mxestro

[mxestro]

                      ‘σн, ωнαт α тαηgℓє∂ ωєв ωє ωєανє—

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[mxestro]

                      ‘σн, ωнαт α тαηgℓє∂ ωєв ωє ωєανє—

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#╫ m a e s t r o / p r o m o ╫ #ya boy's got a real promo now

[mxestro]

He is, by nature, a nocturnal creature.

When it is silent, and the absence of movement creates the invisible eddies of air that touch the banners- is when he slinks in. Moonlight sneaks in through the high, narrow windows- creating bars of silver along the polished floor.

It's here, lacking the the yoke of his normal responsibilities- where he dances.

It is not the classically trained steps of the Votives, nor the polished waltz of the Noblis. It is, instead, something far older- and intrinsically free. Bare pads at the bottom of his pedes whisper across the polished floor as he allows himself free of all restraint.

A small storm adrift, with clouds of sheer steelsilk, and lightening flashing in between as static flickers from joint to joint.

It is a simple thing, clothed in joy- this dance.

#you may join him #but Maestro dances for several reasons #some is joy #some is sadness #some is anger #but no matter the emotion #he dances #like a storm on the horizon

[mxestro]

The majordomo watches him with intense curiosity. He tilts his helm to one side as he listens without commentary. His only motion is to simply pull a little stool over so that he can perch elegantly on it.

"That is a remarkably straightforward answer. My Prime is also attempting to increase the aid given to the war-torn citizens of our own homeworld. As I've cited before, the word had been "most" of your multi-verse counterparts. I simply wished to know where you stood for my own satisfaction."

His features unbend enough to let him smile, and in that odd- almost uncanny moment, he looks very much like his own counterpart.

"I'm fairly certain you will not need some of my services, but should the more mundane of them be requested- I would only be too happy to help."

"Asinine? It is a perfectly good question, given most of your multiverse compatriots who utilize it both as a weapon and a means of absolving themselves of guilt via self-depreciation."

The assassin-majordomo watches the other mech sedately from behind the red visor. Fine features are twisted into a pleasant mask. The rest of the svelte frame is swathed in steelsilk, hiding any potential weaponry.

"Consider it a question of simple interest."

That dark helm tilts to one side, the sensation of being observed by the smaller mech sharpening.

"My satisfaction is hardly the point of my curiosity. I suppose, as a relative newcomer to my sphere of observation... I simply wished to know where you stood. Another question, and perhaps you may find this one less offensive..."

He leans forward slightly.

"How are you addressing the faults in the Primacy and Cybertron's worsening implosion."

[mxestro]

"Asinine? It is a perfectly good question, given most of your multiverse compatriots who utilize it both as a weapon and a means of absolving themselves of guilt via self-depreciation."

The assassin-majordomo watches the other mech sedately from behind the red visor. Fine features are twisted into a pleasant mask. The rest of the svelte frame is swathed in steelsilk, hiding any potential weaponry.

"Consider it a question of simple interest."

That dark helm tilts to one side, the sensation of being observed by the smaller mech sharpening.

"My satisfaction is hardly the point of my curiosity. I suppose, as a relative newcomer to my sphere of observation... I simply wished to know where you stood. Another question, and perhaps you may find this one less offensive..."

He leans forward slightly.

"How are you addressing the faults in the Primacy and Cybertron's worsening implosion."

@mxestro

“I think your attempt at silently judging needs some work.”

[mxestro]

"As does your Primacy, if you can get past that self-flagellation you call "morals. You still haven't answered my question."

@mxestro

“I think your attempt at silently judging needs some work.”

[mxestro]

He laughs quietly at that. "You won't have to. That's why my carrier and sire haven't visited yet. Carrier was close to her emergence date and wanted to make sure the bitlet was healthy." His helm cants to one side as he pulls up his schedule. "They should be arriving within the next deca-orn with Sonata, so that you can meet him for yourself." His own expression softens after a moment, touching the other's arm. For all that he IS Maestro's Prime, he was his Amica first. "Of course, my dear. I would be delighted to make your flatbread for you. Would you like your silverwine as well?"

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

[mxestro]

He bows his helm in a nod. There are light soups the other other likes that are appetizing and light at the same time. He idly combines the base recipe with some of the crystal-herbs. "I think I may make the Cykelp broth you like so much. I can add some of the spice from Praxus you like, it shouldn't mess too much with your tanks." He smiles at that. "You are strong, my Prime. He would not have chosen you if you weren't." Rather than answer the question about bitlets, he simply shows him the newest image of Sonata, his new brother. "There IS a new one that requires your blessing, my Prime..."

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

[mxestro]

He's already wordlessly sending the orders for his Prime. Behind them, the quiet antechamber becomes a flurry of busy activity. Messengers are readied, and then directed to the quartermaster to receive traveling rations. They will depart out the Maker's gate and the Scythe at twilight. The Lancers will ready with the energon transport- to guide it towards the outer provinces. The colonies will have to wait. He uses one hand to pull back his own veil, baring his helm to the gardens and his Prime. The visor slips up fully, double optics blinking with their expanding focusing irises to take in more light. Lightening flies are already starting to rouse from their diurnal slumber. Once the confirmation is sent to him, he forwards it to his sovereign. "It will be as you wish, my Prime. Now, about your meal.... have you a preference?"

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

[mxestro]

it's always been you

#a e s t h e t i c

[mxestro]

There's a soft, quiet hum of happiness as he's touched. He doesn't quite purr, but it's a close thing. He does, however, have to ease up so that the energon stops rushing to his helm and making his gyros spin crazily.

"It's completely mutual, my Prime. They love you very much, and are always happy to visit from Polyhex." He lets himself be guided, the smaller Prime looping around his as they walk from the temple to the crystal meditation gardens. Hadeen is just setting, turning everything a brilliant spectrum of gold to amber as it hits the metalstone. "She worries. Word of uprising from the Provinces and Colonies always brings bad omens in her Scrying. Though, nothing to be overly concerned, she says- at the moment."

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

[mxestro]

Maestro does not fluster, but he is a mech that absorbs the praise from his prime like a flower to the sun. His helm dips further to rest fully against the other's palms and close his optics in utter trust. "It is no great onerous task, my Lord Prime. You saw fit to correct the scales and remove the heretics from the Sacred Place. I will happily clean it so that you may consecrate it once more." His smile can be felt against the other's sensitive haptic sensors. "And then, may I fix you a comforting meal? My grand-carrier has given me more recipes from her Deep Temple. She wishes to visit if the Prime would have her."

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

[mxestro]

{ @404-processor-not-found } "So, uh.." Fuck. What was he going to say? He was going to be so smooth with it, too, he had a whole thing planned out. He forgot. Whatever, he could improvise. "Man, you're pretty." Reaaal smooth. Like melted butter.

The seeker is very lucky that Maestro had been returning from the Temple. His visor slides down immediately over those slanted optics, pausing in his silent glide. His optics flicker behind their shield- taking in the other's frame and armament- HUD flickering on to show him weak points.

Unlike his multiverse counterpoint, this figure is surprisingly tall and slim.

With a voice to match.

"You have me a disadvantage." The quiet lilt whispers past his translucent veil, claws carefully folding into the sleeves of his wrap. One wraps around the edge of his greave-armor, fingering the hilt of a dagger.

"And you are?"

[mxestro]

He hums softly at that, the swathes of gold and black veils gently rustling as he bows deeply to his Prime. The bells chime softly, a counterpoint to his nearly silent motions. Though he's nearly a helm taller than the other, he dips his face into those hands with trust. "Hello, my Venerated One. My deepest apologies for my absence. I've just returned to the Temple after a long operation that took more time than I wanted."

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

[mxestro]

Soft coo-

Yes, my dear?

#You know I always have time for you.

[mxestro]

He's just going to slip on his bells, and his veils- before heading to the Temple for evening service. The idolatry and idiocy of the Multiverse makes his helm ache.

[mxestro]

Steel, gold, and jewels dagger (khanjar), 19th century. Persia (Iran). Art Institute of Chicago.

#weapons #knives #tw:knives #a e s t h e t i c