[Video] [Originating from Vectorian Temple]

[youdiedagain]

[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.]

Comments

[audio]

[youdiedagain]

Not just machinery either. Pretty sure I could inhabit a washcloth if I wanted. ...Not that I could work with that much. Machinery's easier.

Heh, that's appreciated, sir. Making a not-so-dearly-departed feel special.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Yeah, possessing a washcloth doesn't seem particularly... useful. Doesn't even have any gears.

Mm, call me Barricade; I ain't been a 'sir' to anyone in a very long while. But I'm glad I could make y'feel welcome~

[audio]

[youdiedagain]

I'm not one to keep manners out of the conversation.

Nice to meet you, Barricade. You can call me Sissel.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Manners. Always important, that. Well, usually important anyway.

[Sometimes you just have to be irreverent.]

It's a pleasure, Sissel.