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[herald_ramjet]

[The first few moments are merely filled with a strange, nearly cheery sort of music. It's actually the decay-rate of radioactive elements made audible for anyone present.

If you would want to be morbid, it's like a symphony of destruction, right there.]

It seems like all the little lights are going out... one by one.

[Ramjet laughs, the swaying sound of it briefly overlaying the "music" in the background and when he quiets, there's a second noise intruding on the still-continuing "song"; it sounds very similar to the whisper of the Calling, previously to the arrival of the Glyphless.

It's different however, but definitely there.]

As it progresses towards its inevitable, destructive end, my offer is still open. You aren't all you can be... so let me provide the service of making you so!

[It's an honest, amused offer, but by now it doesn't matter if anyone chooses to take it. You're all going down, those of you not marked, and it will be delightful, no matter the damage any one of you cause... because just changing, succumbing will be enough.]

[Locked to Nemesis Prime]
Choices, choices, choices and even a choice which is a lack of it, and why, Prime...

Why do I get the impression you chose the one which... in the end... will have no impact, will be utterly meaningless, for you and anyone else?

[He knows that'll go unanswered. It doesn't matter. He'll get you. Just got to choose the right moment.]

[Locked to Barricade]
You should, perhaps, have kept a closer optic on your... friend.

[Yes, he's basically being obnoxious.]

Comments

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[namesnotprowl]

Well. You did kind of say you wanted to take me apart to base atoms and then take those apart. In so many words.

[He's not exactly an idiot, after all. Especially when it comes to the fact that he's apparently somehow managed to horn in on something Ramjet and Convoy had going on before he met Convoy.]

It wasn't much of a stretch.

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[herald_ramjet]

And yet some are less than bright and would not pay attention to what's clearly said to them, leading to... unfortunately necessary actions.

[There's another brief, wavering chuckle, surprisingly devoid of bombastic notes and rather dry.]

It happens quite often.

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[namesnotprowl]

Keh. Sounds like home.

[It's muttered also a bit dry. WELL, ANYWAY.]

Glad t'be slightly smarter than other members of the populace, in that case. Always did try to keep one step ahead.

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[herald_ramjet]

Just don't drop that tendency, and we should all get out of this as well as we can.

[Well, except Prime. Ramjet's a bit frustrated that he can't get a proper lock, even with that deliciously chaotic, powerful presence so... near.

And yet so far.]

[audio/locked]

[namesnotprowl]

That's a big 'should', there. Lot of room for error. Even for the clever and the cautious.

[He'll keep checking for Convoy. Even if he can't get him out, he can at least know where he is. For all the good that would do either of them.]

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[herald_ramjet]

I suppose, in a way, it is good, then, that multiversal nexii like this do not, in the end, destroy the base. We just leak out of our molds, out of reality and slide again and again, changing...

[Ramjet sounds almost contemplative, but that might also have been a touch more incoherent than usual.]

In the end, Barricade, given where he is... No one will like the result of the foolish decision he chose!

[Ramjet outright huffs and then, finally and perhaps mercifully for the safety of at least one party involved, disconnects.]