[Video] [Transmission from: Vectorian Temple] - Seventh Offense | Post Ultimate Showdown

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade is looking... slightly more tired than usual when he starts up the video. He'd been helping to fix the injured as they came in and - when that was done - drove all the way to Vector's quadrant and harassed the Acolytes about where a certain speedster was located. He exvents slowly before he finally speaks.]

Did what I could in the medbay for the injured. If anyone involved in the operation is listening... good work. You did our little society proud.

Now. If anyone needs me, I'll be in Vector's temple.
Someone ought to be here when Blurr wakes up.

[Besides, someone had to put the pieces of him back together. Why not him?]

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[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade doesn't mind the recommendation, really. Sleep is not precisely on the menu for him - which is normal, really.] I'll try to catch a little where I can. Probably going to be here for a while, after all.

[Sleeping in a chair is not particularly comfortable, but hey, it's not as uncomfortable as sleeping in alt mode. The silence is slightly too oppressive for him, though. The only problem is that he's not entirely certain where to start. Aside from the obvious - he's not used to mechs dying and then resurrecting on him. Too depressing, really.]

How have you been holding up? Sorry I didn't ask sooner.

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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Right. [Normally, Ambulon would insist Barricade go to his room and sleep properly, but... He doesn't have much room to talk sense to people these days.]

And I'm fine. [It's short and a little... empty, but he doesn't want to talk about himself. He keeps his gaze on Blurr.] Do you think he's going to come back?

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[namesnotprowl]

[Sleeping alone is not a particularly thrilling prospect for him at the moment, anyway.]

Of course he's going to come back. He better. [Barricade hopes so, anyway. He's tired of losing people.] If he doesn't I'm going to track him down or resurrect him myself and give him a stern talking-to.

[action FRENZY YOU IDIOT]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[He feels you, in a way. Being alone is both a blessing and curse right now.]

Really, now? Think you can find a way into the afterlife? [He smirks.]