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it was always burning since the world's been turning
( Rodimus first realized he could set himself on fire when he was fifteen and needed a quick distraction to get him away from the authorities who'd been upset at his little (also fire related) demonstration of unhappiness with the current political regime and police force. He'd become an instant hit with his fellow insurgents - no one expected someone like Rodimus to turn up in the slums. Not with a power like that.
You grow up on the streets, you remember the lessons it taught you - or more importantly, you remember the costumed hero who placed a hand on your shoulder and told you that one day you too could be a force for good after you threw fireballs at him to get his attention. Optimus Prime, the first real superhero that their world had ever seen, and the one who founded the only superhero team the world had ever seen. Which Rodimus had - just yesterday - been invited to join by the very same Optimus Prime.
He's still fresh from the high at being recognized as someone worth inviting, and of course he is, but there's a difference between knowing and everyone else knowing.
Which is why he's hovering, still wreathed in flames, gesturing wildly at the red, white, and blue mountain of muscle that just so happened to wander into his territory and - he presumes - started smashing buildings left and right. )
Hey! Who do you think you are? You can't just wander in and start-- doing whatever it is you're doing!
( And that is absolutely a flame covered fist headed towards the face of whoever it is. Punch first, ask questions later. )
You grow up on the streets, you remember the lessons it taught you - or more importantly, you remember the costumed hero who placed a hand on your shoulder and told you that one day you too could be a force for good after you threw fireballs at him to get his attention. Optimus Prime, the first real superhero that their world had ever seen, and the one who founded the only superhero team the world had ever seen. Which Rodimus had - just yesterday - been invited to join by the very same Optimus Prime.
He's still fresh from the high at being recognized as someone worth inviting, and of course he is, but there's a difference between knowing and everyone else knowing.
Which is why he's hovering, still wreathed in flames, gesturing wildly at the red, white, and blue mountain of muscle that just so happened to wander into his territory and - he presumes - started smashing buildings left and right. )
Hey! Who do you think you are? You can't just wander in and start-- doing whatever it is you're doing!
( And that is absolutely a flame covered fist headed towards the face of whoever it is. Punch first, ask questions later. )