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re_alignment2012-08-16 04:43 pm
4_toteachus) wrote in re_alignment2012-08-16 04:43 pm
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[Accidental Video]
[The camera turns on and... no one's there. How odd.
Suddenly a blue marble rolls into sight. It's a nice marble, a pretty marble. No one gets the chance to admire the marble further, as a little seven-inch stitchpunk pounces out of nowhere and tackles the marble. It's obvious how tiny Four is for those who know how big marbles are, since in his hands it looks about the size of a softball.
In Four's mind he's playing some kind of sports game. No one knows what game of course because he's making it up as he goes along. In fact, it's not even a sports game, it's an adventure! The marble is a ghost and he has to catch it. No, wait, the marble is some secret artefact, and if he doesn't return it to it's proper place bad things will happen!
His expression is one of a simple, childish glee as he tosses the marble into the air and dives out of the way to avoid being hit by it. Creeping back into sight he jumps on it again, this time batting it from one hand to another, much like a kitten would.
Care to interrupt his fun?]
Suddenly a blue marble rolls into sight. It's a nice marble, a pretty marble. No one gets the chance to admire the marble further, as a little seven-inch stitchpunk pounces out of nowhere and tackles the marble. It's obvious how tiny Four is for those who know how big marbles are, since in his hands it looks about the size of a softball.
In Four's mind he's playing some kind of sports game. No one knows what game of course because he's making it up as he goes along. In fact, it's not even a sports game, it's an adventure! The marble is a ghost and he has to catch it. No, wait, the marble is some secret artefact, and if he doesn't return it to it's proper place bad things will happen!
His expression is one of a simple, childish glee as he tosses the marble into the air and dives out of the way to avoid being hit by it. Creeping back into sight he jumps on it again, this time batting it from one hand to another, much like a kitten would.
Care to interrupt his fun?]
text;
What happened to you?
text;
It hurt a lot.
I haven't left my room since.
text;
Did you tell anyone else about this?
text;
Liege knows about it.
I didn't think that other Cybertronians would care.
[How does he know that this isn't regular behaviour for robots? He's only ever talked to them over the network and has only met one or two in person.]
text;
I know these are hard questions but they're important. Do you know his name / what he looks like / would you be able to tell who it was if you saw him again?
text;
I know his name is Starscream, and that he has a gray and red colour scheme. He is very skinny and his feet look like heels human women would wear.
My purpose is to remember everything, so I'll never forget what he looks like.
You're not going to talk to him are you? What if he comes after me again?
text;
[he needs processing time and he needs to kick something in the face, it doesn't really matter what. But it might be Starscream shaped.]
OK. I will deal with this and you're not going to get any reprisal for it. [pause whoops he sent that text without really considering if this is a kid with kid vocab] Do you know what reprisal means? What I mean is you're not going to get hurt as a result of telling me this.
text;
[Four really isn't sure what he's supposed to be feeling. Relief that he might be wrong about robots? Worry that he might be in danger despite this mech's assurances? It's in Four's nature to dig up the past, yet this one event is something he just wants to leave there.]
Are you sure?
Why would you do this for me?