Summon

Prowl had walked in on Jazz doing a lot of things. Some sparked jealousy, some hatred or disgust, sometimes even interest. But he didn't expect him to be doing this.

"Jazz," Prowl said from the door. "what is this?"

Jazz looked up from the circle made of ash on the floor. "Sup Prowl!" he greeted. "Ya like my newest project?"

Prowl took in the sight of Jazz sitting in a dark room with nothing but a few data pads, a circle of ash, and some candles.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Well ya see," he stood up and walked over to Prowl. "Ya know how finals are comin' up?" In the brighter light, Prowl could now see that Jazz had smeared ash all over his face plates as well. "And ya know how everyone's always sayin' stuff like, 'Primus is the answer.' and 'Believe in Primus'?" Prowl nodded. "Well, Primus didn't have my back last semester, so why would he have it now?" Prowl shrugged. "Long story short, Ah'm summomin' Unicron."

Prowl watched as Jazz returned to his post in the center of the circle. "Ya can join me if ya want." he offered.

"Pass." Prowl put his stuff down on his berth. "It would be much easier to just study."

"Naw, Ah'd rather summon Unicron."

"So instead of learning, you'd rather go against your spiritual beliefs and make a deal with the ultimate evil?"

"'xactly."

Prowl pursed his lip plates and nodded. "I'll leave you to it."