Tarn of the DJD (
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re_alignment2013-06-19 01:45 am
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[Video] DJD PSA: For Your Edification
[The video opens with Tarn and-- wait... is that-- is there something sticking out of his neck? Are there multiple things sticking out the side of his neck? It's hard to tell from this far away and they're small, but ... are those maybe... white robot parasites????]
This evening, leaving Prima's temple, I was attacked. [He doesn't sound all that upset] Unfortunate, yes, but there can be a lesson here. It seems we have a mnemosurgeon among us. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, allow me to educate you.
[The camera pans out to show Tarn holding an abused looking Chromedome. The Autobot's head is lolling at an unnatural angle, and his neck is a pink, bloody mess -- as is most of him, actually -- with wires that should probably be inside his throat tubing... outside.]
I'd like you to meet our brave assailant. You'll note that he's an Autobot. [Tarn hefts the body up by its elbow until Chromedome's chest and brand are visible (along with the charred remains of what use to be his stomach. Anything south of there is simple gone, as is one arm that was obviously ripped off, given the torn look about the shoulder.)] He's also a member of your local police force.
Motivation is clear. That this has happened so soon after your Defense Committee passed their policies, tragically suggests: some people aren't too happy with power being wrest from their grasp --- one faction in particular it would seem; the controlling majority. Autobots.
I'd ask this one who he was working with, but I'm afraid his vocal hardware was damaged while I was defending myself. But back to the topic at hand.
[Carefully, movements soft, Tarn crouches to lay Chromedome down on the ground, supporting his head the entire time. He ignores the way the Autobot's eyes flicker in panic, and how the remaining arm pushes against his massive chest weakly. Catching the limb by its wrist, Tarn holds it up for the camera.]
A relatively unassuming hand, you might think to yourself, but fetching the other half of this matching pair... [He lets the first arm fall, reaches over and picks up the second.] You'll notice the needles. [There are two missing that look like they've been snapped off at the base] These are the tools of a mnemosurgeon's trade.
Upon injecting these, he's able to manipulate the brain's motivations, loyalty, and even memories. They're slender, yes, but incredibly sharp and can pierce through metal with barely a trace. [Tilting his head slightly, Tarn very gently pulls out the two needles embedded in his own neck and holy robot-god those were in really deep because he just keeps on slowly pulling and pulling until they're finally out. ] Let me show you.
[One of those broken needles is pressed tip first through Chromedome's visor and into his eye] An educational necessity, but don't worry, it's harmless and he doesn't feel a thing. [The second needle is pushed in beside the first before Tarn straightens, along with the video; Chromedome's quiet, sad, wet sounds fading with the distance.]
I'll be keeping what's left of the immobility device, but should the police want the remains of their machine, they need only ask. I won't be requiring an apology this time either; Autobots don't seem particularly forthcoming with admitting fault.
As for your officer, I've left him where I found him so as not to aggravate his injuries. Hurry, he might still be alive when you get here.
To the rest of you, I suggest you question your interaction with the police force. You may not be the same person you once were.
[Spoiler: while Domey might be able to drag himself a little ways, he's not getting far in this life; which is to say he'll be mostly to completely dead before anyone can reach him.]
[Private Encrypted Audio to Dirge:]
He's all yours.

[Locked to Blurr]
[Anger plus magic armor that can increase that, is not a good mix. She needs some time to calm down.]
[Locked to Blurr]
I will come to get you don't worry, are you in your temple?
[Locked to Blurr]
I am actually half way between the Junk Pile and the Hub. I was on my way to get some things from the Pantry when I saw this post.
[Locked to Blurr]
[Blurr's doing some fast calculations.] I can be there in 4.5 seconds, give or take.
[Locked]
[Locked >action]
My glyph changed a few months ago in a strange way and now I know exactly the time that will take me to get from one place to another . I added 2 seconds to my answer because I didn't knew your exact coordinates.
[Blurr's explaining rather than gloating but he really finds his new ability to be very useful. Now he never gets lost.
He transforms into a sports car and opens one of the doors for her to get on the passenger seat.] Be my guest.
[Action!]
I see... I apologize for any doubt that I had.
[She pockets her device and goes over to the open door, looks inside and gets in. This is her first time in a car. On top of that, it's her first time riding inside someone. Both are very weird concepts to her.]
[Action!]
[Those are some comfy insides make yourself at home.]
Can you put on the seat-belt? I will drive really fast. [Sadly, Blurr doesn't know that.
[Action!]
This is my first time in a car.
[Action!]
It's close to the seat, it looks like a black, flat rope of sorts. You need to grab it and insert the metal buckle into the receptacle that's on the other side of the seat.
[Action!]
You mean this?
[And she pulls on the strap and finds the buckle which she puts into the other piece by her left hip.]
[Action!]
[Action!]
No. We use carts and riding animals.
[Action!]
AH, I see. Horses and the like?
[Action!]
Yes, exactly like that.
[Action!]
We should wait for the others to arrive it could be dangerous.
[Action!]
Understandable.