re_alignment | [Text /Video] Posted around midnight originating from Vector's temple]

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[Text /Video] Posted around midnight originating from Vector's temple]

[It's been a long and busy day, but all of Blurr’s days are like that. He usually doesn’t post to the comm unless it’s something important, but he’s been feeling weird since dawn and he wants a distraction.

At first, only text shows up. All the same message, repeated over and over again.]

All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work |...

[The post switches over to video. Blurr is on the highest tower of Vector’s temple, close to one of the platforms, and he's walking on one of the crystal-like cables as if it were a tightrope. For the curious, he got up there by running since there’s no other way to get to the top, unless you have wings.

Blurr frowns for a second before his lips curl into a grin and his optics flash. They look almost red for a nanosecond.]

Who wants to play with Blurr?

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[The blue mech was walking across the cable again, the wind making it difficult to keep his balance at time but he seemed not to care. He looked down at the sound of a familiar voice and grinned.]

Oh...look what the cat dragged in. Or I should say 'cow'?

[Yeah, that looks safe and all. Momentarily distracted from what he's been doing the majority of the day - and blessedly free for the moment to be distracted, Cliffjumper's still a bit... on edge.]

Cow? I dunno know 'bout you, but I know what a cow looks like an' it ain't like this.

[He scowls up at the wobbling mech, still not liking that vaguely "off" feeling. Similar to his first confused visit to Iacon when he'd been tossed into the negative polarity universe, but fainter. Harder to grasp.

Very, very annoying.]

[It's safe if you have skills and you don't weight a ton. Fighting evil stick figures does that to someone.]

They're fat and they have horns, it fits. They only need to be red too. You look a bit..like you need a break. Play with me.

[Shut, up, at least they're all gone for the moment!! He just needs to figure out an easier way to get rid of them.]

Yeah, if we could get fat. [Which they can't. Cliffjumper crosses his arms, scowl turning into a frown.]

... Play what?

[Is that wary? Sure is.]

[Are you sure those are real and not a fidget of your imagination? Maybe you are losing your mind.]

I think you are already bigger than most cows, now you only need a bell. [Blurr would totes find you one in the Junk Pile, CLiff. Blurr smiles and swings with a 180-degree turn so he's upside down but somehow still has his legs around the cable as support.] I can think of a few things, depends on how brave are you.

[Oh please, they're all too real unfortunately. Nothing wrong with his mind, unlike yours.]

Yeah, sure, whatever. [Tipping his helm back so he can glance briefly up towards the sky in something of an eyeroll. If he was in the habit of it, he'd totally play you a recording of one of those traditional cowbells, Blurr.]

Okay, the slag's wrong with you? [Back to staring narrowly at the dangling form, one hand unconciously having tightened into a fist.] An' I ain't gonna agree to anythin' less ya tell me what they are.

[He's probably not going to agree anyway, but who knows? The only thing he does know at the moment is that something is wrong.]

[ey at least Blurr's only like this when there's no light. Those things chase you all DAY and NIGHT.

Blurr would love a recording of those cobwells....because of reasons.] I AM bored.

Fine. You need to figure out where I left those 3 bombs before they blow up. You can ask me questions but only if I get to ask you things as well. And you answers me honestly. [Just a question game ~~Clarisse~~:3]~~~~

You're---

Bombs??

[That's definitely a yell, and Cliffjumper suddenly engages his jetpack, shooting up to hover right in front of Blurr and he will reach out and grab the mech if Blurr doesn't move.]

The slag's wrong with you, huh!

[And then there's a growl.]

In what quadrants?

[He's aware those are both questions, so he supposes that means he "must" answer any questions, but unless Blurr has a... well, technically, the racer doesn't need a remote control to the bombs, does he? He could probably manually detonate them and still get out of range.]

[Blurr? Not move?

Ah, is like you don't know him at all. He gets out of the way the moment Cliff starts to yell and runs along the cable.] Jetpacks are cheating. And why should I tell you? You are not playing by the rules.

[No he does not need a remote control but this whole mess still brings up the question about if the bombs really exist or if he just enjoys messing with people's processors. Could be both.]

It's not cheatin'. Never said anything 'bout me staying on the platform, Blurr.

[He huffs and while he stays hovering, he doesn't get any closer, hands tensing into fists at his side, another growl - engine and vocaliser both - rumbling through his frame.]

Sure I am. Can still ask me things, or maybe you should hope there's no slagging bombs. What's wrong with you!

[Yeah, he's repeating himself, but he has a right to that!]

Autobots doesn't fly. THAT is cheating. Who I have to kill to get me a pair of those?. [Blurr notices Cliff's annoyance, it only make him smile further.] You seem tense. Northing's wrong with me, not anymore. I realized what I was doing wrong and I fixed it.

What's your biggest regret?

Plenty of Autobots fly. [Cliffjumper snorts and gives Blurr a sharp smile, annoyance mostly hidden behind his smug amusement for the moment.] An' why don't you just build yourself one, huh?

[No, he's pretty sure something's pretty damn wrong with you, Blurr.]

Yeah, right.

[Pause. Scowl. He glares at Blurr for a moment and then shrugs.]

Either not bein' louder when Grimlock got made leader for a while, or not bein' a bit more acceptin' when Sephie got made into Emulator.

[He could have hidden hid suspicion better, only mentioned his misgivings to Starscream and Soundwave. Have a snort and his gaze briefly tipped upwards; not as if either of those things will tell you much, now will they, Blurr?]

Not were I come from. [Blurr tilts his head.] Because that's not so fun.

[Took you long enough, pal.]Grimlock...leader? [Not telling him much nope, but those left him a bit brainbroken.]

Have someone else do it then.

[Huff. Not like he had built this one either. Or rather, the original one, since this one had been built/repaired in the negative polarity reality, after he'd first scrapped the original one.]

Yeah. He decided he'd do a better job than Prime after he... was gone. Managed to win the vote.

[And then his optics narrow and he points at Blurr.]

Right, questions answered, how 'bout ya give me what I asked for?

Are you offering?

[That's okay Cliff, Blurr wouldn't care either way he's just messing with you.] Which one of the Primes? Optimus? [Blurr looks so very unimpressed. Optimus is not that important in his universe.]

Uhm...what was your question again?

I ain't an engineer, so I couldn't help ya.

[You and your odd reality.]

Only have one Prime at a time where I'm from, Blurr, so yeah, Optimus.

[Clearly you need to meet more Optimus Primes!]

In what quadrants did you hide them!

I could take yours then.

[Look who's talking, the one who hops from universe to universe.]

I'm quite sure he makes an awful leader.

Oh right. In all of them.

Sure, except I'm flyin' at the moment, and you're not. Fast or not, I think I could take you.

[You're not that much taller than he is, and built like a rail like most speed-based frames - Cliffjumper was impressively fast in his altmode, and he wasn't built like that, so the conditional had to apply. Strength was a bit iffier...]

His methods fit the fraggin' Decepticons better.

[Cliffjumper huffs and then his optics narrow, patience over the answer not being given quickly running out...

And hey, hopping from dimension to dimension is just something that's happened to him, not a feature of his universe!]

... Blurr!

[The yell bounces between the tower and the canyon walls, Cliffjumper almost about to speed away immediately, but--]

Close to anything important?

[Wasting precious time, but on the other hand, he needs to know.]

Thinking was never your strong forte, why do you keep trying? I outran decepticons jets and you are nothing compared to them.

[Blur doesn't focus on size or strength as he does on agility and quick thinking. he's even more sure that he can outrun Cliff due to his new engorged ego.]Shoot first, don't bother asking alter? Sounds like him.

[Hopping from dimension to dimension is something that's happened to him A LOT, though.

Blurr runs around the cable again when the yell resonates around them, and then he runs towards the platform and down the tower.]

You will have to figure that out~

[Indeed it has, especially if we count places like Axiom Nexus as well.

And he'd have answered the thing about Grimlock if he wasn't angry, and when Blurr runs away...]

Frag it all!

[He could go after Blurr and attempt to shake out some answers, or start looking. And considering how he just ran down the tower and that while Cliffjumper's fast, he's obviously not near Blurr's speed?

With a growl, he takes off to try and find the bombs. Any of them.]

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