re_alignment | [Video] [Originating outside Megatronus's temple] [also, plenty accents to go around]

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✘ tf: g1 | frenzy

[Video] [Originating outside Megatronus's temple] [also, plenty accents to go around]

[It's amazing the communicator still works, with how much he's freakin' hitting it. It spins dizzily down, aside, up, then back down, until you've got Frenzy's face all up in yours. He looks agitated, annoyed, and a little sour - there's a dent in the top left side of his helm, as well as a crack along the top left corner of his red visor.]

Those myztical stupid trashbins in rags told me I'm in some fraggin' alternate u-ni-verse, on an alternate Cybatron. I fell from some fraggin' tear in time er whatever an' I've been given dis ugly thing. [He points to the Megatronic glyph on his arm, though you can't see it with how he's angled the communicator.] An' I told 'em, stop tryin' t'miss wit' my processors; told 'em ain't NO ONE make a mark on Frenzy, an' then I...!

[Frenzy trails off. Frowns.] Well, I was gonna shoot 'em, but my fraggin' guns are lost somewhere. Dat's what they said. Prolly took 'em. But I did fight one-a dem. Knocked it outta da fraggin' ball mark, know what I'm sayin'? Sent the sparklin' cryin' for his mama! [Sure, he's laughing and boasting, but there's still something off, as if he's lying. But shh, you don't notice that. He doesn't even bother to mention his superficial head/visor wounds.]

Anyway, where th' frag is Soundwave? Rumble? Laserbeak? Scrap, the entire fraggin' family!? I know I can't be th' only one offus here! [grumble] Just my fraggin' luck if I'm surrounded entirely by dumb Autobutts...

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Not everyone here is an Autobot, or Cybertronian for that matter.

[He pauses, frowning some.]

Nor are we all dumb.

Oh, Primus, don't tell me there's fleshies here, too!

[then, he smiles]

If ya weren't stupid, y'wouldn't be an Autobot.

...There's no need to be rude.

Aw, no! Did I hurt yer precious Autoboob feelings? Hurry, let me go git ya ah tissue t'sob in.

I never said that. I was simply stating a fact that you are being unnecessarily rude considering you're in a Foriegn place.

Look at me, man, just look at me. [he spreads his arms and sneers] Do I really look like I give a frag about manners? That scrap's for lube-suckin' pansies.

Frenzy...?!

Little dude!!

[If he could blink with a visor, he totally would.] Soundwave, is dat you? What's with the paint j--

[a beat]

Didja just call me "little dude"?

Well, I--

Um. This ain't gonna be easy to explain...

[Soundwave tries to not sound too sullen. Despite everything, even though he knows this isn't technically his Frenzy, he cares. He can't stop that.]

I'm Soundwave. But I'm from another universe, Frenzy. So, there's gonna be a lot of differences.

But I wanna let you know that despite any differences, I'm still here for you. Okay?

[tilts head] What sorta differences? I mean, besides tha obvious. Y'talk weird, y'sound weird, y'look even weirder, but... Yer not one-a dem, right? You ain't no sissy scum-guzzler Autobutt, right? You wouldn't be no Soundwave if y'were.

I ain't some Autobot. I'm a 'Con. That might mean somethin' different to me, but we're both Decepticons, little dude.

[He pats his red Decepticon symbol.] Y'see?

[HE IS SO SO CONFUSED] Whatta mean "somethin' different"? Yer talkin' in riddles, Soundwave. [he eyeballs that insignia] Guess the "Autobot red" threw me off. ... Like, ain't no one else with you? Not even Rumble? An' are you here at dis Megatronica-whatever temple, too? Course ya would be, 'cause if it's got anythin' t'do with Megatron, natch you'd be here. [don't mind that slight I'M LONELY WHERE'S MY 3 BILLION SIBLINGS fluctuation there.]

Just that it's got a different origin. Sorry, didn't mean t'confuse ya, little dude.

...Nah. N-not Rumble. [Wow, that's an awkward topic.] None of the other tapes are here. Yer th' first that's shown up here.

Well, I'm not stayin' there. I got my own plan I made instead. It's a recreational center. If y'want, you can come stay with me.

Aw, man, really? [SIGH] Freakin' perfect.

[but... there's still some apprehension and confusion mingled with a shot of suspicion.]

Yeah, uh. Maybe I'll catch up to ya later. Jus' gonna give the joint a look over. But, uh... later, yeah, definitely.

...

Rumble, why are you pretending to be Frenzy? No one is that stupid to get you two confused.

Oh, good! Yer here, Starscream! Of all the fraggin' 'Cons, you just had ta be here, too.

Oh shut up before I punt your pint-sized self across a room.

[He will hunt you down. He will.]

I'd like ta see you try! Yer so fraggin' incomp-u-tent that I doubt you'd even get a pede off da ground before trippin' over on yer dumb aft!

Keep it up and I'll take you apart.

Hey, yo, take dis apart.

[and he totally put his butt to the camera]

You better hope I don't find you.

...You're very small.

Edited 2012-10-04 04:40 (UTC)

Holy frag! I did not know! [gasp] Everythin' makes sense now!

An' maybe you should know that yer face looks like a steam roller ran over it, backed up, then ran over it again, y'big chinned weirdo.

Does it? [Dirge taps at his cheek.] I have Starscream's looks, you know.

Congradoolations, yer both ugly.

Edited 2012-10-05 01:31 (UTC)

Exactly how small are you, hm?

Les just say I'm big enough ta beat the hydraulucs outta yer sorry mug!

I doubt that. But I'd love to see you try! Why don't you come visit me?

Oh! If I visit, can we have like a tea party an' stuff?

[pfft] Pit no. Yer horse-face is creepy.

Ha! You're just afraid I'll win!

[It's Slipstream, peering through the comm lenses, close enough that it's likely only the crimson optics, enameled lips and Seeker-ish helmet are visible.]

Are you supposed to be a Mini-con or something?

[Because, like her brother Dirge, she's mostly wondering at his apparent combination of bipedal shape, small size, and curious dialect.]

Sorda. I'm a "mini-cassette"; s'what they usually call me. Dat or Cassettecon. But don't let my size fool ya none. [he leans against a rock and puts on all the greasy talk with a matching shit-eating grin] Big things come in little packages, y'know? [double-barreled gunshots with his fingers aw yeah] Pow, know what I'm sayin'?

What's a "cassette"? [Totally serious.She doesn't know how "small case" applies to a bot.]

It's not like size matters, either way. No doubt your arsenal is adequate. [Decepticons didn't often survive, if not.]

Oh, man. [laughs] I'd tell ya, toots, but tha life of bein' a cassette - it's a crazy one. Crazy an' cool an' just too much fer the normal processors ta comprehend.

[But your LAST BIT.]

Yer a femme after my own spark! At least you get it. [half-grin] I like you, Miss Tall, Dark an' Purple. What's yer name? In case ya missed it, I'm Frenzy. [wider grin] Yeah, pretty pop-u-lar back in my home universe an' all.

[Right. Doesn't really answer her question, but moving on...]

Slipstream. Can't say your designation isn't fitting, Frenzy. Your home a universe of boxy, red Starscreams? [She's guessing.]

Yea. Only we got one Screamer. An' that's too many enough. [tilts head] How many Starscreams are in this joint?

Thankfully only the two. There were more. [And she's not exactly chipper about there having been more.]

Some look rather similar, too.

[You have quite the mouth, lil guy. Blurr seems more amused than annoyed. at least for now.]

The ^Soundwave you are looking for wears a bandana?

No! What are ya? Some sort--

[he pauses, thinks a minute, and then makes a serious face]

Yea, I'm familiar with dat Soundwave. Hey, uh... Whatta know about the guy, anyhow? I mean, like, what's his person-ale-lity like? I bet he's a big bad mamajama, yeah? Probably givin' you Autobut--bots a Pit of a time!

Then probably you ^{are not talking about} the Soundwave from that mirrored universe.

He's a friend and hes' a really nice mech VERY positive and hard worker. whatsamamajama?

[IF VISORS COULD BULGE LIKE EYES, MAN]

Wha-wait! Whatta mean "friend"? Like, he's friends ta you guys? Ta Autobots? An'... By mirror, you mean...

[It takes him a while to make a connection.] Like... A fraggin' duplicate? [No, not really.] Or sum... sum... [NOW HE'S FURIOUS] HEYA, HELP ME OUT MOTORMOUTH [pause] please an' all dat.

[Truth is he's only picking up bits and pieces of Blurr's fast-paced speaking, but enough to know somethin' sure ain't right.]

[Poor Frenzy.]

Yes friends But nO NO NO nto a duplicate more like he's form a world Where Decepticons have _{embers instead} of Spark sand the Autobots are crazy evil.

Embers? An' the Autobots are tha-- Are you fraggin' kiddin' me!? [He'd accuse you of pulling his leg, but after his encounter with Soundwave up there...] What kinna scraphole universe is dat!?

One different that all the rest here. It's weird FOR HIM too to see how all's the opposite in the others universes. How does your Megatron look like?

Frenzy!?

[Normally? Yes, you annoy the SCRAP out of him. At best. Right now, though? You are a fragging WELCOME sight, and he's not even going to try to pretend otherwise.]

Thundacracker? Is that you? Like, I mean, tha real you? 'Cause you don't have no dif'rent paint scheme an' ya sound like the TC I know, but... Ain't trustin' anythin'.

[He rolls his optics.]

Tell me about it. Not only "just" alternate universes with alternate mechs, but some of them are . . . "flipped" - [Yeah, that was a pretty good word, one he learned from one of the Cliffjumpers that was here.] - and it's just insane.

But yeah, if your build and color scheme and voice and mannerisms are the things to go by . . . we are the mechs we know.

[He really shouldn't be as relieved and happy as he is - even if he's subduing his own reactions - but . . . PIT it's been a LONG month.]

I was wonderin' if I was tha only one. The Screamer I met thought I was Rumble, but then dat's Screamer for ya. [he rubs his cracked visor] Slaggin' - an' SOUNDWAVE... I don't even know how I'm s'pose ta handle that guy. An' I hope there ain't too mucha his kind here, either. [gasps] Imagine a Frenzy from one-a dose "mirror universes" - agh, no, it's makin' my tanks flip!

Heh . . . Starscream knows more than he lets on. He just doesn’t care more times than not.

[Wow, how does he even answer that? He supposes he’s been lucky in that the Starscreams he’s met – both of them – are at least enough like his trine leader that he’s not really been thrown at all. Megatron’s been “bad” enough to deal with. He can’t begin to imagine how he’d cope if one or both Starscreams was like Soundwave – so different as to be essentially unrecognizable – when the relationship before was so much closer than casual.]

Maybe it’d be better to not think about it too much, Frenzy. Try to take that mech as someone else completely who just happens to share the same name…?

[He’s not sure what else to say, so he just leaves it at that. And notes again that the Cassetticon is injured.]

Do you need to see a medic?

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