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[megatronicpolarity]

[The feed opens to a view of Megatronus Prime, a bloodied sword in hand. He gives it a hard flick to clear the worst of the gore from his blade, and a chunk of what used to be one of the monstrous centipedes flies off and knocks a nearby Acolyte in the head. It stumbles out of frame. Megatronus doesn't pay it any mind and addresses his audience:]

I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.

[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]

When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.

- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.

Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.

[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]

Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.

If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.

[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]

Comments

[raceme]

Good point.

[Casually offend people is something Blurr does often, but most of the time it's unintentional.]

Good to know then. And for how long ^{they last? I'm} using those won't work forever.

[megatronicpolarity]

I could make them last forever if I so chose, but as this assignment is temporary so too will be your abilities.

[Also, Blurr isn't one of his own, and he only gives the lasting gifts to his own Glyphed. Megatronus does indeed play favourites.]

Expect them to last no longer than one week.

[raceme]

Makes sense even if it's quite a pity. [Blurr has been feeling a bit self conscious about his smaller size lately.]

[He doesn't know that, but he wouldn't be surprised if he did.]

A whole weeks will be an interesting change.

[megatronicpolarity]

Did it take you longer than that to become accustomed to Vector's gift to you?

[There's the barest hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. He's never been anyone but himself, and it's hard to conceive of being without the powers he has as ever feeling 'normal.' Yet, the refugees live that reality.]

Either way, it is intended as a reward; if you find the experience unpleasant, I can remove it sooner.

[raceme]

I wasn't sure what it was happening at first, I thought something was wrong with me. It was confusing but not bad. Now it feels like something was missing all those years.

[Blurr still doesn't know why he got that particular gift but it proved really useful so far and he's more than happy to have it.]

Thank you. We will see how it goes then.

[megatronicpolarity]

It is not always as easy to acclimate to the powers of a Firstforged other than your own, but it is as you say: we shall see.

[And, if it doesn't go so well, he's at least likely to get a laugh or two out of it.]

[raceme]

Yes. See you soon, sir.