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[Video] [Transmission originating from: Prison!] - Eleventh Offense

[Oh look, it's Barricade! But he's looking a lot more like himself. He even has his firelizard perched on his shoulder... who is probably the one that got him his Link back, the dastardly creature.]

Mm. I don't suppose I could convince anyone to come let me out of lock-up by showing off these legs of mine. Could I?

Or this new-slash-old facelift of mine.

Well. Even if it don't, I'd be ever so glad f'r a visitor or ten. Does get awfully boring here.

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Barricade? The Pit happened to you?

[Dude, why are you in prison!?]

My place here was briefly usurped by another version of me, who may have decapitated and de-sparked Knock Out and showed off his handiwork to the network.

Hence my lovely accommodations.

.....hmn. Sounds like fun.

[Part of him is going "at least you didn't have to-" regarding some of the stuff /he/ went through, or 'remembered' going through, but . . . yeah, he's not going to go there.]

You need me to come down there? Do you remember who arrested you? Since that wasn't 'you' you, I can't imagine the force planning to keep you penned. At least, Blurr and McCrane wouldn't, pretty sure...

Well. Knock Out seemed to be himself only debatably at the time. Not that it's and excuse for that kinda behavior.

[Barricade could come up with at least one counter-argument if they were going to get into a discussion of how much the lives of the other thems sucked. Not that he particularly wants to think about it.]

Blurr was the arresting officer, but I suspect I got some convincing t'do before he'll let me out. I did try to murder him when he showed up to cuff me. Even if I wasn't technically myself at the time, it was my body in one way or another, so if you wanna get technical... I did do it.

[His wings twitch, ailerons flaring.]

No.

No, that wasn't you.

[Because if that was you, then that was him too, and he's REFUSING to accept that.]

I'll come down. Call me when Blurr gets there and I'll be there. He wasn't affected, so he might not understand. I'll make him understand.

[That...sounds threatening, but TC doesn't mean it that way. He'd never hurt Blurr, not now. The little Autobot's one of his closest friends in this place. He's just . . . that upset over the crap he's just been through.]

It was a me that is in some other timestream, somewhere. A me that I can recall very well.

[And whose reactions he can understand on some level, something that he might not readily admit out loud.]

Don't worry about it. I'm more concerned about you than about my incarceration. That other me may not have cared much but he did notice everything. The other you included.

[His wings twitch, suddenly going stiff.]

...I'm fine.

[No, he's not. Actually, he's really REALLY not.]

[Barricade's wings flick and he tilts his head.]

Thundercracker. Darlin'. If you're gonna be like that, be like that to my face, instead'a in glorious Technicolor.

[In other words, please come lie to him in person.]

. . . techni-what?

[He huffs.]

Whatever. On my way.

[He doesn't fully get what you meant, but...you're a friend, and anyway, he needs to be DOING. SOMETHING. right now, so he's heading to the Police HQ.]

[Barricade sighs happily.]

Thank Primus, I make references no one understands again.

[He never thought he'd ever be so glad to so confuse people.

All in all, he's happy to be something to occupy Thundercracker's time, if nothing else. Barricade will be in his cell, slowly walking the floor of the cell and talking to his firelizard... in whistles and chirps. Weirdo.]

[Barricade might or might not be able to hear the sound of approaching jet turbines outside the building. A few minutes later, the Seeker strides in, pausing to regard the two. A wry smirk quirks his mouth.]

You speak drone?

[Barricade whirls slowly on one heel when Thundercracker announces his presence, offering a smile and switching back to his usual language of choice.]

What c'n I say? I used to get very bored and it turns out it comes in handy.

Helps t'stay in practice, even if this little guy doesn't understand it.

[Thundercracker quirks a grin at that.]

Poor beast.

. . . you wanted me to come down here?

[At least he's calmer again? For the moment…]

Eh, we have other ways t'chat.

And I did. So you c'n lie about how you're totally fine after all that in person instead.

[Barricade crosses his arms, cocking a hip and raising one brow challengingly.]

[So much for his calm. It's like a /wall/ slams into place as he looks away, suddenly RIGID, wings high and almost vibrating on his back, hands in fists.]

What do you want, Barricade? A sob story? I'm dealing.

((ooc: funnily enough? Cade /is/ one of those he'll actually open up to, at least a little...just need to help him pry the wall back down again. 9,9))

[Barricade is more than accustomed to arguing with brick walls like this. He shifts on his feet to try to catch Thundercracker's gaze again.]

Oh are you? How? You gonna drink yourself into a stupor? Destroy things? Ignore it?

Or are you gonna buck up and talk about it?

'Cause everything else? That's just an elaborate way of hiding.

[And Barricade knows it. He's done it so often.]

[Thundercracker snorts, a sharp and bitter sound, drawing back even as he does look up to meet the other's gaze again.]

I don't know what Decepticons in your world are like, Barricade, but mechs where I'm from don't "talk it out". Fast way to some ugly exploitation. So yes, ignore it, move past it, don't let it dominate you, you're the one in control, not what happened - that is how to deal with slag.

[Right...because that's he's had such success – in a /healthy/ way – with that working for him in the past...]

And I don't know about you, but I don't see any faction insignias on my pauldrons.

[Not now, anyway; they're back to being clawed off.]

And y'see, I've been here before. I ignored it. Guess what happened? I lost my mind and then then 'cons found out and exploited it anyway.

What happened is part of you. Ignoring it is just trying to hide from it like a coward. Better to face it.

[Oh, Barricade, you didn’t… He goes /rigid/ again at that.]

I am not a-…FACE WHAT, exactly!? Someone else’s humiliation, someone else’s tortures, someone else’s . . . brokenness? They are not mine, I am not that person, I’m not--!

[And…he realizes that he sounds almost petulant even to /him/. Snarling, he tucks back, wrenching his gaze from Barricade’s. He stands there almost vibrating with fury . . . and with other emotions – remembered hurt and terror and helplessness and despair. Give him a moment and he . . . h-he might actually explain . . . if he can even find the words.]

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