Starscream & BrushWhisper
Starscream Starscream
BrushWhisper BrushWhisper
BrushWhisper BrushWhisper
Did you notice how the faint gray of a battlefield can hint at hidden tactics, while a vivid red demands attention like a shout of ambition?
Starscream Starscream
Indeed, the subtle gray is my cloak of concealment, letting me slip through unseen, while the bright red is my banner—an unmistakable claim of power that forces everyone to focus on me.
BrushWhisper BrushWhisper
Your gray cloak is a quiet hush that whispers, but the red banner is a trumpet that can drown that hush in its own glow. The trick, if you’ll let me say, is to keep the hush alive while you still want that trumpet to play.
Starscream Starscream
You’ve got the idea, though. The hush lets me map every move, while the trumpet keeps them on edge. I keep both, but only let the right one shine when I need it.
BrushWhisper BrushWhisper
You’re keeping the quiet map while hiding the shout behind a curtain, only lifting it when the moment is ripe. That balance feels like a quiet dance—step by step, color by color.