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re_alignment2013-12-26 11:35 pm
raceme) wrote in re_alignment2013-12-26 11:35 pm
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[voice/video]
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.]
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.]
[Action]
[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.]