re_alignment | [Video] -transmission from Vector's Quadrant

[There is, for some reason, not a lot of light; since even with the lack of strong sunlight but adding the light from the spire in Prima's Quadrant the Haven isn't usually that dark, it's obvious Cliffjumper's inside... somewhere.]

Okay, most important point first; I've checked Vector Prime's temple, an' going back and forth towards the Badlands and the Quadrant itself while looking for Blurr. Hope someone else's checking elsewhere.

[Most of the light, in fact, comes from below, from Cliffjumper's headlights, the glow from his optics, and behind, so that ought to be "outside". What can be seen is looking quite rocky.

Apparently he found a cave or something somewhere down the gorge Vector Prime's temple is located in.]

Don't think he'd be in here, but gonna check anyway.

Second... [Cliffjumper glances down into the feed and snorts.] For what it's worth, the Soundwave an' Megatron with red 'Con insignia? They're good mechs. So don't go shootin' or punching them, unders--- the slaag!

[The narrow stare - a glare, almost, in an attempt to impress the importance because he just doesn't want a similar situation like Fortress Maxumus punching Soundwave again, morphs into wide-eyed surprise before the feed gets rather... blurry as Cliffjumper simply gets hauled up in the air by something.

The swearing abruptly gets cut of by a crunching slam before the ill-lit darkness gets intermittently furtherlit up by laser blasts (and more yelled swearing), revealing something with... a lot of metallic tendrils apparently intent on slamming the minibot against the cave wall repeatedly, though by now Cliffjumper has a hand out to stop that somewhat.]

Fragging... Oh, no you don't--!

[There's another slam, and the video goes.

... a little help here, perhaps?]

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Oh sure. Make this my fault.

[ That's never happened before ]

Ever occur to you the thing's kind of excited because of all that flailing you're doing?

You were the one who brought up the slaggin' hentai!

[That's his story and he's sticking to it. Especially under pressure of fighting off tentacles.]

... I didn't need that imagine in my processor! [There's a slight, static-laced whiny note. Probably really close to the equivalent of a verbal "eww" without saying that specific word.] Unless you just mean 'cause I'm tryin' to defend myself I didn't even know it was in here!

It just whacked me into the wall before I saw it!

[Part of the issue had been it'd partly been the cave floor and wall, completely indisguishable.]

Oh, sure. I bring up the cultural reference and that's why you're getting tentacled live on film.

[ Makes about as much sense as anything else in your life, Wade. ]

Must be that Axe cologne you're wearing.

Wasn't supposed to be video. An' it ain't like anything's actually happenin' or you're even seeing anything!

[You'll have to excuse all the angry yelling, Deadpool.

And the tentacle yanking at a leg enough it comes into view and then slides around the metal while Cliffjumper's hand try to loosen the coils... pretty much disproves the "not seeing anything".]

Oh, yeah, that'd explain it, all right--frag this thing on a smelter's hook--except if this thing's got a sex, even less female I'll swallow scraplets! An' I ain't even biologically male!

[Whatever else he might be and close or not he might "identify" with one half of the human species or not.]

I'm seeing something. Not quite sure what, though.

Maybe tell it you need a ring first if it's gonna be like that.

[ Who knew that 'All the Single Ladies' would give useful advice?]

Dude. Dude. You're kinda disturbed, anyone tell you that?

What the slag's does a ring have to do with this and you're seein' slag all!

[And he's going to insist on that.]

... [He's staring, but since the vide's not aimed that way, it's not showing it.]

How the slag did you come to that conclusion?

[Look, he's a giant alien mechanoid, of course he's not biologically male!]

You know. Manners. Commitment.

Now, I don't need that stuff. The DP is not a man you can tie down. I gotta be me. I gotta be free.

[ You gotta...never get laid. ]

[ It's like that saying: those who don't get any, talk about it. A lot. ]

Because you're getting felt up and you're screaming about killing it. Enjoy the ride, dude. Go with the flow.

[ If you make that surfer dude hand gesture I swear I'm not going to speak to you again. ]

[ ...oops? ]

[That? Is just some sputtery, static noise and Cliffjumper flailing, not actually because of the tentacles, but rather from what's being said.]

Why the rustin', glitching slag would I want to commit to THIS THING? Even less enjoy it, for the love of Primus!

[Oh, look, Cliffjumper managed to reboot his vocaliser and get it working again. At volume.]

I didn't agree to this! At all!

[And, ugh, he doubts this thing could even interface properly, even if he would want to. But he's not saying that.]

Hey, look. I don't judge. Interspecies love can be a wonderful thing.

[ The larger the pool the more chances someone could say yes! It's all about optimizing the odds. Leveraging numbers. ]

Well, you could ask it to stop? Because if it was gonna kill you, you'd be killed by now.

[There's another sputtering noise and briefly, as Cliffjumper sort of drops down and his arm with the camera gets yanked "right", his grimace is seen.]

As long as it leaves me outta it, sure!

... Oh, yeah sure. "Please let me down, didn't mean to step on... whatever part it was I stepped on to make you slam me into the wall". That's totally gonna work!

[Because even if Deadpool's right in some way... it's not as if Cliffjumper's getting unscatched out of this.]

Gah!

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