re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: bayverse | mirage

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[It's the dead of night, Mirage. Why aren't you asleep?

Well, to be honest, sleep hasn't come easy for the bot in quite some time. And with Sideswipe now rooming with him, he's found himself lying and staring up at the ceiling more often than not. It...wasn't a happy time, to say the least.

He's..had a couple things on his mind, too.

Leaving a note for the silver bot, he exits the Vectorian temple to get some air...and maybe some space. He didn't want Sideswipe hearing part of what he was about to broadcast.]

...Does anyone have ideas on how to fall asleep? I cannot seem to rest my optics tonight.

[Or other nights, but he'd rather not worry anyone. Unfortunately, Mirage's fatigue is slightly showing.]

[Locked to Vector Prime]

...It is not a decent hour, but I need your advice. I have no one to turn to.

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He hasn't earned knowing from me, even if he cared for it.
Sometimes they have to hurt before they can dragged into enlightenment. The question is, are you willing to do that? Because if not...

[Hearing 'Bumblebee' and 'Allspark' that close together makes Barricade's engine rev briefly, before he can stifle it.]

How will you ever make it through all that carnage he's missed?

[It's a heavy question. One Mirage honestly can't answer right away. His intakes hitch a moment, plating shivering as he mulls it over.]

I will if it is the best possible option.

I want to speak to Vector first.

I don't know what you expect him to tell you.

But if you can't handle it, the thought of one of them being hurt or distrusting you, then you can't. That's all there is to it.

A second opinion.

Some of us are more thorough, Barricade. And take the advice of certain Primes to spark.

...I...can.

And some of us went through this with Primes. Mirage.

...

Mi dispiace.

[He's going to regret asking this but...]

Do you require company.

[Hey, they're both awake. And Mirage's schedule is relatively free for midnight o'clock.]

...

[That was not something he expected. But. Well...]

I wouldn't turn it down. Not getting anywhere on these designs anyway.

[And they're both up already so it's not like either would be imposing.]

I could use a drive.

Meet me by the edge of the Solian District.

Can do. I'll be there.

[And he'll even send a ETA.]

[It doesn't take long for Mirage to transform and roll out, speeding towards the Solian sector. Maybe it was a way to relieve the stress, pushing your engine so much. To feel the wind whip past the windshield...to feel the tires screech during a turn.

High velocity was... exhilarating.

And he'll just sit there parked until Barricade shows up.]

[Barricade doesn't have far to go to get there, shifting to vehicle mode once he's outside of the Temple, and then heading through the quadrant to the designated area. It gives him the chance to blank his mind out and just drive. To be his tires bumping along uneven ground and his suspension jolting when he hits particularly rough patches.

He slows as he approaches Mirage. He doesn't bother to announce his presence, simply sliding up beside him.]

[When Barricade approaches, Mirage's headlights flicker lightly. He knows you're there, polizia.]

Took a detour?

Still within my ETA~ I don't always rush it.

[Unless it's a race or to get to a patient he doesn't usually gun his engine up. That's how you end up running rollbar-first into a freeway pillar.]

[Mirage's engine hums, rather amused at this.]

How long has it been since you let go, polizia?

[Barricade chuckles, engine revving in time to the sound.]

Me letting to completely is dangerous, Stallion~ But the last time I did a bit in this mode was a race a while back.

[It was nice, talking like this. Even if it was with someone he would have poured blaster fire into at one point in his life.]

Ahaha, everything about you is dangerous.

...And how did you fare?

[To be truthful, Barricade still expects blaster fire. But he's learned to take company as he gets it... and Mirage is hardly bad company.]

Aww, I think that's almost flatterin'.

Mm. As I recall, third place. But I spent the race keeping someone else from winning, which was my goal.

[Were Mirage in a less complex crisis, it'd be a thing.]

What would you say to a few laps? Although it is not very fair to you.

[That engine revs rather confidently.]

[Lucky for him things are so strained.]

Hey, just because your a sporty foreign fella doesn't mean I can't hold my own.

[He lets his engine roar in return.]

[An actual laugh erupts from the Ferrari, scooting forward a foot or two.]

Care to prove that? I am ready.

[He rolls forward to match, flicking his rear view mirrors.]

What a coincidence, so am I.

Tre...

[Those mirrors flick in return, almost too excited.]

Due...

[Barricade revs his engine again, sharply.]

Uno.

[And at that moment, the Ferrari's wheels scream, taking off into the dustland that was Cybertron. Can you keep up, Barricade?]

[Barricade is off shortly after, flashing spokes in his flails out of his back tires just long enough for automatic traction. No wheel-spinning or fish-tailing here. He guns his engine up to at least keep pace... for now.]

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