re_alignment | [Video] [Originating from Vectorian Temple]

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[Video] [Originating from Vectorian Temple]

[Sissel wasn’t an easy one to surprise, but he had to admit, this was one of the last things he expected. He’d already woken up unconscious once, but that was after his death. And now he was...doing it again? How does a ghost die again? You’d think once would be enough. It wasn’t made easier being surrounded by giant...things that called themselves Acolytes (whatever that meant) and told him he was on a planet called Cybertron.

Now...either he really messed up traveling through some phone lines...or there’s something bigger going on. He basically took everything the Acolytes said at face value, and when they left, something finally sunk in. Something that confused him far more than being stuck on some ‘planet’ that wasn’t Earth.

He could move.

His hands fiddle with the device he was given, a little too jittery than what should be considered normal, and when the feed clicks on, you’re greeted to a rather confused man in sunglass-sir what is your hair even.]

I’m alive.

[Yes, thank you Sissel.]

I’m alive and I shouldn’t be.

Is there anyone on the other side of this? I really need to get back home. I don’t have a lot of time.

[He’s got less than 8 hours left of his ‘afterlife’, he’s got to make them count.]

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... If you shouldn't be alive, isn't the fact that you are a good thing?

[Something doesn't add up here.]

Unfortunately, there's no way - yet - away or out of here... Since I doubt you're even in your own dimension anymore, besides being on another planet.

[That's what he's trying to figure out. His hand goes to his chest, checking vitals.]

No heartbeat...I really should be dead. I'm still dead. Just not alive either.

[Well, remembers being dead. He doesn't remember HOW.]

No...that's not good.

[A pause. What ARE you.]

Uhm...do you live here?

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... And you're human? Maybe the body was... ah, changed, somehow?

[Since, as she understands it, and would then understand his claim of "shouldn't be alive", humans... can't really come back to life. She's not sure changing would work or could happen, however.]

As in, am I from here? [She shakes her helm.] No. But this Cybertron is an alternate version of the one I call my home and where I come from, so my species is the native one of Cybertron.

So if I get this right, your kind is this planet's sentient life.

[Okay. So, at least he's starting to understand.]

It seems like a lot of work to bring me here...

Especially if I'm not going to last long.

Yes. There's some aesthetic differences between dimensions, so some will look vastly different compared to me, but ultimately we're the same and come from Cybertron.

As far as we know, there's no actual thought to any one of us being here. We've simply been drawn through... somehow.

[She pauses as she considers his comment about not going to last long, helm tilting.]

What do you mean? I assume you don't mean you have any way to leave, since otherwise you wouldn't have asked about that originally.

Anything I should know about those differences? I don't want to offend what look to be...pretty large Cybertron citizens.

[He looks down.]

Well...back where I came from, I technically only have eight hours until I cease to exist. Otherworld, bodiless or not, that won't change.

... Well. Considering you're not in your own reality, perhaps that length of time has been... suspended?

[She frowns, hoping he certainly won't be using up precious... ah, afterlife? while here instead of where he belongs, even if the idea of existing (independently) beyond and after you've died was a strange one.]

Mostly there's merely aesthetic differences, probably owning to slightly different conditions or... something similar. I think the other differences I've noticed, which are about some certain inner workings, wouldn't really matter to you.

[The comment about how tall they are teases a dry smile from her.]

Ah, yes. We average around twenty feet tall, but anything from around thirteen feet and up to beyond fifty can happen.

I suppose only time will tell with that, huh? If it is suspended, then the only thing I worry about is if I'm missing back on Earth.

I was...investigating something.

[Oh good, so it's mostly just nitpicky little details.]

Talk about your growth spurt.

[He chuckles slightly.]

At least it won't take long to figure that out, no. [Even if that sounded rather... grim.] All of us are hoping us being here doesn't affect where we come from at all, since I think most of us left more or less involved situations behind.

[She didn't, at least, leave a dire life-and-death behind, but she sincerely hoped she wasn't missing anything or the others getting in trouble without her.]

Not that we grow, but yes, there's quite a span of possible heights. It all depends on what suits us and the type of altmode we have best.

I guess you're right on that part. I'll know in eight hours.

If time froze...lady luck'll be shining down on me. No doubt about that.

[He listens to her explanation, a smirk forming on his face.]

So...you're 'born' at the same size you'll be for the rest of your life.

So short... [She frowns, crossing her arms. That is.. just over a joor, and the thought to not have more time than that is... rather sobering.]

That's the least of it. Some here seems to have left their realities at quite unfortunate situations... yours was the same?

[Hard not to chuckle and nod at that.]

Yes. While there's a short period of time of... immaturity, I think you could say, we don't grow physically as I understand organics do?

At least I'd be gone before I got to really know anyone. It must be hard to lose someone close to you.

[A pause.]

Yeah, I was investigating my own murder. I...don't really remember much about myself. Turns out, dying gives you terrible amnesia.

Pretty selective too.

There is that, yes, on both accounts. We've lost some people here and there... Some come back, others haven't.

Your own... [Oh, well, that's...] I can see why you would want to... stay and solve that, if staying behind in some way is possible which, at least where you're from, it obviously is.

Selective? How?

Were you close to any of them?

[He's just curious now. If he's stuck here, he might as well talk to someone who might remember him.]

Well, I know basic things like...a dog...

But I can't read.

Not in such a way that they were from the same reality I am from, but Ratchet was a good mech. There's others that could be next.

[She frowns at this and then shakes her helm; nothing to do about it.]

That's interesting... And reading is a lot more useful than necessarily remembering what a dog is [whatever it was], and I assume learning how to read again would be complicated or take time?

[She wasn't sure how humans learned things, though, of course, if he only had eight hours - just over a joor, so short, learning to read again wouldn't really matter or even be a good use of time.]

I wish I could tell you on any of that. I'll say knowing how to read is a lot more useful than knowing what a dog is.

They never stop barking.

[MISSILE.]

Missing clues to your death might be very possible if you can't read, yes. Do you have someone to help you?

... Barking? Noisy, I take it?

[It's what she can figure out it ought to be.]

[He shakes his head.]

I only just found out before I came here. It posed quite the problem.

...Yeah, that's a pretty good way to describe it.

Seems like it. [She frowns.]

I have no idea if we remember anything if... when we can go back where we belong, but if we do, perhaps you could re-learn reading here, so you can use it when you get back?

[Besides the fact that it might make things easier for him overall while here.]

You know, that's not a bad idea. Even if I forget back home, it's not like it will change my fate any.

[A ghost could only do so much.]

I'd just have to find a teacher.

Well, there are some humans, or what looks like humans around. I know some of them are from Earth, but most of them are children.

Some of us cybertronians have been to Earth and stayed long enough it was worth learning the languages, I'm not one of them however.

That's very helpful, miss.

[He didn't really know her gender, but most pink things back home were related to girls, and the voice matched as well.]

My name's Sissel by the way.

[Close enough, and who knows what that mode of address gets translated as... But it's obviously nothing Elita notices.]

Nice to meet you, Sissel. I'm Elita One.

And if you do end up for any length of time here [Let's just... work with that assumption.] it would obviously be easier if you could read. Even if you probably necessarily won't need to, if you can stick with the video and voice function on the Link...

But I've always believed in using all possible tools available.

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