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[youdiedagain]

[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!

Comments

[dinnerdate]

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.]

[youdiedagain]

[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.]

[dinnerdate]

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

Sorry.

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

[youdiedagain]

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

I didn't say it was bad!

[dinnerdate]

...Oh. Right.

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

[youdiedagain]

[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.

[dinnerdate]

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

[youdiedagain]

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

[dinnerdate]

[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.]

[youdiedagain]

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.]

[dinnerdate]

I can make a guess.

[Wings drooped and tucked back, he bends down and carefully picks up Sissel. If he's staying as company then holding him is probably the best way to keep as close to him as possible. Maybe stop an Autobot attack. If he's lucky.]

[youdiedagain]

[Getting scooped up is a bit of a new thing for him...although, it shouldn't be. He's been picked up by people when he's possessed an umbrella, or something of the like.]

You think the medics here might know what to do?

[dinnerdate]

[Dead End nods.]

Yeah, and even if they don't I'm sure they can figure something out... You're human, they're Autobots. They won't be able to resist helping you out.

[youdiedagain]

So...why aren't you an Autobot? You took to me pretty well.

[dinnerdate]

I wasn't hired by them. Told you there's different views on things as well... I know I'm not that great of a Decepticon.

[youdiedagain]

I won't lie, you don't really fit the bill of one.

But was the price enough to really sign yourself over to it? Do you think about what you would have morally done? Not saying I don't trust your opinion, but...

You know, guardian ghost and all.

[dinnerdate]

[Sigh. He knows, he knows. But Sissel hasn't seen the crazy yet, so maybe he'll change his mind if he ever does.]

I don't agree with everything the Autobots stand for... But I don't agree with everything the Decepticons do either. Don't think the Autobots would have accepted me anyway.




...When did you become my guardian ghost?

[youdiedagain]

Seems like a muddy alignment system, either way.

[Sissel doesn't know too much about war. But...good and evil seem to be common enough themes for him.]


...Well, I said I'd save you if anything happened, right?

[dinnerdate]

I guess. Stuck where am, don't let it bother you.


I still don't think you can...

[youdiedagain]

There's no way you can work yourself out of it?

[To tell you the truth, he doesn't know Dead End's suffering from anything Dark E. related. He doesn't know any other Dead End.]

We'll leave that part for me to worry about.

[dinnerdate]

No, I'd be killed... And with the way I am wouldn't last without a faction.


Can't talk you out of it?

[youdiedagain]

'The way you are'?



Can't say it'd work too well.

[dinnerdate]

Yeah.

[What is explaning?]


Didn't think so...

[youdiedagain]

...


As many times as it takes, I'll make sure you don't die.

[dinnerdate]

...Thanks. I don't see what makes me worth that much, but I'd hug you if I didn't think you'd be crushed.