Plot || The Star Wars Vaikuntha Special

[hatejakku]

Who: Open
When: June 8-14
Where: Everywhere
What: The race for the crystals is on!!
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post


Crystals have fallen out of the Dream Width in a beautiful meteor shower and scattered all over the world! Due to their origins and mysterious properties, the Curti Center is interested in gathering as many as they can for researching purposes. To incentivize the public in helping out, O'aka has donated a few silver coupons to those top few who collect the most crystals. There's also a rumor that the one person (or more if there's a tie) who collects the most, wins something marvelous and mysterious~

The hunt for these crystals have taken storm across Vaikuntha and they're suddenly worth a lot. It's all anyone talks about anymore! The locals have gone crazy with it! If you weren't interested to begin with, surely the madness that is this new fad has sunk its teeth in. Besides, who knows what the crystals can actually do? Are they gifts? Curses? Dust collectors? Only one way to find out.

NAVIGATION
❄️ Snow	🔎 Shadow	🔥 Flame	🌼 Flower	☔ Rain	☀️ Sun	❤️ Love	🌵 Arrow
🎭 Sword	🎶 Chime	👻 Grey	🥚 Egg	✉️ Chrome	🏁 Rainbow	🐹 Plasma

LEADERBOARD
Character	| Crystals
Klonoa	| 08 ❄️🔎❤️🌵🎭👻✉️🐹
Kuja	| 07 🔎🌼🎭🎶👻✉️🐹
Frisk.bin	| 06 🔎☔🌵🎭✉️🐹
Uendo	| 05 ❄️🔎🎶✉️🐹
Corrin	| 04 ☔❤️🌵🎭
Red	| 03 🌵🎭✉️
Okuyasu	| 03 ❄️🌼🐹
Tyzias	| 02 ❄️🐹
Megatron	| 02 🌼🐹
Maul	| 02 👻🏁
Sephiroth	| 02 🌼✉️
Naoto	| 02 ❤️✉️
Adrien	| 01 ❄️
Castor	| 01 ✉️
Selphie	| 01 🌵
Pidge	| 01 🥚
Minimus	| 01 🌵
Kenichi	| 01 🐹
Papyrus	| 01 🔎
Naomi	| 01 🌼
Ovelia	| 01 🌼
Asriel	| 01 🎭
Kanji	| 01 ❤️

Comments

[legalcy]

There was no agreement behind this gesture. No straightforward message of business trade or respect. True, there was some element of both in this situation, but that was not the purpose of the conversation. Minimus thinks that most people don't shake hands when it comes to personal matters...unless they do. He would not be surprised if this were a part of life that to which he was uneducated.

"Your aid has been appreciated," He responds. True, Megatron has been a reliable ally in the past months regardless of past behavior. He hasn't don't anything against the group, though as long as he remains in Vaikuntha, he has no method in which to attend his trial. There never arose an opportunity to abandon him. It's wishful thinking, Minimus reminds himself of this likely possibility that Megatron is being genuine. But it would be nice to have someone who has similar interests as he, who reads everything he writes, who takes everything seriously, who he thought trusted him...

Perhaps he's too easily lead astray by promises of his greatest desire. Tyrest offered fame and respect, and Minimus was prepared to erase his old identity in a matter of minutes. Megatron offers companionship, and this new realm of emotions and individual closeness is the greatest temptation.

"I- I look forward to partering with you in future missions." The temptation is too great. He grips Megatron's hand and refuses to look away from that still handshake.

He feels like something, he can't tell what, will be fine.

[peace_through_empathy]

For a long moment, Megatron's hand hangs in the air, and he becomes concerned he's over-steppe, become too familiar. Has he in fact just made things worse?

But then Magnus' hand closes around his, and the handshake is returned, and Megatron-after months of not even realizing he's been doing it-untenses. A corner has just been turned. The compliment is polite, formal, professional; and yet Ultra Magnus does not waste words carelessly. Everything he says is done so with carefully considered precision. And he does not speak falsely. Therefore, what he is saying is 100% true...and that there will be future missions the two of them will be going on.

Megatron smiles, satisfied. "So do I, my friend. So do I." The handshake is held a moment longer, before finally it's dropped. "Anyway, we're losing daylight. Shall we press on?"

[legalcy]

The handshake feels warmer, softer somehow that the others he had taken in the Magnus Armor. Casual contact is a wonderful sensation yet uncomfortable to sustain when wearing armor. It was disingenuous. Ultra Magnus formed no bonds with other mechs. He could not get too close to anyone.

Minimus lets go of Megatron's hand and lifts his head to face him. "We ought not to waste time." A serious nod, but one with some energy behind it. This isn't the distant gesture of a professional keeping away from his coworker.