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Dang.

With the convenient timing of posts (like 4 mins apart), the mood Prism is giving off (with the posts positioned the way they are) really appears dejected while Predacon Sklog is going ballistic. Kinda more depressing in the effective sense
That dragon is just prime skylynx IIRC :]


Makes me curious who here has also seen the movie that finalized the Prime series.

Also.

A recent addition from our favorite voice-over crew: https://youtu.be/ls6mW9eLumk
"You know what I meant," Turbulence growled as the Nightscream hit the lights in the vault, slowly illuminating the unusual mass within its depths.

A hologram however of the object suddenly appeared before the trio, showing them an unusual organism strikingly similar to Blackarachnia. Nightscream began to divulge on about a secret project that would revolutionize the lives of future Cybertronians; if there were any Cybertronians left that is. The idea was to decrease the natural dependency by introducing solar energy as the primary power source. But what was far more noticeable was just how organic it the protoform on the holographic display was. Of course once the Con mentioned the infamous Shockwave's name, Turbulence was suddenly not all that stunned anymore about this terrifying creature before them.

But what Turbulence was becoming very uneasy about was that Nightscream was intending on putting Sklog's spark and brain and who knows what else into the experimental chassis. Turbulence was sure against the idea, likely Prism too, and Sklog would probably, if not definitely protest as well but the Dinobot did not appear all that aware, given his degrading condition. What was worse was that the rather femme prototype wasn't entirely guaranteed to save Sklog if it was utilized. However, what other options were there? The only smart one here with medical expertise was Nightscream and she was defaulting to transplanting Sklog's crucial inner-workings into this hybrid. While Turbulence would object immediately had the circumstance been different, preventing the only thing that could save Sklog would undoubtedly kill the Dinobot. Even if Sklog were against the procedure himself, Turbulence may never have would have forgiven himself for the death of another friend.

There were plenty of lives, now joined with the Allspark, he regretted not saving; one more death would be one to many.

"Right," muttered Turbulence as he readied his side of the prototype chassis, awaiting Prism's support in all of this.
Apologies for the delay in posting. I've been in and out today jumping from writing to something else.

@dndragons I'll be spiffing up my post when I can - if I dun goofed on any presently known background material, let me know.
At first, if briefly, there didn't seem to be any reply to Travis' witty attempt to draw attention. He stepped in further in to the mansion and eased his carry-on chest gently down to the smooth redwood floor and and looked around the seemingly empty space around him. Not a moment sooner did his wandering eyes catch a white-haired girl suddenly stepping into view. He found it odd that just by looking at her did she appear familiar as if he knew her somewhere.

The girl politely introduced herself after confirming Travis' announced query from before; Yuno Whitmore was what she called herself. Instantly did Yuno's last name strike a fiber of recollection. Professor Whitmore was someone he quickly remembered as one of many teachers he learned the art of magic from in earlier years. If anything, she had become a role model that inspired him through his studies. Of course the same surname would eventually lead to her daughter to which he too would know about. Not personally, but it was hard not to overhear whispered rumors and passing-by chats of the expected child-prodigy of a famous Acadamia professor.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Whitmore," Travis commented before giving a friendly bow in greeting, "My name is Travis McGrath, its good to see another student from the Acadamia. I'm sure I'm not the only one who is at dumbfounded, if not intrigued about our current quandary."
"Your welcome." Turbulence grunted as the lab doors slammed shut and self-sealed before them; all Nightscream's doing while she began her examination of Sklog.

For some time, both he and Prism silently waited. While if most cases, Turbulence would have seen this as an opportunity to offload his criticism on Prism and Sklog for disobeying the most simplest of requests: don't visit the scary floor with a scary monster in it. Because of this act of defiance, Sklog was now in a very serious condition that could snuff out his Spark. However, Sklog was not here with them and Prism had seemed to reserve herself for the moment. With a sigh, Turbulence leaned back against the hard wall behind him, both arms crossed and head tiled to the floor. For the time being, they would have to wait until Nightscream requested them.

Sooner than expected, the doors that locked Turbulence and Prism out had now retracted with Nightscream's voice peering into their comms. Sklog's condition was worsening as his body appeared to be degrading and quickly losing self-support as seen through the holo-feeds of the Dinobot's diagnostic imagery. Nightscream had a plan to address this but called it a 'radical' measure. Turbulence didn't like the sound of that, even if it was meant to be helpful in this situation.

With both Autobots entering into the room, Nightscream was waiting for them over by what appeared to be a large storage container of sorts. With a worried glance towards Sklog, Turbulence shifted his focus and stood ready beside Prism in front of the open vault. While Prism has voiced their readiness, the Autobot flyer however seemed taken back with what his optics were decyphering within the vault.

"What's the plan? Better question would be; what is that?
@ShiningSector
I'll look to post tomorrow! I had been waiting for Skelace since it was his post but he seems to be MIA. Gonna get back onto this rp train.


Understood, looking forward to it.
Why does nobody kick my lazy ass when I forget it's my turn? XD I'll try to do something today.


I'll take that into account as we now have permission to do so. XP
With the handshake between Travis and Felix completed, so too was Travis' involvement in this divine conspiracy now firmly cemented. If Felix was in fact acting out-of-line against the Catholic Church, it was potentially evident that Travis may wind up in the cross-hairs by the Church itself. While ending up on anyone's bad-list was something he would very much avoid, his recent entanglement with Salem disciples however may have already painted a target on his back. With that logic in mind, he was technically a dead man anyway.

As Felix had mentioned, he was still organizing the rest of the individuals whose names and locations were divinely written on his list and thus seeking to not waste time, summoned a set of portals before he and Travis. Magical gateways that can interconnect separate locations together was something of a brief study for Travis. The art was very advanced and demanded quite a bit of concentration from new beginners. Most of all, the location of which the portal would conjoin would need to be known by the user. While Travis had often speculated that the exact location and probably accurate global positioning along with a visual of the target place would be required to create an mana-produced wormhole to conjoin the locations together, Felix on the other hand demonstrated he simply needed a rough address to get where he needed to be. Already, Travis was very impressed with this Arch-mage who had very easily outclassed many of the instructors and tutors as the Societas Academia.

Felix explained that the portal before Travis was a two-way gateway that connected to a mansion that he and the others would stay at, likely for the duration of this just mission they've been fatefully lead to. With a friendly social salute, Felix then departed through the other portal in order to meet with his next client about to realize their destiny. With Felix's one-way portal collapsing behind him, Travis turned to his portal to the mansion and gazed upon it, marveling at its architecture of swirling mana.

"Most impressive." Travis commented as he instinctively produced a small notepad, naturally intending on studying it.

Unfortunately a reminding thought however re-advised him where he needed to be. Turning around to his make-shift lab cluttered with various research papers, desks, and other instruments necessary for his work, he quickly knew what was needed to perform first before heading to the mansion. With a sigh, he set to work packing his belongings.




Just as Felix's portal closed behind him, so did the portal Travis passed into, stepping out on to the new environment. Travis would have questioned why the mansion was located in Redwood National Park, the same park Societas Academia was secretly located in too, but considering the man was clearly in a hurry obviously, that question would have to wait. Then again, the park did cover over 176 square miles; plenty of distance to go unnoticed and very likely were there barriers setup by Felix to dissuade any unwanted attention. Smart...

While carrying an unusually shaped chest strapped over and under his shoulders like a backpack, Travis made his way to the large wooden mansion clearly - to him - made from the same trees the place was plentifully surrounded by. The mansion itself look more like a pleasant and quiet getaway resort than something he would expect a highly ranked church official would own; but perhaps everyone had their own tastes that strayed from the norm. Upon reaching the front door, Travis noticed it was slightly cracked open, hinting that it was recently used. It was very likely it may have been left that way unintentionally by one of the earlier arriving guardians. Not giving it too much though, the proceeded inward, gently pushing the door aside in the process.

As it was impressive on the outside, so true was the interior - designed by through the same oak as the exterior of the mansion. Travis could make out finally crafted furniture displayed expertly throughout the floor he was on. In fact, it was almost as if there were many living room spaces here and designed around a just-as-impressive kitchen. Taking the size of the size of the place too, he was sure there were many decorative wonders he has yet to lay his eyes on. The idea made him eager to visit and claim one of the rooms sooner than later.
Suddenly hearing voices echoing nearby, Travis decided to knock on door, hoping to gain the occupants' attention, especially if they were his fellow guardians.

"Hello?" Travis called out, "I presume this is the gathering place our friendly crazy-sounding Arch-Magi has shown us to?"

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