Why do you presume it to be one or the other? Am I not capable of appreciating both? Then too, your light threatening of the Faceless One…this too is its own small brilliance.
I suppose so. *A hearty laugh.*
Ah, you saw that? Well… I long for the day when I can tear into that incorporeal body of his, if only for the thrill of anticipation. I have no quarrel with him, but how can I resist such an un-acquirable target? I would not kill him, but surely you can understand that desire.
At first, he watches in silence as is his custom, the appearance of the other deity sudden but unsurprising. Everyone knows how much Bellator loves a showy entrance; war types typically do. Intimidation is half the battle, and other such slogans.
He raises his staff, flipping it round so that the sharp end is pointed up, and taps it against the blade to show that he won’t have any threats today.
Not that Bellator can do much with it anyway. Incorporeal, and all.
In fact, his faded state is the whole reason for the origin of the saying ‘don’t kill the messenger’.
…Well, sort of. It had started out as ‘can’t kill the messenger’, but once mortals got hold of it they found out that they were still pretty prone to dying and turned it into more of a guideline than a statement of truth. That had always been widely considered one of the worst ‘oops’ moments among his kind.
But we digress.
The Faceless One turns the staff right side up again and shifts his weight on his pedes.
Intended message: already delivered. Megatron, advised to mind step. This one watches.
Bellator chuckles at the gesture and moves his sword, sliding off of the berth to stand. "Yes, yes, I cannot harm you no matter how my blade thirsts.“
Megatron was his name then. Sufficiently grandiose for such a warrior. Wonderful.
"Well, I’m sure he’s grateful. Does that extend to me or is there another threat that I must hear?”
Still confined to Overlord’s berth, Megatron finds himself face-to- … hm.
This is not Soundwave. In fact, the energy he feels emanating from the partial frame is more like the warm light of Primus’ avatar, though not nearly as strong. Nevertheless, this mech was definitely something more.
“Should I be honored or concerned when so many otherworldly creatures see fit to visit my berth-side, "Messenger”?“
Megatron’s tone: unwelcome. This one, also capable of blocking messages.
And he was not above teaching disrespectful bots a lesson by cutting them off from the words and thoughts of anyone and everyone. He knew how much this mech valued the presence of the tainted one who looked so like himself.
Suggestion: Be wary.
Silver metal warps and expands as optics go blank, the red color restored. Part of the chest plating dissolves, revealing a spark that is not Megatron’s, an intense white. He sits up from the berth, rolling his shoulders as the joints realign.
These wounds were earned in an epic battle. So infused with violence and a desire for revenge… He loves this avatar. No wonder the Chaos Bringer wants it so badly.
Bellator calls his sword from the air, watching as it adjusts for the size of this frame. When it appears fully in his clawed servo, the other runs along the blade lovingly before pointing it at the Faceless One with a wry grin.
"The warrior you are trying to reach is not in at the moment. Would you care to leave a message, Messenger?”
Find it hard to believe now, Megatron – incensed by your disrespect, but patient enough to recognize that you are only a stupid, stubborn mortal, The Faceless One appears in your room by phasing through the ceiling and down to the floor in front of you.
It is not a trick of the kind Smokescreen would use; there are entire sections of him missing, blue segments of armor seemingly only held together by the air between them, and the one whose place he took never had spines or a multicolored sheen.
Although he is still shorter than Megatron, he strides up to the former warlord, staff in servo, and gives the kind of straight-backed stare that somehow makes it seem like he’s the one looking down instead of the other way around.
And perhaps he is.
This frame is only a convenience. His consciousness spreads much farther than Megatron’s reach ever did.
Still confined to Overlord’s berth, Megatron finds himself face-to- … hm.
This is not Soundwave. In fact, the energy he feels emanating from the partial frame is more like the warm light of Primus’ avatar, though not nearly as strong. Nevertheless, this mech was definitely something more.
“Should I be honored or concerned when so many otherworldly creatures see fit to visit my berth-side, "Messenger”?“
This one, only a messenger.
Somehow I find that hard to believe.
::Just because you hide your face does not make you anonymous.::
That was deliberate. Someone had a death wish. He cannot find the culprit in this crowd, and so is forced to ignore it.
…
Lord Megatron, Sir. I have something to report. Earlier I received this transmission from an alternate Megatron murdering Soundwave. After attempting to decode it, I ended up with the following set of instructions.
I thought it would be best to report it to you at once, Sir.
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… I have been told of this “game”. Apparently it is a near-impossible game to win that sets in motion the conquering of this very world.
What is he planning… It was wise of you to inform me of this. He seems to trust you. Continue following these instructions and see what you can learn about his plot. Report everything back to me alone, is that clear?
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