[Video]

[symmetriphiliac]

[Perhaps you have wondered why there has been a lack of symmetry on your network lately (though probably not). It's hard to imagine that a god of death could completely fall off the radar while on an alien planet, but Kid has been pretty scarce.

The video feed shows him looking rather proud of himself, measuring tape in hand, standing in front of one of Alpha Trion's bookshelves. The books have been completely reorganized, their heights aligned in a way to make them completely identical on both sides.]

To show my appreciation Alpha Trion, I taken the time to organize the books in your library. They are now arranged to be completely symmetrical, much like the exquisite doors you showed me upon my arrival.

[That's right. He's been gone for... weeks, at least. And he's organized a single bookshelf.

In an entire library.

But it looks perfect, right?]

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[songofmypeople]

Your location is enough.

[Grabbing coordinates from the video, Tarn disconnects.]

[Approximately 2.5 hours later and Death might hear the sound of heavy metal footsteps taking no care to disguise themselves.]

[symmetriphiliac]

[Kid sensed the presence of another soul before he heard the footsteps. It wasn't a conscious read so much as an awareness that Tarn was there, though having never meant him before, he didn't connect an identity with its energy.

Instead of looking, he continued sorting through a small stack of books, trying to sort them into piles that matched.]

[action?]

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn doesn't look down at Kid either as he walks past, all 100 tons of him possibly sending up vibrations through the floor.]

[action]

[symmetriphiliac]

[Ah. Right. There were still others frequenting the library - others who may not be quite so up to date on his new system of organization. The heavy steps of the Cybertronian jarred him from his obsessive tasking long enough to consider that possibility, and he glanced up at the towering being.]

Excuse me. Were you looking for something specific?

[songofmypeople]

[He doesn't even look down.]

Can you read either the Primal Vernicular or NeoCybex?

[symmetriphiliac]

No. Are those Cybertronian languages?

I suddenly realise I have no idea how some of these people talk to each other :\

[songofmypeople]

That's right. The Primal Vernicular predates NeoCybex as the original language.