re_alignment | [Video | Liege's Temple ] Joint Post w/ Prowl + Chromedome

Chromedome, shine that light onto the door lock.

[ There’s a lot of shifting and plinking as whatever lock was just referred to gets tinkered with. Inside the closet, it was difficult to see what was going on with the only light being provided originating from the energon lines of whomever was inside. ]

Yeah yeah...

[Chromedome attempts to shine his light the best he can around Prowl, who happens to be seated firmly on his lap. Though he’s always known this, he can’t help but notice, right now in particular, how big and heavy Prowl is. This is not a nice discovery to make when said person is tied to you.]

You know, I think your feet are taking up half our closet space.

[ Not ideal lighting, but it was something Prowl can work with. Optics narrow at the magnetic mechanism sitting in between them and freedom, determined to get it to unlock. ]

Stop moving. This is delicate enough without my hands being jostled.

[ Whatever Prowl was referring to was probably miniscule. An extra fidget or shift as the light was fixed into place. It was simply amplified while they were pressed together like this. There’s a slight whirr as the missile casing on his back shifts to get out of the way of the light. They may or may not find a comfortable spot in Chromedome’s face. ]

Hey

[Chromedome tries not to move Prowl more than necessary, despite the painful thump in the face he just received.]

I’m not really a finger pointer, but I can’t help but feel like this is your fault somehow..

[ Both missiles stay in place, comfortably pressed back. ]

Hardly. I’m not the one who-

[ Something whines before breaking with the tiniest of metallic rings. Oh. ]

[ oh. ]

[ He’s just going to doublecheck that what just happened didn’t happen brb.]

[Nope.]

[It just happened.]

...The lock is broken.

...You’re not serious....

I’m always serious.

...

We should probably call for help then.

[Chromedome would have tried picking it with his needles, but there’s no way he can reach the door while he’s currently tied up in Prowl’s cables. Desperate times call for desperate measures.]

...Make it an audio broadcast.

[ This is already embarrassing as it was, and now it just got worse by several orders of magnitude. Namely because people outside of him and Chromedome now had to know about this. Why. ]

...Private. To Perceptor.

Hang on, let’s see if I can even reach mine.

[The communicator is jostled a little before it’s moved to show a slightly flustered looking Chromedome. Upon seeing the little light on, Chromedome simply stares at it for a moment.]

Hey Prowl, I have some good news and some bad news.

[ The missile right next to Chromedome’s face shifts a little. ]

We’ve been broadcasting this whole time, haven’t we?

Yes we have.

[ The link now gets to bear witness to the loudest and most exasperated Prowl sigh anyone has ever heard in recent history. ]

Of course.

[Chromedome isn’t nearly as embarrassed as Prowl is. Though he’s a little mortified, he’s sure he’ll look back on this a week from now and laugh about it. But right now he has to get them out of this closet.]

If you can’t tell, Prowl and I are in a little bit of a situation. We’re, ah, stuck in a closet in Liege’s temple, and wouldn’t mind a little help. Good luck in the maze. First to find us gets drinks courtesy of Prowl.

[Nevermind that drinks are technically free, it’s the thought that counts.]

...Rewind I can explain.

[Maybe.]

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So, how long do you think it'll take them?

[Chromedome tries to get as comfortable as he can, having managed to tug his arm away from Prowl's side. Being so close to Prowl isn't necessarily a bad thing, he's not sure if he minds or not, but he never could have imagined this scenario.]

[To say Prowl was embarrassed would be a massive understatement.]

[The question remains unanswered for a few minutes. He's just.]

[He has his face in his hands. His voice is as cold as ever.]

The best case scenario has us trapped here for a approximately one to two hours.

I know this is the wrong place to say this, but I think you need to lighten up a little.

Or else the next couple of hours are going to be very awkward.

[You're still on his lap Prowl. He shifts some more and tries to rearrange his legs so that Prowl isn't sitting on them quite so painfully. In order to do this, he awkwardly reaches an arm around Prowl's waist and moves him a little]

...

Heh.

I remember when you weren't quite so bulky. I miss those days.

[He looks up as Chromedome begins to shift. Okay. The touch is a little awkward, but he moves along to help ease the pressure on his legs.]

[There, are you comfortable now? Because he's still trying not to have his spark sputter out from the utter shame.]

It's difficult to 'lighten up' after I've just made a fool of myself in public!

...

[There's nothing said at Chromedome's mention of their past, but he may notice the slight softening of his expression as he glances back.]

[Just slightly.]

It's not the end of the world. People will probably forget about it in a couple months.

[Yes that's much better, Chromedome finally settles down.]

Yeah, all those years ago.

Do you...

[Is this the right time for this conversation?]

Do you ever miss it?

[The question earns Chromedome a minute or so of silence.]

[Firstly, because Prowl is forcing himself to put aside his more current thoughts about his ruined reputation. He'd really rather not think on that now, anyway. Secondly, it's been a long time since anyone's brought up his time before the war. The memories are buried quite deep.]

I don't really see what 'missing' something will accomplish.

[Of course, it wouldn't be Prowl without a sassy retort.]

I do think about it... on occasion. As I do with my time on Earth.

['Missing' something accomplishes nothing. It's often better to just forget. Chromedome goes quiet too for a long moment as he turns the reply over in his mind. Did he miss their old days? Yes he did without a doubt. Something about the reply does raise his curiosity though, something besides the slight hints at their past lives.]

What happened on Earth?

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...

[He was fairly certain his silence just gave away more than anything he could have said. Something happened on Earth. Not just something big, something personal. The answer he gives is as cold and official as the cover stories he presents to his subordinates.]

The end of the war. I was there when the Surge finally began to get pushed back. The natives got tangled in the battle, so naturally, they were fairly hostile once the fighting began to subside. Maintaining cover was an absolute necessity. I was captured, among other things.

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[Except Chromedome is slightly more than one of Prowl's subordinates. He knows there's more to this story, there's always more to Prowl's stories.]

And?

[He quietly urges Prowl to keep going, to keep telling him this story. It feels important somehow.]

[Under another circumstance, Prowl probably would have dodged the topic, or perhaps refocused it back to him.]

[But they had an hour to spend in this closet. Sitting here. So that tactic wouldn't quite work. Chromedome knew just as well as him what he'd try to do.]

I'd deluded myself into getting attached to the native species. A simple error in judgement.

[Spoken rather clinically. It was an unimportant mistake, nothing more.]

[Chromedome carefully reads between the lines, and slowly pieces together what might of happened. He's silent for a long moment before speaking up again.]

So you cared about one of them and... they betrayed you.

[Is that right? Because if it is, Chromedome allows himself to feel some sympathy for his friend. The war hasn't been easy on either of them.]

[It was all he could do to hide the anger from showing in his expression. The thought of Spike Witwicky still made his plating burn.]

No. I made the mistake of interacting with a member of an alien species without any proper back-up plan.

[In other words, exactly that. He'd let his emotions get in the way.]

I don't intend to do so again.

I see.

[Ah Prowl, sometimes he remembers that you're not as sparkless as you seem.]

It might happen again whether you like it or not. These things sneak up on you.

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