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Visiting CC

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Walking through downtown, Solarix is greeted by many as he passes. He smiles, waving and nodding to each one, giving the blessing when requested of the old mech. A few guards linger behind him, though they do not interfere as he takes in the sights of the streets, a happy look on his faceplate. Murusa is escorting an Autobot through the streets of Crystal City. The elderly femme speaking to him in the old language as he gets some practice in, Murusa ahs softly to the question, then she notices the oncoming guards escorting Solarix along. she asks with a smile. She waves toward the holy mech. "

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Walking through downtown, Solarix is greeted by many as he passes. He smiles, waving and nodding to each one, giving the blessing when requested of the old mech. A few guards linger behind him, though they do not interfere as he takes in the sights of the streets, a happy look on his faceplate. Murusa is escorting an Autobot through the streets of Crystal City. The elderly femme speaking to him in the old language as he gets some practice in, Hyperblast turns to eagerly look at the landmarks Murusa points out. he replies, likewise in ancient Cybertronian, somewhat explosively -- the way the Autobot is wringing his hands, maybe he's just eager to make small talk. As tall as he is, he doesn't have to struggle to /see/ said landmarks over the shoulders of the other Crystal City residents, his turbines rising full head or four higher than those around him. And he can hardly ignore the swarm of sorts around Solarix. Hyperblast points meekly. Solarix smiles and finally gets away from the crows for a little bit, optics glittering brightly. He notices two folk nearby - one of which is recognizable. With a warm smile, he begins to approach Murusa and Hyperblast Murusa ahs softly to the question, then she notices the oncoming guards escorting Solarix along. she asks with a smile. She waves toward the holy mech. Hyperblast's turbine-wings fold behind him, and he gives Murusa an odd -- maybe uncomfortable -- look. Almost sub sonically, he mumbles something about "public appearances" and turns to watch the Hierophant, knee joints hissing slightly as the flier's weight settles into place. Glancing curiously to Hyperblast, Solarix then flashes that smile to Murusa "Guardian Angel Murusa. Good day. And who is this friend? " he asks, in a slightly 'higher' version of Ancient Cybertronian - similar to fancy church-speak. Murusa smiles to the Hierophant, addressing him in the more honorific ancient Cybertronian, Hyperblast bows his head, just enough to get across a meaning of respect in lieu of his limited vocabulary. he mumbles, looking over at Murusa for a moment. He shifts on his feet. With any amount of experience in the church, it would be very clear that Hyperblast isn't particularly sure what to do in this situation. "