re_alignment | [Video/Action] [Transmission source: Edge of the junk pile to the southwest]

[Elita's clearly standing at the absolute edge of the junk pile, trailing bits of otherwordly gargage, knick-knacks and various sundry items slowly building up to the larger montaneous piles they'd woken up among.]

I notice I'm not the only one to ask if anyone's seen certain people, and considering we've all been given access to this network, the chance is probably low at this point. Especially since we're all apparently... from different realities.

[She's frowning, drumming the fingers of the hand her comm. comupter isn't on against that arm, not actually looking into the screen for the moment.]

However, I'm still going ask; I'm looking for Grimlock, Ultra Magnus, Springer... Snarl or Huffer as well. If you've met anyone with those designations, can you tell them Elita One is looking for them?

[That, after all, ought to take care of the "other realities" problem; they'd either be confused over why she was asking for them or know her. Shrugging, Elita starts walking again, turning around to walk along the edge of the scattered junk, a distant view of Prima's temple and the light emanating from there getting moreso as she walks west-wards.]

... Blurr, I hope you're still all right. [She looks back to the screen right before she had been about to terminate the feed.] McCrane, seems you were right about multiple realities.

[With a lop-sided grin, Elita turns the feed off.]

((ooc: If you're closeby/around the south-western end of the Junk Pile towards Prima's Quadrant, welcome to bump into her.))

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[She stares, confused, at the reaction, nearly going up to steady him, but he corrects himself on his own and she's left wondering at his reaction.]

... Yes? That's my designation.

[Pause. Reset optics, because suddenly she feels strangely like she's borrowing someone else's history. She has enough of her own, even if she's not very open with it, but, Blurr had thought she was another Elita One was well.]

I don't think... ah, you don't precisely look like the Optimus Prime I'm used to, however.

[Back-mounted panels shift as she spreads her hads, palms up, to indicate herself, but she's not sure how to express that she's probably not... The right one. It's obvious the Elita he knows is someone he knows (knew?) well, and would want to meet.]

[He's still staring even after she answers, spark breaking. Elita - his Elita - has been gone, MIA for so long... He'd grieved. Time had past. The war went on.

The differences were easy to see, even if the basic design was the same. Different alt, slightly varied helm...]

No, I...probably wouldn't, would I?

[Of course not. Never from the same universe.

...The voice was hers, though. The face.

It is so hard not to stare, but he finally manages to look away, optics on the ground.]

...Forgive me. You...resemble someone I knew.

[Obviously.]

[She'd had a brief moment of "how do you even know my name", but logic had caught up since she now knew any individual here could be from another universe. Which means...]

You don't have to apologise.

[She shakes her helm, realising that it could be her in his position. Can still be, if someone from the Graviton's crew, but from another reality, appears on this Cybertron.]

It's... Ah, maybe I should apologise for getting your hopes up?

[The smile is small and dry, the joke an attempt at lightening the situation; it's obvious he'd been hoping so very deeply for a brief moment there. Which... is kind of awkward, really.

Elita shifts on her feet, but doens't draw away... but neither does she walk closer. Both because the tension, and his reaction... as well as the awkwardness of the same. She has no idea how to handle this. She has nothing and yet everything to do with this Prime's reaction.]

[He shakes his helm in turn, a little too quickly, optics a little too dim.]

Ah. No... Apologies are not necessary. It's-

[Not alright. He won't be 'alright' after such a shock for a while. This Elita doesn't even seem to know him at all.]

-it is understandable.

[She doesn't, no. But what she does most certainly do is having noticed his whole reaction to her presence; it'd be hard not to, even if she couldn't easily pick up on all his little reactions.]

Still, while this is, ah. Awkward for me, if the one you know has been gone for a while and was important this was obviously something of a shock.

[She tilts her helm downwards briefly, looking away, and then up again. It's quite fascinating and thrilling to be this close to (another) Prime, but this is neither the time nor place to feel excited over exhanging words with Optimus Prime, end if this isn't her own.]

I'm sorry. I was walking for Solus Prime's temple either way; would you like me to continue?

[She also knows she was quite blunt just earlier, but while she won't ask for personal details, missing other details are just not possible, and they're obviously quite important here.]

[He actually winces faintly. Yes, his own Elita has been... 'gone' for some time.]

...It is.

[But he shakes his helm slowly, vents huffing before...squaring his shoulders, visibly hiding it all away once more, as much as he could manage while staring at his likely-dead lover's doppelganger.]

...You are free to do as you will, of course. Don't let me stop you.

[It's strange to have this effect on somebody she doesn't know. On Optimus Prime. It's also spark-aching, even if she doesn't mean it.]

... Perhaps... we could talk later.

[She's seen the wince, and that pretty much solidifies it. Maybe some time and space will make this less... awkward, will make it hurt less for him (even if that's improbable). She cannot, however, stop herself from approaching, reaching out to briefly rest a hand on Optimus' arm before backing off again, turning to leave.]

[He watches, optics flickering at the touch, but he makes no move to reach out in kind, or to keep her from leaving. Rattled by the encounter, it takes a great deal of effort to not watch her back as she goes...and he is not entirely successful at that.

He cannot deal with this right now.]

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