[Accidental video post > then text.]

[raceme]

[Blurr is in the Police Headquarters, a data pad in his hands and a sour expression on his face. He was gone all the weekend exploring with Jetfire, Wing and Starscream, and he was not expecting such bad news when he came back.

So many lives lost to bring down Overlord. So many of his friends and…Wheeljack. Blurr’s frowning increases and he stares at the table in front of him for a nanocklic. A few seconds later said table is flying across the room and out of the window.

He feels a bit better after that kick, but it’s a small relief. He’s so angry with himself, with everything, that he’s trembling. After a few seconds Blurr notices that he was recording and he quickly turns off the video function.]

[>Text! Open]

I know the customs in my Cybertron but none of them were form my universe.

How do you honor a fallen warrior in your world?


[Text |Locked to Ultra Magnus.]

Ultra Magnus, a word with you if you please.

[/locked]

Comments

[raceme]

You would be amazed at what people think sometimes.

What would _you like as goodbye?

[aerospacecommander]

Nothing. I'm not going to die.

[Or rather he was never going to think about it.]

I plan on living forever in order to torment you all.

[raceme]

Everybody dies.

[It's a way to live in denial.]

...Seriously

[aerospacecommander]

Even if I did end up dying, I'd come back to haunt you.

[raceme]

You WON'T have anything better to do?

[aerospacecommander]

... If I'm dead? No, not really. I'll have eternity to haunt everyone.

[raceme]

Dead people are dead you can't do anything!

[aerospacecommander]

How do you know? Have you ever been dead?

[raceme]

Actually....