[ Hello Cybertron, guess who's back?
If you guessed everyone's favorite floating creepersphere, you'd be right. And probably also horrified. The video feed shows Prism, in his proper body and most definitely not confined to his room, floating happily somewhere near the junk pile. ]
Hello! I suppose I must commend you for quarantining me for so long, but I'm afraid your containment measures could not withstand superior technology.
[ Something moves in the background, sliding slowly into view. It's the Gatherer, and it's... not alone. ]
...this is what I get for trying to be helpful. Tentacle rape. Can't even be fraggin' original.
[ Prism turns slightly, sighing in a rather bored manner. ]
If I was attempting to violate you, I would be much more thorough. I would suggest cooperating, it would make this entire endeavor much easier on you.
Yeah I'll keep that in mind. [ Whirl struggles against the tentacles, which seem quite determined to get friendly with him. ] This where I'm supposed to like beg for mercy or something?"
[ Whoops. Hope you like being upside down, Whirl. ]
If you had a mouth I would gag you. I don't suppose you have any companions who will be coming to your attempted rescue?
[Not really a fan, no. ] Fraggin shame I don't have one, then, isn't it? [Whirl refuses to answer the second part. Because no. ]
What a shame. I suppose I will have to find something else to do with you. [ Mouth or no, a tentacle winds itself around Whirl's face and head before Prism turns his attention back to the feed. ]
All that aside, I'm very excited to get back to work. There are so many of you now! I look forward to cataloguing each and every one of you in great detail.
[You can muzzle him but you can't muffle justice! Or....something. Whirl starts shooting at...something. It's hopefully at least noisy and ruining that whole sinister ambiance thing you're going for. Jerk.]
Really-- [ Prism's exasperated response is cut off as he ends the feed, presumably to deal with Whirl
who is proving to be more trouble than he's worth. Just before the feed disappears the tentacles constrict and there's a sudden crunch.
That. Didn't sound too good. ]
[ Oh look, it's Prism again--still stuck in the body of one of Liege Maximo's Acolytes. He doesn't appear any worse for wear otherwise, and he's currently seated on the berth that occupies one corner of his quarters. ]
[ Still as perky as ever, if his bright tone is any indication. ]
How are you all? Well, I hope. Personally I'm rather bored. Incarceration is a dull affair, although I fail to see how this qualifies as any sort of punishment.
That said, I have a simple proposition.
Either Hal Nine-Thousand is brought to me immediately, or I will begin systematically detonating the devices currently implanted within several members of the population.
[ Prism is speaking in his usual overly saccharine tones, but this time there's a slight edge to it, almost like annoyance. The biggest difference, though? His voice is currently coming out of one of the Acolytes. Behind him hovers his Gatherer, tentacles currently picking apart a pile of junk upon an examination table. ]Ha. Ha. Ha.
I suppose you find this suitable punishment for the destruction of a single faulty drone? It's a little bit much, don't you think? And honestly it's rather dull. It's been done before, and done better.[ Not that he's really complaining about that. At least he's still inorganic (thankfully), albeit stuck in a much less... capable body. ]At least I am still able to observe protocol. I would like to thank those who have already provided samples and data for me to work with. Your contributions are very much appreciated.[[ ooc; Prism has been stuck in an Acolyte body by Liege! Feel free to hunt him down for being a Giant Science Asshole. ]]
[ Prism's voice is a cheery burst of sunshine across the Link, the Monitor sounding vaguely excited about... everything, really. ]
Hello, I am 686 Ebullient Prism, Monitor of Line Installation 1-4! As per protocol, I am obligated to inform you that unauthorized removal of a Monitor from facility grounds is strictly prohibited.
If anyone is capable of offering a more cohesive explanation of the workings of the Lambda, I would be very interested in hearing it. I am already aware that it is a space-time anomaly spanning at least several universes. You could say I have a fair bit of experience dealing with this sort of anomaly. Outside input would be quite welcome, as the drone present at my awakening was not particularly helpful.
[ And is now missing a head. ]
I would like to thank you all in advance for your cooperation. I look forward to meeting you all!