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re_alignment2013-12-28 02:01 am
sciencetank) wrote in re_alignment2013-12-28 02:01 am
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Perhaps this is a foolish question, but, considering I've never collected any data on the subject...
[Perceptor's where he always is, typing away at his console. Though his attention appears to be on the Glyph on his arm.]
[Staring accusingly at it.]
... While we're all aware these markings possess certain effects, should we attract the attention of our "hosts"... has anyone experienced any sort of negative effect, pertaining to the changing of one's brand?
[YOU KNOW. For curiosity's sake. Totally. No ulterior motive here.]
[Perceptor's where he always is, typing away at his console. Though his attention appears to be on the Glyph on his arm.]
[Staring accusingly at it.]
... While we're all aware these markings possess certain effects, should we attract the attention of our "hosts"... has anyone experienced any sort of negative effect, pertaining to the changing of one's brand?
[YOU KNOW. For curiosity's sake. Totally. No ulterior motive here.]
no subject
Are you okay?
[Just. You know. Checking in.]
private
To be perfectly frank?
I've... I'm no longer certain.
private
Two minds have more processing power than one...
So long as they aren't connected in parallel.
private
It's as if I'm no longer alone in my own mind.
Re: private
Who else is in there?
private
Last time I was near anyone... Wheeljack.
private
The wrecker?
Is he still in your head?
private
And, no. Not... not now.
private
And you could hear his thoughts.
[Clearly this needs to be tested further.]
Where are you, now?
And what was he saying?
private
My lab.
And it wasn't... words. Specifically.
private
[And if there's one thing a theorist loves to do, it's test out theories.]
Oh?
What was it, then?
private
[Buuuut he'll unlock the door anyway.]
... just. Feelings. Emotive things.
private --> Action
But I'd rather prove it.
[Just try not to look too delicious, he's still going through some problems with the whole 'energon zombie' thing. It's better than it was, but still.]
Have you felt this way around anyone else recently?
Or, conversely, has Wheeljack been around anyone else recently?
[He'll be there soon.]
private --> Action
[But there's no real fight in the words. He's too tired.]
I haven't been around anyone else since... it occurred. I came here, and locked the door.
And I don't know. I don't keep tabs on him.
private --> Action
[There's a knock on the door.]
You'e been alone in your lab...that makes 'alone' the control group.
I'll be the variable.
[This will be exciting. Thank any diety, because he really needs some excitement to keep his mind off other things.]
Action
I would prefer it if you didn't tell him I believed something to be wrong with me.
He... wasn't entirely thrilled the last time.
Action
[Skids enters cautiously...partially because its a lab and he knows better than to rush in, partially because he's testing something and its best to be careful, and partially because Perceptor's fuel lines are full of energon and he's not entirely gotten over his issue yet. It's a dark temptation.]
What did he do last time?
Action
[He keeps typing, his head bowed over the console. It's... not until the other bot is less than a few feet away that he suddenly flinches. Lights along his panels brighten sharply.]
... just spoke to me. We were right next to each other, too.
[Now he looks up.]
About where you are.
Action
It's not like he'd be excited by the science behind it anyway.
[Being that he was a Wrecker. Not that Skids had anything against wreckers, it just was interesting that Perceptor cared what they thought.]
Right here?
[Skids stops, his optics tracking the
energylights that flared along the seams of Perceptor's armor. Coming this close was a bad idea, and now the hunger pangs are starting again.][He takes another step closer.]
And what about now? Can you hear anything?
Action
[He stops typing, pressing his hands to his face, and cycling air slowly.]
Yes. Right there.
[It probably doesn't help that the sudden, sharp flood of... unwelcome feelings makes the lights flare even brighter, flickering wildly. Like an elevated heartbeat.]
... Interest. Doubt. A lack of... energy. In a way.
I don't think that makes any bloody sense, but it wasn't there a moment ago.
Action
[He takes another step closer. And another.]
It makes sense...
[Skid's voice drops low, distracted.]
I mean, I shouldn't have come. I had to get out, and I wanted to help, but I shouldn't have. I'm too hungry...
And you can feel that, can't you?
[He laughs, and cracks appear along his cheeks, leading downward towards his jaw. It's taking all his willpower not to take that final step at this point.]
Action
I don't understand it. It makes no sense to me...
[He gestures, vaguely at a shelf.]
Just... go take a cube, I've kept a ... few...
[Now that laugh he can't really ignore. When he looks up, he ends up staggering backward in surprise, knocking into a shelf behind him.]
[It's hard to be startled when you're as big as he is.]
What -- your face.
Action
[It is too late for him to eat nothing at this point, and he's suddenly terrified. The last thing he wants to do is drink Perceptor's energon. It would be a terrible end to a good friendship, but those lights...they're so close.]
Hand me a cube. I need it.
Now.
[He reaches out towards the scientist and his jaw splits, revealing the energon draining tentacle within. Having a cube would be enough of a distraction, but he can't focus enough to look away from Perceptor right now.]
Action
[Because it's suddenly clear he's made a very foolish decision, with no way to defend himself.]
[So he nods, wordlessly, and fumbles around until his fingers close around a cube on the far shelf. Without taking his optics off the other bot... he pitches the cube at him.]
[That's a tentacle.]
[That's... really a tentacle.]
Action
...
[His optics glance up as it drains, meeting Perceptor's and trying to focus through the haze. He needs to get away.]
...Later...
[He chokes out, and tosses the empty cube on the floor.]
We'll talk later about the fact that you're psychic.
[And with that, he is going to turn and BOLT to put as much distance between him and Perceptor's tempting glow as he can.]
Action