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Hello. You have reached the personal comm of Ultra Magnus, Former Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord. Second-in-Command of the Lost Light. I am unable to receive your communication at the moment, but if you could leave a detailed message, clearly stating your name, purpose of call, the exact date and time, and a method of which I can contact you, I will return your communication as soon as I am personally able.

If this is an urgent matter, please state BEFORE you state your name the nature and urgency of your situation on a scale of one to ten; One being a minor emergency, ten being the rough equivalent of a necrotitan resurfacing and wreaking havoc on--

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[knaval]

OH MY GOD MAGNUS JUST COME TO THE MEDIBAY

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Tone and volume, Riptide.

[knaval]

Please come to the medibay before I regret asking you.

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I'm already en route.

Be there soon.

[knaval]

Okay. I'll be h-here.

On the berth that p-practically has my friggin' silhouette carved i-into it.

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[Not ten minutes later, Magnus strides in.]

Riptide?

What is it you wanted to see me about?

[knaval]

[he holds up a small stack of data pads.]

These are all the essays I did for Megatron. Seeing as bucket head is apparently intent on staying an icicle, can you mark them? I really want to know how I did. It's been bugging me since I got here.

I have a present in it for you if you do!

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Bettering your education is already a present enough for me, Riptide.

I'd be more than happy to read them over.

[He takes a seat next to the berth and motions for the data pads.]

Now, give them here.

[There's a tinge of excitement in his voice.]

[knaval]

[AND HE DOES! there's about six of them, though they'll all be varying degrees of fail. some only by one or two marks, some magnus might struggle to award even one to.]

It's basically got your name on it, mate. You're having it.

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[Magnus reclines slightly and begins going through the data pads.]

Hmm...

[He reaches into a small compartment in his forearm and withdraws a little light pen and begins making marks.]

...You put a considerable amount of effort into these, Riptide.

[knaval]

[riptide watches him intently, though he's clearly trying to act like he's Not Bothered.]

Yeah, well. I never didn't. I just tried really hard and wasn't good at it.

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...Riptide, may I ask you something?

[knaval]

[oh god he's noticed the sexy megatron pillow]

Uh. Sure.

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...Why do you always look down on yourself?

[knaval]

I'm being realistic, Magnus. If you try real hard at something and still frag it up, then you're not very good at that something, are you?

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Smashing your face repeatedly into a brick wall and then proclaiming 'I'm a terrible drill' is not being realistic, Riptide. It's almost as if you set yourself up for failure so that you can declare that you irrevocably are.

[knaval]

What? I haven't been trying to prove to anyone that I'm a drill. That's a stupid metaphor.

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That...

...Riptide, do you know what a 'metaphor' actually is.

[knaval]

Uhhh...

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... ... ...

My point, Riptide, is that you never give yourself enough credit.

In fact...I challenge you to say something good about yourself.

Right now.

[knaval]

I'm funny!

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Yes! Good!

What else?

[knaval]

[riptide raises a finger, opens his mouth.]

...

...

...

...I'm tall?

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...Yes?

And?

[knaval]

I got nothin'.