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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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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.

[He shifts a little, as if to unconsciously make space for the Wrecker to stand beside him. Maybe it isn't a conscious choice, even.]

[It does feel better, to have him present.]

I realize that. But it may hold some key as to how we're brought here. Or how we can return, later.

[Good thing you did, Percy, cause there's a nosy little head peeking over your elbow, arching his neck to look at the screen. He didn't really understand what Perceptor was hoping to find, but it wasn't his place to ask, really. In the end, Perceptor was the smarter of the two.]

Right.

Don't think it'll help much considerin' half your data's from Cybertron. Gonna be hard finding a weird connection with things a lot alike.

[That elbow, and the arm attached to it, end up snaking around, one hand resting, proprietary, on the small of the Wrecker's back. He doesn't even seem aware of the gesture.]

[Nor does he seem to mind doing it, either.]

Even if it is difficult... it may be important. If even one connection can be discovered, it will have been worth it.

[He doesn't flinch, or go to move his arm away. In fact, he welcomes it, resting that chin now on his chestplate, eyes continuing to be glued to the screen. Just fluidity and trust, now, and it was nice having that grounding.]

You're gonna have to do interviews then. And that...cross checkin' scrap.

[His hand spreads, and the fingers lightly stroke Wheeljack's plating. Drawing him closer to his side.]

[It's... nice. To have something to hold onto. In more ways than one.]

Very likely. I assure you, I won't involve you, if you wish.

[The touch gets a nice purr of his engine, idly enjoying the strokes as he continues to look at the screen. It was...natural. Nothing tense. Like they've been doing this forever.]

I'm not good with that kinda stuff. There's gotta be someone who can explain my world better than I can.

[He's slightly bias.]

But if ya...you know. Need it...

[There's a slight shift in the big frame. A subtle relaxation. It feels good, being close. There's a lot of calm feelings flitting through him right now, enough to make him remain where he is, idly stroking the paneling.]

This may shock you, but I don't quite get on well with the more vocal contingent from your world.

[Knockout.]

... You know how to speak to me best, these days, anyway.

[There's a soft chuckle at that confession.]

You? Rub someone the wrong way? Better call Trion, think we got ourselves a revelation in the making.

[It's said in good humor though, with affection behind it.]

Not like I can refuse a face like that.

I seem to rub countless people the wrong way, it's hardly a revelation.

[But, like with Wheeljack's tone, his own is lighter, more chiding than annoyed. His weight presses against the Wrecker's shoulder.]

You could... do something else for me, if you wished.

Okay.

[He sounds oddly chipper about that as he leans in closer, smile extremely wide.

Yeah, guess who took that the best way possible.]

[And guess who doesn't get it. He stares at him for a second, puzzled, until it actually dawns on him.]

I didn't mean that.

[There's a flustered little hand gesture.]

I need your help in an actual experiment, if you're willing.

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