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Ah!Thisthingisfinallygettingasignal. [Blurr’s face shows up. It’s been weeks since he posted and he looks tired, scratched and in need of a good rest, but he’s smiling.

Because he's in the wastelands the communication is filled with static and sometimes it might fail completely.]

Greetings! I hope everyone's^{doing well. It's been}some time and now I'm afraid I need your help. [He moves to show rusty old trailer next to him, on its side.]

I replaced the tires of the trailer and tried to the fix the broken _{axels but there}was just so much I could do with something so old and rusted. I’ve been trying to flip it to the right position for hours but I do not process the necessary strength to do that. And in case you are wondering why I ^{want to take this} old thing to the Haven…

[Blurr opens the back of the trailer and sure it’s filled with wheels. Long lasting and highly durable, so durable they survived to this day untouched by time.

Merry belated Christmas, people.]

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I have time now. Come when you want.

All right. I'll be over shortly.

[And in about as long as it would take him to fly from Alpha Trion's to Solus's, there's a knock on the door.]

[There's some yipping from Frank and then Blurr opens the door with a hand, holding the turbofox by the collar with the other.]

Greetings Thundercracker, please come in. What is troubling you?

[Frank gets a pat on the head, the tall Seeker stooping briefly to reach. Then he straightens and slips farther into the room, if for no other reason than to clear the door so Blurr can close it. He turns with a dark look in his optics.]

. . . have you ever heard of the existence of demons? Not as fiction, but . . . but real.

[That pleases and calms him a lot. He licks Thundercracker's hand before going to lie on the nearest surface when Blurr sets him free.]

Yes, I did. Humans, among other species, believe in those. Some_{time ago}a girl arrived to this planet, she was once an angel and then she became a demon. Her name was Flonne.

[That…throws him a little bit. She'd been such a sweet little girl…]

Flonne . . . I think I met her. [shakes his head] I don't know what other planets and species consider demons, but I mean . . . I mean here. Us. Cybertronians.

They're . . . they're in the Badlands, Blurr. And they're real. I've . . . I've seen them.

[She really was a sweet little lady. Blurr thinks that the her demon tittle was only because she decided to stay by Laharl's side.]

Flonne was a really sweet girl, I'm ^{glad that}she's back in her world, though. [Blurr frowns a little. While unexpected, he can't say that the news about demons being real surprise him all that much.

When he speaks again he sounds clearly concerned.] You did? But when did you go to the Badlands?

interested [He looks away with a snort, arms folding –no, he's not hugging himself, that's your imagination. His wings /are/ high on his back, though, flicking in agitation.]

I didn't. They came to me.

When we went to destroy the Pillar once and for all, there were . . . doorways . . . like mini-space bridges that were open to the Badlands. There were these mech wolf things that kept pouring out of them and attacking us. Some people fought them off while others dealt directly with the Pillar. Finally, we managed to destroy it . . . only . . . only we didn't. Or, well, I thought we didn't. I guess that's when i-it . . . it happened . . .

[Even if he were hugging himself Blurr wouldn't point it out. He moves close to Thundercraker, trying to comfort him with his proximity.

Others had mentioned the bad things that happened when they tried to destroy the pillar but no one said anything about demons.Blurr puts a hand on the seeker's arm.] Ey, ey... it's okay now. We don't really have to talk about it if you don't want to.

[Thundercracker easily lets his friend close, though the touch gets a bit of an involuntary flinch before he rolls his shoulders and /makes/ himself relax…a little.]

I'm fine.

[It's a stock answer and he knows it. No doubt Blurr's heard it before. Still, it's the one he's learned over countless vorns to stick to until he can /make/ it true. Pulling a ventful of air through his cooling fans, he continues.]

The cavern . . . blurred out, like there was a thick, black mist in the air. I couldn't focus. The Pillar was supposed to have been destroyed, but it wasn't. Or . . . or I was made to believe it wasn't. And everyone had vanished on me. I'd lost my senses for a moment, might have lost consciousness, and when I was aware again, I was alone, like they'd just…left me down there. I guess they didn't really, though. I heard later that I'm the one who vanished and everyone did look for me. [He…really shouldn't be, but part of him is still surprised by that.] And then these . . . things . . . showed up. They were massive, Blurr. The size of a combiner team's gestalt form. They were like animated armor shells, powered by infernal flames – the armors were nothing but flames inside! And . . . evil. You could feel their evil, like Unicron himself had sparked them of his own vile energies. They . . .

. . . t-they were . . . terrifying.

Hm...[Blurr is not buying that answer, clearly, but he won't point it out. He's been in bad places emotionally too and he knows that is better to wait until people are ready to talk.]

Deckard and Ventus told me a bit of what happened. They were really worried about you and so I am. [He gives Thundercracker's shoulder a squeeze to remind him where he is now.]Those monsters can't hurt you know, you are safe. We won't let them hurt you again.

[Deckard…he's met the Earth-built cop a few times. The young robot's concern surprises him a little…though he seems to have the spark of an Autobot, so maybe it shouldn't. Ventus's name makes him grin a little –of /course/, the boy'd be worried. Thundercracker covers the hand on his shoulder, appreciating the attempt at comfort . . . but he shakes his head.]

It's not just me, Blurr. They'd go after anyone here. They'd go after you if they spotted you. And . . . I don't think we'd be able to fight them. I-I…

[He pauses, then drags a hand down his face, snorting a short, caustic laugh.]

Listen to me. Some Decepticon I make, huh.

[Because it's actually easier to mock himself for a coward than to face the truth –that he /is/ powerful and brave and those things are Just. That. Horrific.]

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