the hammer rings, the forge sings

[forgeoflegend]

 It's been a long time since she's stepped into this place.  Solus Prime does not spend much time outside the small pocket dimension that is her tomb.  Her specter needs to remain there eternally for those that need her and know how to find her resting place.  But sometimes it is good to feel alive again, to walk and feel solid ground beneath her feet and the heat of a star on her back.

Her form today is smaller then the first time she was here, still tall enough to tower over most but not quite the towering over most buildings size.  She is Prime shifting size isn't something too difficult.  And it's polite, this place primarily isn't built for people larger then most of the buildings.

She's in a quiet part of the Plaza today, and before her is a hologram, her creation Lathe.  An ever shifting six sided lattice that becomes more confusing and unfathomable the longer any aside from Solus looks upon it.  This along with the hammer in her hand, her forge, was the device used to create every legendary artifact of her world.  The arms and armaments of the Primes, of the Gods.  What inspiration will this place give her? It's been so long since hefted her hammer in creation.

For those onlookers who stare at her Lathe a moment or two longer then is strictly comfortable they might see something within.  Something they want, or need, or desire.  The Lathe is strange sort of mirror in that sense.

To these observers Solus glances at asks the deceptively simple question, "What do you see?"

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[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage is walking bipedally through the Plaza, where she has come to buy more flowers for her garden and her perfumes. Once she has what she wants, she'll become the Jaguar XK to carry them home.

Although both her amica and her conjunx would chide her for doing so, she drops to one knee when she sees the Lady.

"My mother," she says, with reverence. But she's looking at Solus, not at the Lathe. She doesn't dare to look at the Lathe. She's afraid she will see what she owes for the life she bought back, and she's afraid the debt is coming due.

[Ravage's debt is owed to her own Solus Prime, but alternates are not her first and most immediate thought given what Solus (and Megatronus!) did for her and for Megatron.]

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub is a frequent visitor to the plaza and known by many; drunken, warrior angel with a love for the forge and contest. He's not as put off by the appearance of the being he finds, more interested in the forge than the nature of the user at first.

He's nearly seven foot tall with his white and red splattered wings arching up farther, those are illusions. What is beneath few here but the strongest angels can look upon without madness, blindness or death. Still, the right people might get a flicker of the fire and spirit beneath, an angel made of emotion that fuels the continuation of his own universe.

His solid black eyes are finally diverted from the forge when questioned, feathers rustling as they adjust. "I don't see anything but it feels peaceful."

[alittlehinky]

There is a young man in a wheelchair that passes nearby on the sidewalk. He is deeply focused on steering himself, so much so that it looks like he might wheel himself right into her for a minute. At the last second, some sixth sense catches his attention, or maybe he just hears her move, and he stops, startled, and looks up (quite far up; he's seated, even if she's not as huge as usual). His gaze flickers across her face, back down to the Lathe, and for a moment his eyes are wide. And then he very carefully and deliberately looks away and tries to back-pedal.

There are faces there, and even at a glance he has an idea what they mean, but he's wary for a very good reason.

"Beg your pardon, ma'am," he says without looking back at her. "But th' last guy who asked me somethin' like that left me in this chair, so I ain't exactly eager to talk about it."

"Are you...um. Are you a'ight? Need directions or anything?" Even if he's not sure he can trust her, he can at least be polite.

[sharktoothtotem]

Taylor is used to the big bots, after all her sometimes host if one. Though, this one? The treasure hunter (Tomb raider) doesn't know.

The question though catches her off guard and she realized she had been watching the item in the femmebot's hands.

"My uncle, his brother and Scully. Guess you could say my family. Haven't been able to contact them lately." She glanced up. "Also saw the Brotherhood, the ones that, are trying to make good on a mistake they made to my bloodline."