re_alignment | [Video]

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!npc | megatronus prime

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Now that our most recent issue has been resolved...

[Cue Megatronus' familiar murderous expression, also known as his Mondays face.]

Frenzy.

I will give you a choice. You will present yourself to the police force, or you will present yourself to me. These are your only options. If you choose to take a third route, I will make you regret your very existence.

Don't test my patience, either. You have one day.

[You know what you - allegedly - did, little cassette. You're not off the hook just yet. The only question is who you'd rather face the consequences from: your Firstforged, or the police?]

As for the rest of my Marked – I will be in the central temple for the next few days. If you have needs, let them be known now.

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[Locked to the Police Force]
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You wanted an opportunity to interrogate Frenzy. If he comes to me, I will allow it, but his punishment will remain my burden if he is guilty.

If he does not, you're free to do as you see fit with him.

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Well, you've got a point there. But I guess as long as it's not...torturous or killing it's okay?

The threat of death or pain is more effective than the actual experience, I've found. I have no such thing in mind. I would rather leave his fate in the hands of his supposed victim.

In a place where you can't die permanently, is the threat of death really that...threatening? Wouldn't a jail work so much better?

Never take our powers for granted, human. It is through our efforts alone that you are resurrected - and there is never any guarantee. Reversing death is no trivial affair.

[As if the impersonal reference weren't enough of a clue, the glare should make it obvious he's offended.]

Wait...that's...that's you guys? You bring us back?

[She knew people came back when they died, just...thought it was the Lambda or something. Her eyes soften a bit, feeling the weight of that glare now.]

So you could just as easily...not bring us back.

[The sound of Megatronus straining to resist a facepalm is just about audible right now.

A more patient side of him supposes it's to be expected of new refugees, however. They've only been here so long, and only so many of them have died - a little ignorance isn't surprising. Especially from the organics.]

We could. We choose not to allow it. Even the most difficult among you may yet be of value to us.

[Oops. Sorry Megatronus. She may or may not take this in a way you might find gross.]

That's...really nice of you. Looking out for us like that.

I KNEW you were a big softie.

... a big what?

[Your human saying is briefly lost on him, Kay. There is absolutely no part of him that is soft.]

You're a big smushy face! Under all that cold, daunting armour, you're a good guy!

I'm gonna make you a cake.

I believe your fellow Refugees would protest that assertion.

[But he's not really going to protest that last statement. Compared to what's out there in the Badlands, he is a good guy.]

Save yourself the effort. I don't consume organic products.

Maybe they just haven't seen it yet. I mean...you saved me...right?

[Yep, she still remembers that.]

I'll just make it a cake you can eat!

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