re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: prime | wheeljack

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[It's a relatively short broadcast. Wheeljack seems to be making a lot of those recently.

Well, when he's not acting crazy.]

If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...

ever.

[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]

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[There's... hope. When the video feed comes on. Hope, relief.]

[And a sudden, sharp sting of embarrassment. This is clearly the Wheeljack he knows. This is him. He's back. He hasn't left for good.]

[But...]

[Everything I said -- ]

Look after yourself.

[That's all there is. All he knows to say right now, hidden behind the safety of text.]

[There's a -ping!-

A text message. It's slow movement, but Wheeljack picks it up, looking at it through dimly lit optics.

And...it's set down.

Frag.

It takes a moment before he replies.]

you too wasnt myself but you knew that already

So I did.[And then silence.]

[He types a lot of things, only to delete them abruptly. Settling on...]

I apologize. My... behavior was sub-par.

. . . want company?

[One, getting plastered sounds like a GLORIOUS plan right now. Two...well, frag, he's not talked to you in forever ~~like not since he was helping you learn to fly?? something like that~~ so why the Pit not.]

Edited 2013-11-16 17:34 (UTC)

[Good to see you're not...whatever the hell that was.]

Got room for two?

[Blurr is at the bar as well, behind the bar. When he sees Wheeljack he gets a huge cube of high grade and approaches him.]

Glad to see you back to normal. [He did n't talk to the other Wheeljack but he saw the video and the flashing audials. He's glad that those don't do that anymore.]

[It's a long drawn out process, these texts to each other. As if they're skirting around the real topic.]

nothing compared to mine thought you liked science though

Wouldn't mind it.

[The answer's almost immediate. If there's anything drinking can solve, drinking with someone else can solve it better.]

Better hurry, might be already slammed.

...Might be able ta fit you in.

[He moves like..an inch.]

Yep. Got room.

[HE MADE A FUNNY.]

You and me both, Blurrk.

[A small smirk at the nickname as he picks up the cube, swirling it a bit before taking a sip. Yeah, he'd agree it wasn't the high point of his life.]

Details are a little fuzzy on it, but I remember the gist of what happened.

On my way.

[And he is, as the roar of turbines will attest.]

((ooc: join the action thread below? Start a new one?))

Krogans take up a lot more space than that.

Might have to move your whole ass.

[Look he made a funny too.]

Oh boo hoo you oversized protoform.

Trust me, I know how bad it is. [How to forget that time Trion lost some of his pages and BLurr decided that he enjoying blowing up things.] At least you didn't hurt anybody, right? right?

[He doesn't know you, but as a police officer, it's his duty to be concerned and at least speak up.]

Please try to not overdue it too badly, sir. It might only cause more problems than the ones you're trying to forget.

[He's not saying don't do it - he'd like to, but he's not - just not be too careless about it.]

You know that wasn't the issue.

Edited 2013-11-17 00:06 (UTC)

...

[The cube is set down on the counter, blue optics sharply looking into the feed.]

Really not up for poundin' some circuits today.

[So you're the good cop. He was wondering when one of those would show up. With Barricade and Prowl, it's mainly been Not Cop and Bad Cop. He seems to almost shrug off Deckard's advice, looking into his glass.]

I can't make promises, officer.

[Although the way he says 'officer', it's more like a nickname.]

Everyone's got their ways of copin'.

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[Oh he remembers that all too well. But those blue eyes cast down, setting the cube down with it.]

We've got serious baggage in this place. How long's it been?

...

Not that I know of. Just a lot of...spoutin' theories. Mostly time travel, if ya believe it.

[Perceptor can't see it, but those eyes soften.]

dont worry i get it secrets safe with me

[ooc: Let's just continue here! Makes things easy and tag order doesn't have to be a thing.]

[There's a soft smirk as he hears those thrusters. Maybe it was the fact that he was too tired to argue anything, or at the point of not caring.

But plane jets didn't always make his proverbial neck hairs bristle anymore.

Now all he had to do was wait.]

We'll see, Wrex. Bet the first drink I got enough room here for ya right now.

[Because games take off the edge of reality.]

Bet you two you don't.

[He knows.

He's been in this game a long time.]

Bet ya three.

[Guys there isn't even any currency here.]

Ten.

[What happened wasn't this an exercise in helping Wheeljack.]

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