[voice, then video and then maybe action?] Falling Down

[cerebroshellshocked]

....help......

[Voice first, quiet and strained.  After a moment, the feed switches to video, panning around the small room Ironfist's been using as a workshop.  It's littered, now, with broken bits of metal and cloth, that may look suspicious like Liege Maximo's Acolytes.  They look as though they've been...exploded somehow. ]


Please. I couldn't stop myself.

I'm bad.  

My head.

It's...

[The feed cuts, abruptly.]

((OOC: People involved in the Ironfist takedown, let's do it! Also, anyone else is welcome to respond, too.))

Comments

audio > action

[raceme]

IRONFIST!?

[A damn....He's going to track you down ads see if he can hep you somehow.]

audio > action

[cerebroshellshocked]

...Blurr? [He vaguely remembers this one talking to him, when he wanted to contact Ultra Magnus.]

Please. Don't come here.

action

[raceme]

You need help Ironfist _{If you really feel lie you} are slipping then we should do...something.

[He's no sure what, but he's there and looking around for you, buddy.]

action

[cerebroshellshocked]

You need to stay away.

Please. Just...I don't know, wall me in or something.

action

[raceme]

[Ah there you are. Blurr puts his arms up but he approaches him slowly. Slowly for Blurr at least.] It's fine listen YOU are noticing that this is hap-pe-ning which means there's still time we could ah..get you somewhere yes. [But not walling, walling is bad.]

AUDIO;

[thehardway]

Ironfist.

...I was not present when you initially asked for me. I. I apologize.

I can bring you somewhere secure, until we have this sorted out. If you want.

AUDIO;

[cerebroshellshocked]

...no...no problem.

I was just obeying orders.

[He's a terrible soldier--he knows that now--but he tries.]

Please. Sir. I'm not...I'm not safe to be around.

AUDIO;

[thehardway]

I should have been available to you. You did your part.

That could be so, but that is why I should escort you.

AUDIO;

[cerebroshellshocked]

No, please. It's...it's really not important.

Escort me...where? Are you going to offline me?

AUDIO;

[thehardway]

Offline-- no. You aren't lost to us yet, Ironfist.

[audio - because he can do this much!]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Has anyone been dispatched to help you?

[audio ;;;;;;;;-;;;;;; ambules]

[cerebroshellshocked]

Yes.

But.

I don't want to kill them, too.

[audio - WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT SON]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[well, you get a curse there]

Have an officer pick you up, bring you to the station. Once there, they can restrain you - if need be - and have First Aid look at you. He saw you last, correct?

[audio - actually he's not :C]

[cerebroshellshocked]

No! No, Please that's too many people. At the station. I need to be some place alone.

Yes he did. Please. This isn't his fault.

[audio - ;A;]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

You need help. Don't worry; the officers can take care of themselves.

I'm not blaming him for anything. I just want the doctor whose been handling your case to be the one to treat you.

Whatever is happening to you apparently is happening to the other glyphless as well. Some sort of descent into madness. It... will probably only get worse. You need to get help immediately.

video

[lifepersists]

[ He's. He's not sure what to do. This is beyond his medical expertise. What in Primus's name is happening here? ]

No, Ironfist! You're not bad. You're a very kind, caring mech. You care so much. You just wanted to see the good in everyone...

video

[cerebroshellshocked]

[And Ironfist knows all this and this is why he feels really bad.]

I did. But then...it's me, First Aid. I've killed so many people...so many.

It's not like you. You fix things. You heal. All I've done is hurt.

video

[lifepersists]

That doesn't matter. You didn't want to do that.

[ Think, First Aid. Think. ]

We can put you in stasis. One of the Firstforged might have a cold storage where you can place you, until... until we figure something out.

video

[cerebroshellshocked]

No, that's the worst part. I don't want to, and I did it anyway. Maximo's acolytes.

I killed them.

Can you? But...I'm not sure I want to wake up.

video

[lifepersists]

That's-- [ Oh, Primus. Terrible. ] It will be alright, Ironfist. We'll fix this.

I'll. I'm going to speak to Perceptor.

[Action]

[maxicpolarity]

[So. Those acolytes hadn't been as successful at retrieving Ironfist as he'd hoped.

With his assistants settled into the lab, it was time to finish the job himself.]

[He'll be at those coordinates you specified earlier.]

[Action]

[cerebroshellshocked]

[Ironfist is sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his legs, chin resting on his kneeplates. He's trying not to look around him, at the charred, blackened hulls of the acolytes, scraps of their robes singed and torn.

[He hears a noise outside, head tilting. A little drip of energon seeps from the wound on his head, where the bullet had been.]

Please. Go away. It's not safe

[Action]

[maxicpolarity]

[He does not answer right away...instead entering the room with caution. If the coordinates had not indicated this to be the right place, the bodies of his acolytes would have.]

That would not be honoring my promise, Ironfist.

[Action]

[cerebroshellshocked]

[He looks up, his optics are lustreless and dim. ]

Oh.

I-I'm sorry. I tried not to. It's just...everything I touch dies.

[Action]

[maxicpolarity]

That is the nature of the chaotic.

[Truly, the fact that you have become so destructive is a testament to its strength. He pauses at the body of one Acolyte, kneeling, inspecting the wounds it has, curious because they do not seem to have come from any weapon he's seen before.]

How did you do this?