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re_alignment2012-12-06 10:45 pm
megaton) wrote in re_alignment2012-12-06 10:45 pm
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[Video or ACTIONSPAM!][All over the place.]
[This begins so simply, with Megatron, in a cave, standing in front of the beginnings of the interdimensional space bridge he and his allies had been working on. There is a foundation, already constructed. There is even a power source in the form of a lovely generator nearby.]
If you believe I would let something as meaningless as a glyph keep me from my goals, you are mistaken.
I will continue.
Nothing will keep me from going home.
[He's going to do this. If he has some small headache, that means nothing. This won't stop him.]
There are only a few pieces more that are needed.
[A list scrolls, detailing parts that aren't assembled yet.] If anyone has access to these, I will be coming for them.
We are not finished.
Not yet.
[This is the only hope that he can give. For others...and for himself.]
((OOC NOTE: Megs will be patrolling the Haven while he responds to any replies. If you wish to have him run into you (as he begins to go Glyphless mad) then just put [Action] in your title! He will likely start out okay and then suddenly attack.))
If you believe I would let something as meaningless as a glyph keep me from my goals, you are mistaken.
I will continue.
Nothing will keep me from going home.
[He's going to do this. If he has some small headache, that means nothing. This won't stop him.]
There are only a few pieces more that are needed.
[A list scrolls, detailing parts that aren't assembled yet.] If anyone has access to these, I will be coming for them.
We are not finished.
Not yet.
[This is the only hope that he can give. For others...and for himself.]
((OOC NOTE: Megs will be patrolling the Haven while he responds to any replies. If you wish to have him run into you (as he begins to go Glyphless mad) then just put [Action] in your title! He will likely start out okay and then suddenly attack.))
ACTION;
[The whisper that Megatron gives -- he can sort of understand it. Considering their strange bout of relationship. The anger and hate and the reluctant trust and certainly on Soundwave's side? How much he doesn't want to still admire him in some ways.
Yeah, charismatic wacko indeed.
The hand is offered.]
When yer ready, dude.
ACTION; Here we go now.
[And there it is. So simple. A hand, offered, as he had done so many times before to other mechs for other reasons. All of them, working towards his goals. All of them, gone.]
[He takes the hand.]
[It feels warm.]
[It feels...fragile.]
[There's a temptation there which is hard to stave amidst the sudden chaos returning to him upon contact.
This is not his Soundwave, and he knows it, and it is more wrong, now, than ever. This is the one who betrayed him. This is the one who caused his death.
The nightmares.
Soundwave, who was the cause and the comfort of both, two individuals.
If not for that death, he might have made it home.
He might have.
And now...]
I'm ready.
[He is. He's ready.]
[He gives in to the whispers, and his grip on Soundwave's hand tightens immediately, painfully. He can rid himself of this problem, now, once and for all.]
[He pulls Soundwave toward him.]
ACTION;
It's worse than anticipated. He knows of those whispers. And he realizes a shy too late what's happening as he's pulled towards Megatron.
A hand comes up to stop himself from crashing into the former gladiator, not that he'd do much to topple the larger mech over; it rests on Megatron's chest and he tries to push himself away.]
Megatron-- lemme try, lemme help you.
[Soundwave tries to not let panic enter his voice.]
I can feel it in there, yer stronger than this.
ACTION;
This feeling.
He's stronger now. His thoughts are faster. He can finish his portal, he knows, when he's weeded out the traitors and the inferior brood who caused him to fail. He can still accomplish...anything. Anything he wants to.
These ideas make his engine purr, even as he carefully begins twisting Soundwave's hand, rending the metal between his fingers, twining his own in their grasp.]
You don't want to help me. [He laughs, softly, and his other hand reaches up to Soundave's faceplate, tracing along it for a moment.
His own Soundwave was not here.
His own had also left him, not strong enough to remain by his side.] That is why you let me die...let me experience the nightmare of falling to his darkness, repeated every night.
Every night.
This is my chance to repay that.
[He whispers:] Open your faceplate.
Do it, now, before I tear it off.
ACTION;
[He goes very still when the hand touches the faceplate, covering his repaired face. It was this that he still held fury against Megatron. What was forced upon him. What Ratchet did.]
I want to help you, but you gotta let me. We... we have a truce, remember?
I--
[There could be things he could say to challenge that back. What about the horrors he himself has to face? But that's-- that doesn't matter. He doesn't have his own nightmares often.
And it doesn't change the fact that Soundwave has always regretted letting Nemesis do what he did.
There's hesitation, then he reluctantly opens the plate, revealing his face.]
You don't want to do this. Believe me on that.
ACTION; Oh god I don't even know what I'm typing let me know if it's okay?
[And as soon as he was rid of Soundwave, he'd be able to continue. His biggest threat would be disposed of--the only mech who could truly see him for what he was. The mech he'd trusted...]
...
[For a moment, there's confusion in his own optics. If he has trusted Soundwave enough to let him this close, and share his poetry, and walk with him...then is there any reason to disbelieve him, now? He shakes his head, trying to clear it, willing the whispers to vanish.]
Help me.
[It's all he has, however, before the feeling of metal twisting in his fingers sends an electric jolt back through him. He releases Soundwave's hand, smirks, and grips the other's chin between thumb and forefinger.] You have no idea, Soundwave. No idea what I want to do.
[When he leans in, the kiss is all teeth. Biting, grating, and taking severe satisfaction in misusing the part of Soundwave's form that he knew the other hated.]
[But that is hardly all. At his side, there is a high-pitched whirr, and the heat of his warming canon presses into Soundwave's torso.]
Any last words? [He laughs, pulling back to lick his own lips.]
ACTION; it works!
[The whisper is the last thing. The last shred of who Megatron really was, and he can feel it slip away and he wants to grab onto it and shake him awake again, to be himself. Frustrating and admirable and spiteful and everything he hates and respects.
It's gone. That second of it is gone, swallowed up by the dark that's consuming him.
There's a fearful whine smothered down at the brutal kiss, Soundwave being the weaker physically of the two of them as he tries to shove Megatron back, unable to, stuck at the teeth biting and reminding him of his perfect mouth.
He remains terribly still even afterwards, the cannon pressed up against his abdomen. Soundwave's yellow visor glows fiercely as he glares at Megatron.]
Yeah.
...I'm sorry it came to this.
[Abruptly his hands come up to grab onto Megatron's helm. With all of his might, Soundwave shoves his mind into Megatron's, to try to scramble whatever he can. A sense of navigation, sight, functionality. Anything to stun him just long enough.
He'd done the same thing with Optimus Prime of his own world before and left feeling tainted forever. He hopes it'll be different this time.]
ACTION; oh good. x-x
Only moments, and he'll have had his revenge.
It's one moment too late.
His entire body flinches at the sudden intrusion in his mind, the cannon aiming wildly and firing, off toward the distance. It's powerful, now--strong enough to sear by heat and proximity alone. He can feel that, and he longs to put it to good use. To wipe his enemies from the face of the world.
His enemies. Everyone.
There's little distinction.
However, he cannot fathom how to fight back for a moment, terrified into irrationality by the conflicting presences of his taint and Soundwave. They war within his circuits like fire and ice, blinding him, hurting him, and it is only reflexive that he lashes out. He remembers anything horrible. Everything horrible.
His first night in jail, being beaten by Whirl. His time in the arena, taking life after life. Being deported in Axiom, orbiting a dead world in freefall. The darkness twisting inward as Nemesis claimed him.
He pushes Soundwave away, gripping him and throwing, hard.
They are horrible memories, but they are his. Soundwave should not have them.
Neither should Unicron.]
Get away from me. [He hisses, blinded, stunned. He doesn't know if his words are meant to fend off the attack--or provide a warning. Either way, his hands are already reaching out, groping aimlessly toward where he thought he had thrown Soundwave.]
ACTION;
Oh. Frag.
He's too still in shock to avoid Megatron. He lets out a yelp as he's picked up almost effortlessly and thrown. He crashes into the ground, rolling a moment. Soundwave gathers himself up, staring at Megatron.
He's more powerful now. Insanely so. Even the cannon.
This isn't good, and he can't fight Megatron on his own.]
Smelt!
[Soundwave transforms into his van mode, taking off. He needs help, if he can get it.]
ACTION; Beep beep!
The small figure zips right over the van. Perhaps it's not the smartest thing to do, but he doesn't want to believe that Megatron's completely lost his senses. There has to be a way to fight this, right?]
-Magnum!
ACTION; Beep beep!
He's done for.
He knows he's done for.
He cannot stand that fact, and both fists slam into the ground, pounding once and then again and then--]
Ventus?
[Someone is here, and the sound is familiar. The name, as well.]
Do not come close. [He warns, his optics flickering as they slowly return to functioning.]
ACTION;
-but Megatron still remembers him, speaks his name. It's enough a small enough relief, one much too obvious to him against the rise of panic but seconds ago.
Ventus does step forward again, although he's cautious for Magnum's warning.]
Wha... What is it? What's happening?
ACTION;
[The thought enrages him again, and a small pile of junk not far from him is demolished with another slam of his fist.]
This is unacceptable!
[He can feel his cannon warming again, and he can feel the whispers, telling him that it is right. He can feel something else within that, though, and he anchors himself to it fastly, willing himself to not lose control. He doesn't know how long it will last, however.]
You.
[He does, at least, have an alternative.]
You.
[He presses both hands into the ground, holding them there so they aren't tempted to reach toward the human nearby.]
I need your help.
[This is the hardest thing to ask.]
ACTION;
...me?
[Steeling himself, Ventus takes a step forward.]
What do you need me to do?
ACTION;
[He hisses, his optics falling to the ground, focusing on anything except the boy nearby.]
TELL THEM.
[He laughs, then, and it is not a pleasant sound.] Go.
Go, and tell them.
I'm sorry.
ACTION;
[It's a sound that makes him want to shiver.
He can't do anything for him. Not to fix this. But he'll do what he's asked because it's the only thing he can do.
Reluctantly, Ventus nods as he begins to backstep towards his glider again. He murmurs his own apology before he turns and leaps aboard, spurring the glider off as he blindly climbs into the skies.]
ACTION;