Nemesis' understated but very obvious action, and especially the meaning of it has Ramjet literally rearing backwards, optics wide. Once, Nemesis had done similar for...
There's no reason for his reaction, really. Nemesis as he is now, especially now, isn't a threat. At all, really. But if there's one thing Ramjet has kept through everything it's his penchant for drama.
Straightening up, his optics narrow again, twitching between Nemesis and Barricade.
"A pity. It would stretch out the time you have like mercury falling down a hill, and he would be less inclined to hurt you at the end." Ramjet's not even looking at Nemesis for now, leaned against a convenient rock with the temple on the far side of both him and the pair.
"So stubborn, Prime. I think it will be about as passing as the nothing between, as that which crawls on the opposite end of both Unicron and Primus." Ramjet finally glances over at Nemesis, and there's the hint of a smile in his optics.
Because Nemesis is. Apparently, when he's got the choice, he turly turns out like his template... how ironic.
"And you're either going to be a very small mammoth, or you have some growing to do." It amuses Ramjet. Enough to still the twitching of one hand, and the flicker of purple aura concentrating around it.
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There's no reason for his reaction, really. Nemesis as he is now, especially now, isn't a threat. At all, really. But if there's one thing Ramjet has kept through everything it's his penchant for drama.
Straightening up, his optics narrow again, twitching between Nemesis and Barricade.
"A pity. It would stretch out the time you have like mercury falling down a hill, and he would be less inclined to hurt you at the end." Ramjet's not even looking at Nemesis for now, leaned against a convenient rock with the temple on the far side of both him and the pair.
"So stubborn, Prime. I think it will be about as passing as the nothing between, as that which crawls on the opposite end of both Unicron and Primus." Ramjet finally glances over at Nemesis, and there's the hint of a smile in his optics.
Because Nemesis is. Apparently, when he's got the choice, he turly turns out like his template... how ironic.
"And you're either going to be a very small mammoth, or you have some growing to do." It amuses Ramjet. Enough to still the twitching of one hand, and the flicker of purple aura concentrating around it.