re_alignment | [Video]

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!event: glyphless

[Video]

[The feed flickers on, but...something doesn't seem right. Yes, it's showing Optimus Prime (or one of them) and that's all fine and dandy, but... there's something about him that seems off. He has his back faced towards the camera, looking out towards Liege Maximo's temple. He was starting to become affected by this glyphless state. He'd been able to hold it off for as long as he could, but...it was maddening.

His fists clench and unclench as he looks down at the stasis cuffs Perceptor had provided for him. He didn't remember those coming off, and seemed to be glancing at his hands. The scientist did say it was temporary.

There wasn't enough time to get to Liege's temple.

So...]

Autobots. Report in.

[He had to end this. Before it started.]

(ooc: Technically he didn't say HIS autobots, so...anyone's game to jump in on this.)

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I am afraid it is difficult to maintain such...behavior for too long.

[He really really really wants to just punch the feed and go on a rampage. But...he can't let the network see him like that.]

[Cliffjumper makes another frustrated noise and drags a hand down his faceplates, nodding slowly. It's not too hard to figure out what the Prime means.]

Okay, okay, uh... I ain't sure I could do a lot, but I could work my way over.

[Not that he hasn't tossed himself at mechs larger than him (hard not to), but considering this is a Prime, and Cliffjumper here? Not a lot taller than Arcee.]

Any effort would be appreciated--

[His name...he looked so familiar...vaguely.]

...your designation.

[He didn't want to get it wrong.]

[Question is just if he could make himself fire the sniper rifle that he does have...]

Whatever I can do.

[If he could make himself do it.]

An' it's Cliffjumper.

Your effort is appreciated.

[His eyes dart back to his, locking themselves to them.]

Cliffjumper. I apologize our meeting could not have been on better terms.

[He had a feeling you were Cliff...]

[But it won't matter, will it, since none of them can change this.]

Yeah, me too. Slag it all...

[He groans and scrubs his faceplates again.]

Okay, just... do what ya can. Maybe we can--- [But he can't make himself finish that and just grimly shakes his helm.]

Okay, gonna get over there.

Thank you. Rendezvous with Smokescreen, Bulkhead, and Perceptor.

[There's a lack of emotion in that sentence. More than usual. He didn't want to...further make this difficult for Cliffjumper.]

Feel like I should say "keep it together", but slag... That won't happen either way.

[Somehow, Cliffjumper manages to not sound defeated, just incredibly frustrated, but he's closer to the first than the second.

He opens his mouth again, about to say... he's honestly not sure himself, then just shakes his helm, scowl once more gracing his faceplates before he disconnects to transform and drive over.]

My apologies...friend.

[All he can do is wait. Apologize and wait.]

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