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[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.]

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[Oh, he does want to do that Barricade. In fact...

When Ramjet laughs, the audio sways and spits static, turning in on itself in an apparent attempt to avoid broadcasting the noise.]

I would prefer to annihilate your atoms one by one, working inwards in all the little glittering layers that make up you, from the flat, gray, nearly mundane energon atoms in your frame, to the tiny, sparkling supernovas in your spark.

I also know of a delightful little spark affliction that turns the victim into a black hole of eternal hunger, their spark consuming itself but unable to extinguish as they're mindlessly driven to feed on others.

No, I don't care, Barricade...

[The whisper slithers and drips like mercury, eating up the air like acid on metal as Ramjet seamlessly slides between terrifying focus, and bombastic, over-dramatic descriptions that may... or may not... have actual anchor in reality.]

But someone else does. Or did. So it all depends on how good you're going to be, and how long you'd prefer to stay alive as he'd probably prefer.

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[Barricade has never heard someone's destruction described in quite such a way. Nor heard such a casual mention of zombification outside of certain forums he'd briefly skimmed on Earth.

Though, if that did happen, he'd at least hope that Ramjet would finish it sooner or later. So many have left him half-dead that it's actually gotten tedious. Then again...]

Considering that someone bothered to keep me alive, it would be remiss of me to just throw my life away irritating you. But at least I know where I stand here; that's refreshing.

[No one else ever states their desire to take him apart piece by piece so plainly.]

I'll have you know I don't just behave for anyone. Fair warning.

[Like it? He can go into even more detail. And ot's almost zombification... the individual is still alive and not dead after all. That's what makes it even more beautiful, you see.

And he certainly would end it relatively soon... He's not the type to linger.]

Your mere precense irritates me, but that has no bearing here! And you would not behave even for... [there's a strange little noise from Ramjet, disrupting the audio. It might have been a sneer.] Convoy?

[If the rattling of plating on Barricade's side of the comm is any indication, Ramjet finally found a way to annoy him.]

He didn't require me to. And I'm sure he knew the benefits of having someone test him a little, from time to time.

[Though in truth he probably would have bent over backwards for Convoy if the mech had ever said the words. And Convoy was the only mech that could have ordered him to use those data uplink cables of his and gotten away with it. Well, eventually.]

[How nice, there are holes to stick his fingers into!]

And trust me, whether you've met the version of Prime the lack of a Glyph will make him into in this place, I believe, given what he's said that this would probably be the single time to behave.

Unless, of course, you'd like to join him?

[Not that Ramjet would suffer that for long, but it might amuse him to repeat his offer, especially now when things are getting... tense.]

[There are more holes than Ramjet would know to look for, really.]

We'll see how things go.

You know, if I'd gotten this many offers to join folks' causes back home, I'd've been able to retire a long while ago. Unfortunately I have to go with 'Sorry, pass'.
Admit it. If I took the deal you'd just punt me through eight other dimensions simultaneously as soon as you could.

[He can manage a slight bit of humor, at least.]

[There's a moment of, perhaps stunned, silence, before Ramjet laughs. The most unpleasant thing is probably how it switches between a slightly more pleasant sound to a lot more... manic-sounding.]

I would, yes. At least you are astute.

[But given the way he'd declared what he'd want to do, anything less would be surprising.]

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.

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.

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.

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.]

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.]

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.]

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