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dunmurderinTitle: Untitled
Originally Posted: February 26, 2007
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Witness (OC)
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: Unknown
Rating: G
Summary: Witness ponders his divination tools
Author's Notes: Witness is one of Pressgang's people. Like her he's a big tankformer, but unlike her, he's got a more mystical streak. This was just a noodle that got into my head and I needed to get it out.
Witness settled himself at the table, carefully smoothing the scrying cloth so that his castings would be true and clear. Once he was satisfied with that, he reached into an inner hatch and pulled out his "tools" -- a small bag of various scraps of metal and plastic he'd inscribed with various marks and sigils. He poured them out into his hand, double-checking that they were all there since Snag and Snare had a bad habit of filching pieces to make various good luck charms for themselves. Since they were also his prime suppliers of scraps, Witness tended to overlook their petty thievery.
Satisfied that his scraps were complete, Witness swept them back into their bag before he opened a secret compartment behind his Decepticon symbol and pulled out a handful of small objects. Unlike the scraps, he handled these with true reverence. Unlike the scraps, these were elements of rare and potentially real power.
Gently, he set the objects on the cloth and admired them for a moment. They were strange -- not metal, not plastic -- but creations of stone. A sculptor he'd dallied with once had sworn they had to be manufactured, sculpted by an artist of incredible skill but Witness knew differently. He'd found them vorn ago, back when he and Pressgang were still new creations living deep under Cybertron with their creators. Explaining that, however, would have brought unwanted attention to his and Pressgang's people.
He fingered a thin piece of limestone that had what appeared to be an imprint of an alien creature's internal support structure stamped into the rock. The creature was streamlined, almost like a shuttle but it was clear whatever it was supposed to be hadn't been meant to move through air.
The story in the Trenches was that such things were failed prototypes -- designs and models left over from the days of the Overseers that had been stored away deep in the vaults of the planet. Himself, Witness thought of them as something more, perhaps signs of Primus's hand in the planet. Whatever they were, they were special, special enough to help influence his auguries.
Originally Posted: February 26, 2007
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Witness (OC)
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: Unknown
Rating: G
Summary: Witness ponders his divination tools
Author's Notes: Witness is one of Pressgang's people. Like her he's a big tankformer, but unlike her, he's got a more mystical streak. This was just a noodle that got into my head and I needed to get it out.
Witness settled himself at the table, carefully smoothing the scrying cloth so that his castings would be true and clear. Once he was satisfied with that, he reached into an inner hatch and pulled out his "tools" -- a small bag of various scraps of metal and plastic he'd inscribed with various marks and sigils. He poured them out into his hand, double-checking that they were all there since Snag and Snare had a bad habit of filching pieces to make various good luck charms for themselves. Since they were also his prime suppliers of scraps, Witness tended to overlook their petty thievery.
Satisfied that his scraps were complete, Witness swept them back into their bag before he opened a secret compartment behind his Decepticon symbol and pulled out a handful of small objects. Unlike the scraps, he handled these with true reverence. Unlike the scraps, these were elements of rare and potentially real power.
Gently, he set the objects on the cloth and admired them for a moment. They were strange -- not metal, not plastic -- but creations of stone. A sculptor he'd dallied with once had sworn they had to be manufactured, sculpted by an artist of incredible skill but Witness knew differently. He'd found them vorn ago, back when he and Pressgang were still new creations living deep under Cybertron with their creators. Explaining that, however, would have brought unwanted attention to his and Pressgang's people.
He fingered a thin piece of limestone that had what appeared to be an imprint of an alien creature's internal support structure stamped into the rock. The creature was streamlined, almost like a shuttle but it was clear whatever it was supposed to be hadn't been meant to move through air.
The story in the Trenches was that such things were failed prototypes -- designs and models left over from the days of the Overseers that had been stored away deep in the vaults of the planet. Himself, Witness thought of them as something more, perhaps signs of Primus's hand in the planet. Whatever they were, they were special, special enough to help influence his auguries.
