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✘ tf: fall of cybertron | perceptor

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A brief census, if you will. Typically, I'm not interested in such things, but... it may prove useful in determining the hows and whys of our arrivals.

That said...

Approximately, or, preferably, exactly, how many universes are represented by individuals within the Haven? Specifically Cybertronian universes.

[He pauses.]

Though, I suppose, if we're going to be entirely accurate, we also need to consider organic universes...

So consider this an informal survey. Do try and respond promptly.

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Yeah. You know...that stuff.

[PERCY DON'T DO THIS TO HIM.]

What st--

[You can almost hear it click.]

... Ah.

So you do.

Yeah, I thought so.

[He gives a hearty laugh, though, at how long it took Percy to figure out. That's what he liked about scientist types. Always slow on the uptake.]

Don't go findin' a replacement who can't handle that kind of extra credit.

[He sputters a little. That's not funny, damn you.]

You'll be pleased to know there aren't any.

We've discussed that before.

[It's hilarious. Especially when you make -that- noise.]

Good, no need to even look, yannow? Got all ya need right here.

[He "clears his throat".]

Yes. I am aware.

[And then he sobers.]

... You really are the best this place has to offer, you realize.

...

[Are we getting feelingsy? Because that's certainly looks like the direction they're going in. Wheeljack slaps up a lock just in case.

Because he's shy.]

Heh, how'd that happen?

[Jokes aside.]

Means a lot, Sarge. I uh...you're the same, you know.

I have utterly no idea how it happened... though I imagine you're mostly to blame.

[Hey he doesn't mind the lock, either. It's easier to be honest that way.]

I... had gathered you felt similarly. My apologies for... not speaking sooner.

It didn't seem right.

Probably is. Gotta say though, one of the better times I've messed up, yeah?

[But his eyes cast up at that, not that Perceptor can see behind the audio, but it's obvious he's being contemplative.]

Doesn't matter. Not like I took any action either. Just...worked out, didn't it?

"Messed up" is not the word I would use for it. Not any longer.

[He's quiet for a few minutes. Except for the soft tap of keys in the background.]

I... would hope that it does. Work out, I mean. You aren't obligated to anything, regarding myself.

[Another laugh, sounding pretty amused at that.]

Sarge, wouldn't have gone with it if I didn't wanna.

You're kinda stuck with me now.

I'm only saying...

[Wow somebody got way huffy.]

... I don't mind that, you realize. Being "stuck" with you.

[There's a softness to his voice when he speaks again, like he's comforting someone.]

I know. Don't worry, Sarge. It ain't a dream you're gonna wake up from.

There are times, admittedly, when I wonder if it isn't some sort of delusion.

[His own voice softens a fraction.]

... given that it's likely the best accident that has occurred since my arrival... I can't help but wonder.

...'f that's the case...

What's the harm in livin it? I mean...if it's a dream, want it to be the best fraggin' one I've had, yannow?

...

Where are you now?

[Because if they're being all feels-y, he would rather do it in person.]

Bah...Solus's, at the moment. Need me to stop by?

[As if he needed a reason.]

Should I be jealous of your constant dedication to this Solus?

[Perceptor did you just make a fucking joke.]

... Your presence would be appreciated.

...

[Now that gets a laugh out of him. An honest, not even sarcastic laugh.]

Lucky for you I only like her for the Glyph.

...Be right over.

[Not even giving you time to answer that one HANGING UP NOW. Expect him soon.]

Very we--

[Oh goddammit you did not just hang up on him.]

[But fine. He'll be in his lab. Like usual.]

[It doesn't take too long for Wheeljack to get there--he's got the location pretty much memorized by now. So when he strolls in, it's rather casual, forge fit snuggly between his wings.]

Sarge?

Here!

[... behind what looks, for all intents and purposes, to be a giant robot version of a whiteboard. Where in the world Perceptor found that, who knows. But he lifts a hand over the top of it, waving.]

[At the wave, he lightly walks over, the smile forming on his lips. The atmosphere in the lab was completely different now, since the incident. The tension was gone.

Everything seemed...okay.]

Caught you in the middle of a brainstorm? My bad.

[It feels better. Wheeljack feels better. Which, in turn, causes him to feel the same. He still can't control those feelings completely, but, at least now, around the Wrecker, he can relax.]

[Enough to where the lights along his paneling maintain an even, steady glow, rather than the brilliant, angry intensity of before.]

Mm, no. Not quite. More, you've caught me in attempting to slog through what little useful data I've collected.

[It was better than before, that's all Wheeljack can sum it up as. And to be honest, at this point of being on this planet, he'll take feeling better. There's a sense of peace the Wrecker didn't have before, and he wouldn't give it up for the whole planet.

He needs this.]

Told ya that askin' about universes would be a headache. You brought it on yourself.

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