And another one of these!

[makeshiftwings]

General musebox post is go! ... Again!

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[makeshiftwings]

[ It's real, all right. Real and solid and not totally going to make him... I don't know, take a nap after refueling. ]

Is that energon? But I thought you said it didn't grow on trees.

[sciencetank]

It shouldn't. By all rights, all laws of natural order, and physics, this shouldn't be possible.

[So... what happens if he tries to remove it from the tree. Surely the illusion vanishes then.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Oh no, it's real. Removing it from the tree doesn't effect it in any way. ]

Is it some new species of tree, maybe?

[sciencetank]

[He turns it over a few times in his hands.]

No. Energon does not appear naturally in such a state. It's impossible.

[Well. Only one thing to do. Test it. By refueling.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Still totally normal, but Angel doesn't know that and has a minor panic attack ]

Perceptor! Is that- I don't think that's very wise.

[sciencetank]

I can't very well have you test it, can I? There's only one way to find out whether or not it's safe.

[makeshiftwings]

[ She's quiet a moment, then nods. ] I understand. Please be careful.

[sciencetank]

Careful. Psh. What is research without a bit of risk?

[But so far, let's see. It all seems to be perfectly normal.]

Seeing as I've yet to fall over dead... it seems safe enough.

[makeshiftwings]

I'd rather not see you get hurt. That's all.

[ Well, that's encouraging, and she holds out her loaf of bread to him ]

Can you tell if this is safe, or do I have to... experiment?

[sciencetank]

If that were to occur, I'm capable of basic field repairs.

[He... picks it up in two fingers. Like it's something nasty.]

... molecular scanning doesn't pick up anything terribly harmful. I can't say what is and isn't safe for an organic being to consume, but it's composed entirely of organic carbon elements...

[Yes, Angel, it's safe.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ SHE'S CONCERNED FOR YOU PERCY, GOSH. At least pretend to notice. ]

That doesn't exactly tell me much. It looks like I'll be doing a little research of my own.

[sciencetank]

[No one is ever concerned for him, what is that.]

Well. Do take care. I'm not familiar with organic reconstruction.

[makeshiftwings]

Neither am I, really.

[ She tears a piece off and... takes a hesitant bite.

Nope, she's not falling over dead either. ]

[sciencetank]

... I take it from your continued functionality, your fuel is also safe for consumption?

[makeshiftwings]

That's what it looks like.

... The convenience of it all has me worried, though.

[sciencetank]

Since it's rather impossible for energon to grow on a tree, the entire thing has me concerned.

[makeshiftwings]

I've never really looted anything before, but I think we should take what we need and leave. This place is... creepy.

[sciencetank]

"Looting" is such a Decepticon term.

Salvage is far more preferable. However, yes, I'm in agreement.

[makeshiftwings]

I'll meet you back here in a few minutes, then. [ brb, going to get some stuff!! ]

[sciencetank]

Very well.

[Now then. Time to better examine this magic energon tree.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ she's gone for a while. Almost too long, and then suddenly, her voice comes literally screaming over the comm: ]

Perceptor!!

[sciencetank]

Primus--!

[Ever seen a tank jump? It's not pretty. But a shriek was the last thing he expected.]

What--? What is it!

[makeshiftwings]

The trees! They--

[ the feed cuts suddenly, but not before Angel manages to somehow, desperately, send her location ]

[sciencetank]

[What in the...]

[Regardless of confusion, the tank transforms, and rolls out toward her location.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Somewhere outside of the town- not to far, but a rather fair distance, there stands another one of those glowing trees. Pressed against the trunk by thick branches that may as well be more like vines, is poor little Angel. She's unconscious, but her tattoos are glowing, pulsing in time with the light of the tree. ]