[Video] [Junkpile]

[dirge]

[Only Dirge's upper half is visible above a pile of scrap- he's been spending most of his time in the junkyard rather than the living space provided at the temple. Every once and a while he's been leaving with armfuls of stuff and heading back towards his room.]

...It's hard to think. [He's mumbling, mostly to himself but somewhat directed at the camera.]

I have enough trouble with that without something else crowding my processor. [He's sorting trash, slowly and methodically, with much less enthusiasm than usual.]

I want to go somewhere. To look for something. But I don't know what it is. [Growl] It's very frustrating.

Comments

[raceme]

How nice of Swindle.

He turned you into his _slave then? That's why you were ^working for him?

[dirge]

....Good guess. [He's still kind of sore about that.]

But I'm free now. Thanks to the weird dimensional portals.

[raceme]

[Blur frowns. Decepticon or not he does not approve of any sort of slavery.] He's more of a glitchhead than I first thought.

Stay away from him them _{It would be} for the best.

[dirge]

[Shrug] I would have done the same to him if I'd been able to.

As for staying away from him... why do you care?

[raceme]

Go figure..I'm not really surprised.

Because reasons.