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[madgoddess]

you call upon Quintessa, the Prime of Life "Whether you are a creation of mine or not, you are welcome here..." ( . audio | video | text | action . )

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[madgoddess]

"I am here, Velocity."

Quintessa is tinkering away at her work station. During the Grand Wild Hunt she had acquired some rare examples of Cybertronian flora long since extinct, and was very carefully trying to splice them onto existing crystal buds.

"You sound as though you are preparing ill news..."

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

Velocity winced again and looked down as she scuffed a pede on the floor. "I- sort of? Yes? No. Maybe. I've been- I have a problem that I've been trying to handle on my own but it keeps happening and happening and it makes things so much worse and I hate it and Megatron said I should stop feeling sorry for myself and do something about it, and-"

All of that had been blurted out in a rush, and Velocity panted slightly through her vents as she dragged her optics back up to Quintessa. All four of her hands were now in a messy, anxious tangle, old ones and new. "...Do remember the butterflykin from that first thing I did with you at the lava fields?" She asked miserably. "Something shifted in my head after that. Maybe it had always been there or maybe she made it happen, but... I like causing pain now. It feels- it's nice. And Writhe keeps- kept using it against me," she mumbled, remembering that he was dead now, even if she couldn't tell if her soul was hers again or not (a thought that was frankly terrifying to think about).

Her tall crests flicked back to lay flatter as she pleaded in what was almost a whisper, "So- so could you fix it? Make it go away or put it in a box, or- or something? Please?"