[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

[Audio]

[notyourblueangel]

Hmn. It would seem so.

I don't know your voice either. I'm Thundercracker.

[Audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Designation's Barricade. It's a pleasure, Thundercracker.

[You seem more mentally stable than his own Thundercracker.]

[Audio]

[notyourblueangel]

Barricade . . . a fellow Decepticon. I wasn't aware that there were any more of us around.

Maybe we could meet sometime. Like at the new bar?

[Before coming here, he would never have been the one to initiate contac with another mech, including another Decepticon, unless maybe he was a Seeker. ...things have been different since arriving.]

[Audio]

[namesnotprowl]

This place is just a parade of people recognizing my name... There're 'Cons scattered around here, just you might not recognize them past the names.

And I'd be happy t'meet for a more personal chat.

[If only to more obviously clear up the whole 'Decepticon' thing.]