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mimi_sardinia) wrote2008-10-02 08:28 pm
mimi_sardinia) wrote2008-10-02 08:28 pm
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Ficbit Inspired by the Bunny Farm
I have some vocal muses. A few of these have been madly encouraged or outright caused by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tf_bunny_farm. One of which is my Primus muse, who is a sub-muse of my Magnus muse, since usually Ultra Magnus is his drone body.
This is the Bunny Farm's fault -
"Primus. Do Not Duplicate."
Ultra Magnus was rather puzzled by the frequent snickering that followed him all day, until he happened to make a quick turn near a mirror. He turned to give Optimus a frown as he rubbed at the paint across his aft, recognising the familiar tilt in Prime's optics.
"I hardly think outright advertisement of my alternate identity is the most appropriate thing in existence, beloved."
Optimus smirked more behind his face guard, glancing out the ship's window, where they were following at a distance as Primus's full body moved through space, on it's way to the star system they had eventually chosen to shift Cybertron to.
"It's not like anyone onboard is unaware of that information at this point." He tilted his head cheekily.
Magnus covered his face with his hand. "Still, painting it on my aft? That's more the style of the twins - or Roddy - than the dully chosen leader of the Cybertronian people!"
"As if quoting Hamlet is the style of the creator of all Cybertronians?" Optimus quipped. The head of Primus' erstwhile brother - tucked in the planet-former's arm - was not currently visible from the flagship.
"It did however amuse the kiddies." The expression Magnus said that with was slightly mischievous.
Optimus gave him a look. "Only you could get away with calling the population of Cybertron the kiddies."
tf_bunny_farm. One of which is my Primus muse, who is a sub-muse of my Magnus muse, since usually Ultra Magnus is his drone body. This is the Bunny Farm's fault -
"Primus. Do Not Duplicate."
Ultra Magnus was rather puzzled by the frequent snickering that followed him all day, until he happened to make a quick turn near a mirror. He turned to give Optimus a frown as he rubbed at the paint across his aft, recognising the familiar tilt in Prime's optics.
"I hardly think outright advertisement of my alternate identity is the most appropriate thing in existence, beloved."
Optimus smirked more behind his face guard, glancing out the ship's window, where they were following at a distance as Primus's full body moved through space, on it's way to the star system they had eventually chosen to shift Cybertron to.
"It's not like anyone onboard is unaware of that information at this point." He tilted his head cheekily.
Magnus covered his face with his hand. "Still, painting it on my aft? That's more the style of the twins - or Roddy - than the dully chosen leader of the Cybertronian people!"
"As if quoting Hamlet is the style of the creator of all Cybertronians?" Optimus quipped. The head of Primus' erstwhile brother - tucked in the planet-former's arm - was not currently visible from the flagship.
"It did however amuse the kiddies." The expression Magnus said that with was slightly mischievous.
Optimus gave him a look. "Only you could get away with calling the population of Cybertron the kiddies."
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Go Magnus-Primus! The kiddies -- hehe, he wins the nets for that.