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WHO: Prowl, Perceptor, & Liege Maximo
WHERE: The maze within Liege's Temple
WHEN: BACKDATED to May 17th (exactly one month ago) Continued from here
WHAT: Prowl discusses schemes with Perceptor and attracts some company
WARNINGS: Very devious plotting B)

"An Autobot of few words now, are we?" asks the white mech, in a way that sat somewhere between playful and mocking. Most likely leaning more towards the latter. 

Prowl continued into the crystalline hallways, venturing away from the main entrance way of the temple. He was keeping tabs of their position as they entered the more maze-like area, as evident by an occasional glance at the features of the wall as they walked beside each other.

"Fair enough.", the stone-cold gaze drifts to him.

"Primarily, I've brought you here to fix your laboratory problem," he begins, seeming to be quite calm navigating the twisting hallways,"But I'm also curious to hear your theories on the most efficient way to disable someone like Tarn."

Comments

[maxicpolarity]

Liege, as always, was a busy mech.

There was so much to do to prepare Cybertron, and while his brothers and sister did their part to ready the world, his attention was focused outside of it--on the Lambda, on the distant stars, and, more recently, on the occupants from other worlds.

The ones that belonged to him garnered particular interest, especially the ones who were active in shaping their destinies...

And it was no accident that his acolytes could hear exceptionally well, or were always listening. He was not as good at multi-tasking as Nexus was, but he did have enough programs installed to know when something useful was afoot, and he was eager to dip his hands into the proverbial bucket of that usefulness.

Prowl and Black Arachnia had both caught his eye.

One of them was stalking his halls, now.

Curious, he rose from his chair, and on near-silent treads he followed.

"It is more difficult when you cannot kill someone, I agree."

apologies. been swamped here.

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

Perceptor refuses to dignify Prowl's remark with a response. His aloof reservation is quite well known, even by Prowl. After all, Prowl is, by design or happenstance, the author of it.

"My laboratory problem. Or yours?"

He shouldn't say anything. Prowl may only be trying to locate him facilities as in investment in his own desires, but, still, it's a facility. A lab.

He doesn't get the chance to answer Prowl's final question, though, before someone else does. Liege. Perceptor jerks with surprise as the Firstforged seems to materialize behind them. They're caught out.

Or, rather, Prowl is caught out. Perceptor hadn't agreed before Liege had spoken up. Liege, who doesn't seem too surprised, or upset by this revelation.

"You speak from experience."

no problem 0u0

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Prowl doesn't answer Perceptor's question. To his credit, he manages to keep most of his own surprise well under wraps, calmly stopping and turning around to meet the Firstforged. One might even say he seemed to have been expecting it.

It wasn't entirely true, but it was no accident that he began to openly discuss plans in Liege's temple. Plans the mysterious figure had shown previous interest in.

He just hadn't expected such a quick reaction.

"I find attempting to kill someone of Tarn's make to be more trouble than it's worth. Even if he were not to be revived."

Phase Sixers were notoriously difficult to take down. Physically. He's certain their minds were as vulnerable as any others to a mnemosurgeon's touch. Or that of a skilled scientist like Perceptor.