need for Warriors. Even really infamous ones.

This particular infamous and cynical warrior is at the Circle this evening trying to keep her mind off the job that landed her back on Cybertron.

Yeah true facts she would rather be out there on the fringe fighting someone elses fight right now. That is not to be though and instead she is just watching the lights, the beat, and when Blurr comes in she watches the famous racer.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr waltzes in to quite a lot of fanfare. Yeah, he is a regular patron at this joint, but people still get plenty excited when they see him. There is a swell in the overall noise quite a few people jump up from their seats and start trying to at least get a glimpse of him, or even get a chance to talk to him.

    He mostly mingles with the other athletes, but it seems Arcee in particular has caught his gaze tonight. He hasn't seen that one around here before! The racer makes his way over to her and sits down, sizing her up a moment before speaking. "Haven't seen you around here before--you new?" he asks.

Arcee has posed:
The noise from Arcee isn't a snort, not really, but it is one of bemused dismissal at the are you new comment.

Arcee is anything but new.

I mean yes she isn't a regular and she hasn't really been spending a ton of time on Cybertron since the First Civil War.

"New.. to here. I guess it has been a lot of cycles since I was in this place. I honestly think it had another name last time I was here." she looks Blurr over. "You're the fast one winning all the races right. What was your name?"

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr arches a brow at her, then laughs. "Oh, wow you -really- haven't been around here for a while, have you? I--didn't even know this place used to have a different name." he admits.

    He picks up a menu, and starts scrolling through it. "Oh--" Right, she asked his name. It's just not something he's very used to, because everyone always knows. He gestures toward a videopane on the wall that happens to be playing some kind of ad for the racing league association with him and his name emblazoned all over it. "Surprised you could come to Ibex here and not know that but I guess not everyone likes to pay attention or anything."

Windblade has posed:
Windblade just sighs softly as she shakes her head. The new arrival to Cybertron is rather lost. She is looking around Ibex, sighing softly, and rubbing her forehead, muttering softly to herself. She finally walks into the club, glancing around, rather confused - not really sure who to ask directions. It's not like a Titan should be hard to find - but this place is just so... DIFFERENT... from Caminus that she can't quite make heads or tails of it. She was supposed to go to somewhere called Iacon... and got lost. She sighs, shaking her head, wondering if anyone would notice her odd face paint. "Solus help me..." she mutters softly.

Arcee has posed:
Arcee slowly turns her head and looks at the videopane on the wall, watching the advertisement. "Ah that is right.. Blurr." she considers then nods looking back to him. "It has been a very long time. I never really got into racing." pause "Well Racing like they do now a days, it was more violent and final back when I had to compete for crowds."

Arcee notices Windblade though and the Pink cybetroian looks over at her studying her intently now. Unusual facepaint. Hmm.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr suddenly looks interested at that last comment. "Oh? So you used to race, too?" he asks. "Why'd you quit?" Because why would anyone ever quit -racing-?

    "Oh, and now you know me, but what about you?" he asks, jumping quickly from one topic to another.

    Windblade definitely looks like, and the strange facepaint does make her stand out enough that the racer notices her. Suddenly, he's out of his seat and approaching Windblade, without even waiting for Arcee to respond. "Heyyoulostorsomething--" He stops himself. "Ahem. I mean, hey, are you lost? You look ummm...distressed."

Windblade has posed:
Windblade just blinks at Blurr, eyebrow raised. "Yes... I am... new to this world. I'm trying to find Iacon Plateau." She smiles faintly. "I'm Windblade." She smiles faintly. "This place is so... bright. So... big. So many bots here. It's a bit overwhelming. So many lights - so much energy being used..."

Arcee has posed:
"Well not as much as we use to use...." there is some scorn from Arcee as she comments and watches Windblade and Blurr. She steps over though to join them both now. "My name is Arcee. You missed Iacon though. This is Mitteous Plateau. Where you from?" curious because well Windblade seems lost, if a bit exotic as well.

Blurr has posed:
    "Iacon?" Blurr chuckles. "Uh, yeah this is Ibex, you missed that one by a long shot no matter which direction you were coming from. But hey, why don't you stick around a little bit? Watch some raaces." he suggests. "Or maybe a drink or two?" The racer gestures over to the bar where he and Arcee had been sitting earlier. "You can put it on my tab if you want, since you two are new. Call it a 'welcome' treat." he says with a grin.

Windblade has posed:
Windblade smiles faintly. "I'm from the Caminus colony. I was... brought here to tend to Metroplex." She sighs softly. "But.. this world is so different it's hard to get used to. ... and sure, that sounds lovely. Nice to meet you, Blurr and Arcee."

Arcee has posed:
"Caminus..." and Arcee considers "Wait..." she straightens some and stares at Windblade. "Solus Prime..." she breaks off though and turns to head to the bar now "Thirteen." with a mutter that sounds a bit like an curse. She doesn't seem to turn down the idea of the drink though. What is it, energon distills.

Blurr has posed:
    "Perfect!" Blurr darts back over to the bar and picks up the menu again. "Caminus? Solus Prime? Never heard of 'em." Really? It seems the racer is missing some critical history lesssons, here. Stuff that should've been learned in primary programming. "But good thing you can tell me about them, right? I'm sure you have plenty of good stories to tell, Skyblade."

Windblade has posed:
Windblade blinks. "Windblade," she corrects, then turns to Arcee. She notes that Arcee seems to be smarter than Blurr. "Caminus is one of the colonies that contact was just established with - I have a... unique talent." She sighs softly. "Not really sure how much I should say but... Arcee, was it? You seem to understand what's going on..."

Arcee has posed:
There is a pointing at the menu that Blurr got out showing him exactly what she wants. Perhaps less chance of it being messed up this way.

"I am familiar with the colonies and the great expansion. I .. actually wasn't aware contact had been established again with them."

"Solus isn't still there is he?"

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh, right, right! Windblade." Blurr says when she corrects him. He's probably going to get it wrong again. "Ohhhh, colonies, huh? Yeah, I heard about those, but I kinda never thought they'd show up here! So what's it like there? Do they race too? Do they all paint their faces weird like that?" he asks, pointing at her faceplates.

    Then Arcee is pointing at the menu, and he nods. "Right! One cube of Ibex Ice coming right up for Racee." Yep, he just got her name wrong, too.

    "So--who's Solus? Oh wait! Don't tell me, was he one of the Primes of Old? You know, the ones in the legends about when we all used to live in nomadic tribes led by warlords? Heh, those were some good stories."

Windblade has posed:
Windblade shakes her head. "No, Solus Prime, the greatest of them all, is no longer wtih us. She was smote by one of her corrupted brethren, a fallen Prime. But a piece of Her spark lives in all from Caminus," she murmurs reverently as she makes a X-shaped gesture across her chest. "I bear these markings for I am a Cityspeaker. Blessed by the Titan Caminus, greatest of Solus Prime's divine creations, with the ability to touch the mind of a Titan. Which is why I'm here. To commune with the Titan Metroplex." She smiles faintly. "Oh... I... went a bit preachy there. I apologize."

Arcee has posed:
There is a slow blink of her blue glowing eyes and then Arcee just reaches up and rubs her face. "I forgot. I am sorry. I ... that was after we returned from Antilla and ... I never expected him to slay her with her own star saber and then... then I was so sure he had to have a reason to do it... but he didn't... he left us all and fled after the war started." she sounds so bitter right now.

Blurr has posed:
    The way Blurr had been talking, it almost seemed like he'd never shut up. But somehow he eventually does, and stares at Windblade as she starts telling the story. "Woooow." he says, optics wide. "That sounded -epic-!" Then he stares at Arcee. "Wait so you were -there-? Slag, you must be -old-! That's crazy! I don't think I've ever met someone that old before."

    "So she made Caminus, did she make anything else cool?" Then he slides the menu over to Windblade. "Oh, and what do you want? Oh that's right you've never been here before. Personally I'd recommend the Nightmare Fuel, nice and hot." he smirks.

Windblade has posed:
Blurr's words don't even register. Arcee's revelation - tha she was _there_ with the sacred Primes. "You... met Her? Solus Prime, Mother of us all?" She just blinks. "I... I... it was Her divine path that led me here... to this world - losing my path and finding myself here to you..." She stares at you. "The Way of Flame's scriptures describe... a bot named Arcee. She was there in the beginning with the Thirteen, the gods created by Primus. Is it really you? What... what was she like?" she whispers. She reaches a hand out, almost touching Arcee - then pulls it back. "May... may I see?" she finally asks, still talking very softly, holding her hand out.

Arcee has posed:
Blurr gets a bit of a glare from Arcee at the statement that she is old. I mean he is damned not wrong but rude. "If you ever meet my brother try to not call him slagging old, he might just reduce you to scrap."

Then Windblade is ... losing herself a bit there. "I was there." she confirms "No one has ever been stupid enough to try to usurp my name."

Yeah she was Megatronius's trusted lieutenant if that is true.

She flinches a bit when reached for though not out of fear of being hurt just .. a reaction to being touched. Then the request. "Can you wait?" really confused now by the request. "Solus was good. She was so creative .. and she was right. Megatronius was wrong... what we did on Antilla was wrong and ..." there is just a trailing off and a sigh from Arcee. "It was so long ago and the memories are not .. crisp anymore but the pain is still there." which isn't really that different from the Titans of that era.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr recoils as if he just had no idea the comment about her being super old was rude. "Hey! I didn't mean in that way, I just--it's true, right? Right? But I wasn't saying it's a bad thing, like it's really cool, that you were THERE! I've never met someone who was totally THERE. To be honest, I kinda thought those were like, legends, you know? As in not really real, but can't really fight with someone who actually -experienced- it!"

    Since Windblade forgot to order, a drone just comes by with drinks for Blurr and Arcee, dropping them gently in front of them. Blurr takes a long swig of his. "Mmmm, never gets old." he grins. "So! Racee. Tell us more! About Megatronus, and Solus Prime, and Antilla. If you thought he was wrong, why didn't ya stop him yourself?"

Windblade has posed:
Windblade just blinks. "I'm sorry..." she murmurs. "I... I try not to just touch someone's mind without permission... I got carried away." She just folds her hands together. "Please forgive me, Arcee." She turns back to Blurr. "I'll have what she's having," she states, gesturing to Arcee's beverage. "I don't need much." She smiles faintly. "I'm sorry, Blurr. I didn't mean to tune you out for a bit." She just looks down, embarrased, her fans built into her wings whirring discordantly in embarrasment, creatnig a whining noise for a few seconds.

Arcee has posed:
"Ah... well..." and Arcee looks between them both. "Most of us are dead." she comments softly. "I'm very stubborn."

"Arcee."

"He was wrong.. we were wrong. We were loyal though my brother and I because he saved us from the gladatorial pits. Galvatron and I would have... and did follow him to the ends of the Galaxy effectively but then he abandoned everything and started the War of the Primes."

A look is given to Windblade "I'm not mad... what did you mean can you see?"

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr goggles at Windblade. "Touch someone's mind? So, are you like a telepath? Wow, that's so weird! I mean, it's so cool. Well, it's weird and cool. Frag, a telepath and a warrior from the days of legend, I definitely don't get to meet people like -that- around here every solar cycle." he chuckles, picking up the menu again and ordering a second Ibex Ice for Windblade.

    "Right, right. Arcee. So gladiatorial pits, huh? So is that what you were talking about before, when you mentioned competing for a crowd? Sounds exciting, did you win a lot? I mean, if I had to guess, I'd say yeah."

    Even as they are speaking, a lighted baton of sorts suddenly comes flying toward them from somewhere in the crowd of other patrons, spinning and flashing in resplendent patterns. "Whoops!" the speedster is immediately in motion, and catches it in midair to cheers from somewhere in the back. He smirks and throws it again, but not to anyone in particular, instead he seems to play fetch with -himself-, darting after it through the throngs of people. As fascinated as he seemed to be with Arcee's stories, he also seemed rather easily distracted.

Windblade has posed:
Windblade just nods as Blurr got distracted by a shiny and started playing with it like a frantic chihuahua. "Well, I guess he's so fast he has no attention span..." She then murmurs, "Yes. He stated the gist of it. I'm telepathic by touch. But... I'd need time to prepare myself to see those memories..." She then lowers her hand. "If I can ever bring myself to. I'd be watching... my goddess die. That's a heavy burden to bear. Though the Mistress of Flames would... be honored to know of this." She goes quiet as she sips her drink.

Arcee has posed:
Arcee was distracted by the memories and missed the part about telepathy but then she gets it this next time. "I didn't understand. I... a thoughtful look. "The memories are not crisp and my past is not pretty." understatement. "You want to see all that death?"

Attention drifting to Blurr showing off. On one of the throws suddenly the baton is sliced out of the air with a blur of a plasma sword before it can be caught. Slagged. Then it is sheathed just as fast.

She lifts the drink and sips it. She seems a bit cheered up.

Blurr has posed:
    While Windblade and Arcee are talking about this, Blurr is flitting back and forth, throwing the baton to himself, and to others the crowd at times as well. In fact, it sort of turns into a game of "who can catch the baton before Blurr?" Not many people can actually beat him, but one time he tries throwing it at Arcee. However, she seems to have a different reaction. Instead of trying to catch it, she just...slices it half. The lights go out an it falls to floor.

    Blurr stares at her. "Hey, the slag was -that- for?!" he seems rather upset at this. Well, for a few seconds, anyway. Then he shrugs. "Oh well, nice meeting you Sinblade, Racee! You ladies should come to one of my races one of these days. You won't regret it." Is he -actually- doing that on purpose? Maybe. But before either of them can say anything else, he zips off again.

Windblade has posed:
Windblade just stares. "I think someone has tuned himself so much into speed that his memory circuits are faulty," she mutters softly as murmurs, "No - I don't want those memories on second thought. Just... I'd love to know more about Solus Prime. What She was like... but anoher time. Maybe you could guide me to Iacon and to Metroplex?"

Arcee has posed:
"If I can remember where it is sure." she finishes the energon infused 'drink' and sets the container back down.

"It has been a while since I was too Iacon. It seems like it is always changing and expanding during these times of peace."

She offers Windblade a gesture towards the street. "Lets get you to Iacon though Cityspeaker."

Windblade has posed:
Windblade sits back down. "Yeah..." she murmurs. "If there's a map? I can fly there if I just knew the way..." She steps outside. "It's so strange, seeing so much energy just being sued. Caminus was so starved... that we had to make many concessions." She smiles as she steps outside to look around. "Thank you, Arcee."