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re_alignment2012-09-13 09:03 pm
cliffjumper) wrote in re_alignment2012-09-13 09:03 pm
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Does anybody have a fraggin' flamethrower or somethin'? It's getting harder to-- Gah!
[Does Cliffjumper sound frustrated? Yes, he does. Harried and slightly... on-edge, to be honest. Accompanying that are pinging, crunching noices and a lot of high-pitch babble or laughter.
Anyone actually listening to what those multitude of high-pitch voices are saying, will find it's all rather... disturbing in nature. This is the third time Cliffjumper's personal little horde of stick-figure SG!Primes have respawned, and he's having trouble luring them through lava to get rid of them.
And contrary to popular thought, he's not made of weapons. Especially not a flame-thrower, as he noticed they didn't take well to the lava when he accidentally managed to lob some of them in there during the first time they appeared.]
Pit-spawned, sludge-spewing little monsters!
[Something like the noise of glass breaking briefly takes over the feed, but Cliffjumper really can't figure out why some of them sort of breaks sometimes, like shooting or punching metal affected by glass gas does.]
[Does Cliffjumper sound frustrated? Yes, he does. Harried and slightly... on-edge, to be honest. Accompanying that are pinging, crunching noices and a lot of high-pitch babble or laughter.
Anyone actually listening to what those multitude of high-pitch voices are saying, will find it's all rather... disturbing in nature. This is the third time Cliffjumper's personal little horde of stick-figure SG!Primes have respawned, and he's having trouble luring them through lava to get rid of them.
And contrary to popular thought, he's not made of weapons. Especially not a flame-thrower, as he noticed they didn't take well to the lava when he accidentally managed to lob some of them in there during the first time they appeared.]
Pit-spawned, sludge-spewing little monsters!
[Something like the noise of glass breaking briefly takes over the feed, but Cliffjumper really can't figure out why some of them sort of breaks sometimes, like shooting or punching metal affected by glass gas does.]
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[Wait a moment.]
... You feelin' okay now, Blurr?
[Yeah, something weird's obviously going on.]
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Yes I AM. [Uh' you are acting weird, Cliff.]
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[And they also look a lot like the stick-figure SG!Optimus Primes he drew being killed in various ways on that page he found - which he's not sure why he did, now - but he's not sure how they're connected... or rather, maybe how one led to the other.
He'll just snag one - more like hold out a hand and hold it still too long, and ending up with one trying to gnaw on his fingers and yanking on his wrist clearly trying to rip it out - and hold up to the screen to show Blurr.]
Tiny, slagging monsters.
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Can you lock them somewhere?
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When they first popped up, I tried to lock 'em in my room but they didn't stay in there!
Not a fraggin' clue how they got outta there.
[He growls, the noise synchronising with his engine in a sound of pure frustration.]
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[He groans, and then takes a moment to hurl some abuse... Something about miniature knock-off copies of a rusted copy who could never match up to the real Optimus Prime. The heat in his voice is wearing a bit thin, though.]
... if I do, I don't wanna know, 'cause Sideswipe said something about my alternate in that reality havin' been possibly Prime's closest friend and ally.
[There's a physical shudder, unseen but accompanied by clear, verbal disgust; a brief lag of Cliffjumper's vocaliser and a pop underlying the words as if the vocaliser itself is trying to get rid of the words.]
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[Blurr noticed.]
Where are YOU now? I will go there and help you.
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[Another grimace. That wasn't all of it, of course, but with given descriptions... his negative polarity alternate had been a lot more naïve and trusting... and apparently enjoying causing extreme pain on helpless victims.]
Runnin' around a lot but [have some coordinates] can stay in the area.
... Help would be a good thing, but unless you've got fire, they're fraggin' hard to get rid of, and tricking them into lava's gettin' near smeltin' impossible.
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[Blurr really hope no Autobots from your reality end up here.]
Imovefasterthanyounoproblem. [He will try to get there.....unless he gets distracted because it gets dark and evil Blurr comes out to play.]
Then we can try to go to Liege's Quadrant and freeze them.
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[You and him both, Blurr, you and him both. The Decepticons from there are all pretty awesome though, as he might have noticed.]
Hey, yeah... Though I wouldn't be able to keep up with ya. [Cliffjumper's frowning, tossing a suspicious at Blurr. The SG!Prime critters wouldn't follow Blurr after all...]
Seems like an idea worth tryin'.
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[Let's cling to that hope. He did, even if Megatron still surprise him with niceness.]
On the bright side: neithercanthey! So I can grab you and run away if things get too out of control. [He's an intelligent agent, trust him a bit >.]
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[Indeed. They really don't need the negative polarity Autobots here.]
... I... uh. Suppose ya could, yeah. [He... can recognize that it might be a useful idea, but... being picked up and ran off with?? reluctance, he has it.]
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[Nope, we don't need more drama.]
We will see once I get there TRY to stay safe. [We are assuming that Blurr will be strong enough to carry you. It's a big assumption.]
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[He talks about it dryly, nearly factually, though he grimaces at the end.]
Sure, no problem. These things might be slaggin' annoying, but even in a group they ain't even close to the real thing.
[It's just tiring and frustrating. And hey now Blurr, he's not that heavy... Of course, they're still rather close in height and Cliffjumper does admittedly have more mass...]
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[Blurr can't see the grimace but he can imagine it.]
Theyrestilldangerous. SEE YOU SOON.
[Blurr cuts the commlink, already running towards Cliffjumper's location...the light is fading, though, and the shadows of the night quickly make him change and forget he was interested in helping.
He never arrived, sorry Cliffjumper. He had stuff to do and that involved explosions.]
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He'll survive.]
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