re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: prime | cliffjumper

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So there I was, just about to give some Cons the thrashing of a life time, when all of a sudden I wind up here with no warning whatsoever. Kind of rude, don't you think?

I'd say someone owes me.

[Despite how terribly upsetting this is for him, he sounds pretty calm and mellow.]

Now the question is, what's a guy got to do to have some fun around here?

[Nope, he's not going to give an introduction right away. He's too busy wondering if he's going to be bored here. Priorities.]

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Got a bad connection all right [Cliffjumper snorts and tilts his helm back; it's not even very dramatic, just an underlying faint thread of static that's sort of... annoying.] but ya heard me right.

Ain't alone on this scrapheap and all that, more than one reality where people's comin' from. Not sure how many duplicates there are here, yet, but these things can get kinda messy.

[And you don't look too bad yourself, either. ~~He'll probably be surprised at how much taller you are, though.~~]

Wait, hold up. Are you... saying what I think you're saying?

[It's bad enough Wheeljack tried to explain how he's actually dead back home. Now he's supposed to believe there's an alternate version of himself walking around?

How does one exactly handle that?]

But I'm the good looking one, right?

[That's probably not the way.]

If you think I'm sayin' "hey, our designations're the same and we look reasonably alike disregarding differences in design, and yeah, I'm you, just from another reality", then yeah.

[So maybe he shouldn't be so blasé about it, but he's already used to this... And try being told about alternate realities and the you we know likes to execute war prisoners via torture.]

Dunno. If you want to be, sure.

[He doesn't really care about that, so after a brief stare and then a shrug, Cliffjumper grins wryly.]

[Just as long as he's the good looking one, there shouldn't be any problems. So glad to get that out of the way.

There's a grin of his own.]

Well isn't that something? I always wondered what it'd be like to have more of me around...

So what's with the reception? You're like the only one not coming in clear.

[A pause. Suddenly he's not so cheerful.]

Don't tell me this is some kind of paradox thing. ...Say, uh, the world isn't going to end if we accidentally touch each other, is it?

Huh? Nah, I don't think so. Just gettin' outta range for the network we're using. You get too far away from the temples an' stuff, and the reception gets bad.

[He shrugs, unconcerned. Well, he's not particularly worried because it's not as if this is an emergency or anything.]

Just helpin' a human, which means we gotta go this far out. And as far as I know and have seen, we could do whatever to each other an' we'd be fine. Been in a place similar to this before, and there were sometimes more than two alternates of a single person around.

Nothing ever happened to any of 'em, so if ya want to meet up when I'm back, we shouldn't 'cause anything to happen.

[Unless them being close to each other was going to spawn spontaneous explosions or something.]

[There might be an explosion.]

Yeah, good to know. Hey, uh, think you can explain all the humans to me? I thought the rule was always 'robots in disguise'. Now I'm on a brand spanking new Cybertron with humans who somehow know waaaay too much about me than I care to admit.

I'm used to them taking off at the sight of me, now all they want to do is chat.

[Well, that's okay with him. Explosions are always fun.]

Yeah, well... You're gonna have to blame the time-space anomaly or whatever that keeps spittin' out all the junk, us, an' everything else that ends up here.

[He shrugs and grimaces, but it's not dislike as more frustration. Some worry. Humans, even if they can breathe and walk around on Cybertron, don't belong in this environment.]

The humans come through too. No one's choosin' who gets dumped here, or if someone is they're bein' kinda cruel. 'Cause we ain't got a lot of food for 'em or anything. They've started a garden, I think, but that's it.

An' it'd kinda suck slag if we had to go around and play at disguise on our own planet, right?

[Pause.]

... Even if this is a version of it none of us belongs on.

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