re_alignment | 03// [Video]

[The feed clicks on, and it shows Sissel, slightly limping back towards Vector Prime's temple. Why is he limping? Well, he seems to be rather beaten up, his sunglasses cracked, his coat torn and burnt, his hands a sickening black colour. Someone had obviously gotten too close to the crossfire.]

I hate to bother anyone...but-

[His hand removes itself, and...well...

The whole left side of his chest is completely blown open. This would normally be bad for a human, but...he's not bleeding. If you look past the charred and shredded clothing, it seems to be a prosthetic casing with...what looks like a robotic skeleton underneath. There's a ribcage, bones...everything but in robotic form. It's almost too aesthetically similar...But how is this being powered? Well, right where his heart is is a blue glowing...something.

It seems to be powering everything within the chest, and even branching out to other parts of the body.]

I need a doctor.

[The tone in his voice sounds rather urgent.]

I'm not sure which kind is best at this, but.. I'll take anyone!

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You don't value your life very much, do you.

[Despite being a lanky little string bean, he manages to curl up in that seat a bit.]

[Dead End slows to a stop once they reach their destination, obviously taking far too long to answer a simple question. But it's a lot to think about! Like if he actually wants to answer it.]

No...

[Sissel is silent for a few minutes, hesitating to get out of the car. The hand that isn't covering his chest reaches out to the dashboard, running his hand along it.]

You should.

Take it from me, you'll wish you did when the time comes.

I haven't for a long time now. Don't think I can.

Just try. It's all I'll ask from you.

...I don't see the point, Sissel.

We're friends, right?

That should be the point.

Yeah.

I don't get it.

What's not to get? Friendship doesn't have requirements.

At least not from what I've witnessed.

[He leans back into that seat some more.]

Why is that the point?

...You okay? Need me to take you in?

Valuing your life because of the friendships you have...it makes life worth living, don't you think?

Even if that friend is dead.

[He looks down at his chest, yes slowly closing, not that you can tell.]

I'll be fine.

Edited 2012-12-13 08:17 (UTC)

Can't I just like having you as a friend?

[And you know. Not. Value himself.]

Okay.

[There's a laugh.]

Well, I like having you as a friend too. Someone who...notices.

[After a few more moments, he starts to climb his way out of the seat and out to his feet.]

[He transforms as soon as Sissel gets out of him, crouching down.]

Why wouldn't I notice? You kind of attacked me at that party.

[Just...this face, Dead End.]

Attacked, talked to...same thing.

[Can you sense the sarcasm from that?]

It's pretty close. I was in a corner.

[By himself. In the dark. Not wanting to talk to anyone.

He attempts a small smile.]

[That's such a weird smile, Deads. But Sissel finds some kind of charm in it, and looks over his sunglasses, blue eyes glittering from underneath them.]

Hey, I didn't think you could smile.

[M-Maybe there was a reason for that.]

[And that mouth shuts, wings drooping ever so slightly.]

Sorry.

[It's bad isn't it. He shouldn't have tried it.]

[And that hand raises up, as if to try and stop it.]

I didn't say it was bad!

...Oh. Right.

[His wings twitch a bit. He's not used to that.]

[He can see Dead End is probably feeling slightly awkward, so he'll help the guy out.]

Thanks for the ride. I can take it from here, if you have other things to do.

I don't have anything to do. But uh, if you don't need me...

I could use the company. Afraid I've never been looked at by a medic.

[Company. Right, he can do company. As long as he doesn't get blamed for Sissel's condition by the Autobots. Which he probably will.]

I can stay.

[And keep close to Sissel like a lost puppy.]

I actually wouldn't mind the company. You'd be surprised how lonely it is being dead.

[Well yeah, Sissel. Your best friend is a lamp.]

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