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re_alignment2013-12-12 02:05 am
ichooseboth) wrote in re_alignment2013-12-12 02:05 am
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[Video/Action] Backdated to the end of the Pillar event
[The video opens back on the surface at the farthest edge of Prima's territory, with Optimus still wearing most of the signs of damage taken in the core, barely repaired. His colors are off; blackened with odd marks that are neither burns nor cuts.
He seems...distracted, optics staring out toward the darkness past the edges of the Haven more often than at the camera itself.]
I hope everyone is alright and has found time to be repaired. I know we seem to be missing a few of our number...
[He glances away again with unfocused optics, tensing as if to move away, before relaxing with some visible effort. He rubs a hand over the bridge between his eyes, pained, before rubbing more harshly at some of the black marks marring the blue of his helm. After a moment, he pulls away with a look of disgust.]
I wish to assist in any search being preformed- but I'm afraid I find myself...distracted.
[Another pause; his jaw works under his mask, reluctant.]
I... may be in need of some assistance of my own.
He seems...distracted, optics staring out toward the darkness past the edges of the Haven more often than at the camera itself.]
I hope everyone is alright and has found time to be repaired. I know we seem to be missing a few of our number...
[He glances away again with unfocused optics, tensing as if to move away, before relaxing with some visible effort. He rubs a hand over the bridge between his eyes, pained, before rubbing more harshly at some of the black marks marring the blue of his helm. After a moment, he pulls away with a look of disgust.]
I wish to assist in any search being preformed- but I'm afraid I find myself...distracted.
[Another pause; his jaw works under his mask, reluctant.]
I... may be in need of some assistance of my own.
[Video]
[Hoping he's remembering the name right.]
Sir, what assistance do you require? I'd like to help if I can.
[Video]
[He remembers Deckard from the battle down below, and gives him a nod. His answering expression is rather grim.]
I'm...not entirely sure if help can be easily given. It is hard to explain.
[He glances away, falling silent as he stares off into the distance.]
[Video] --> Action? =3
. . .
[Okay, checking the coordinates of the comm signal.]
Sir, please stay where you are. I'm on my way.
[Action!] /o/
[The thanks are belated, coming after yet another drifting pause, but genuine all the same.
He has fallen silent once more by the time Deckard arrives.]
[Action!]
Optimus Prime, it's Deckard. [In case the guy's affected enough to not recognize him right away.] Sir, will you describe what you're feeling or thinking?
[Action!]
He jumps a bit, startled out of his trance.]
Deckard. When did you get here?
[Another pause as he absorbs the words; he shivers when he actually contemplates on it.]
...If I had to describe it as anything: a calling.
[Action!]
[The answer makes him frown. He looks in the direction Optimus had been . . . and his frown deepens. He's heard about the call of the Badlands, has even felt it a little himself (though he'd not known until recently what it was), and considering all that's happened recently? AND the odd, blackened marks all over the other robot's armor?]
I see. Sir, will you come back to the police headquarters with me? Or Prima's temple? I think it's not a good idea for you to be alone right now. I'm sure having others immediately around you for you to focus on can only help.