experimentality: (M ; it's all closing in on me)
686 Ebullient Prism ([personal profile] experimentality) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-08-07 10:40 pm

something is wrong [closed]

who; 686 Ebullient Prism & Kagerou
what; BAD TOUCHING
when; after this thread, post this log
where; Liege Maximo's temple
warnings; Potentially mild gore. Consent issues.

Prism hovered at the front steps of Liege Maximo's 'temple.' He had just finished up with Soundwave, his Gatherer still fresh from disposing of the cybertronian's mess. Today was shaping to to be quite a good haul for information, all things considered. It was almost worth the inconvenience of falling through yet another time-space anomaly.

To make matters better, this other robot seemed to be of another make or model from Soundwave. That meant fresh information, new diagnostics, a fresh set of AI to probe. Yes, Prism was definitely excited.
thxforthememories: (Like a vast predatory robot bird.)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2012-08-08 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
He did not know what to expect. The others seemed... so encouraging. They wanted him to 'make friends'. Not that he knew how to do that, exactly. The drawback, really, of knowing one other individual your entire life. Befriending one individual your entire life. Helping someone with simple research seemed... easy enough. He could do that.

It was easiest to fly. He left the other area without ceremony, without a word. He was his own being. He didn't have to tell them where he was going -- then again, it honestly didn't occur to him to do so.

Finding the place... that was difficult. But eventually, he touched down near the temple stairs, transforming from his bird-form as he did so, and looking the AI over.

"Are you... the one called Prism?"
thxforthememories: (Yes I'm listening.)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2012-08-08 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
It really does seem to be pleased. Plus... it was AI. Advanced AI. What does he have to fear from another robot? Aside from the Brave Police, he has never been harmed or threatened at the hands of his own kind. And now, here, one of them has even promised he'd be safe. He nods.

"I am. I am Kagerou."

Another nod, before he moves to climb the stairs. Temples... Gods... he only has a basic understanding of such things. If only because of programming. He has never actually seen one until he'd woken here.

"What questions did you have?"
thxforthememories: (Put it over there.)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2012-08-09 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
That phrase again. Those words... He knows it's just a saying, but it throws him whenever he hears it. He nods, instead of replying verbally, as he follows. He'd gotten out of his own "temple" so quickly, he hadn't paused to look around. No way to tell how different this one is.

"I'm not sure if I'll be much help," he admits. "But I will do what I can..."

He knows he's sheltered. Only days in this place have proven that much. When they enter the lab, he feels his wings flatten against his back. This wasn't the place he'd escaped from. Not by a long shot.

"Ah... all right."

He moves to stand against a wall, arms folded absently. "Is here all right?"
thxforthememories: (Strangling you is cathartic for me.)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2012-08-11 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
He tilts his head. That was surprisingly simple. Maybe this is going to be easier than he'd anticipated.

Except. Then he's restrained. He's fast, agile -- but even he hadn't noticed what was happening until he was fully tied up. Of course he struggles. He tries to twist, to get one hand free enough to grasp his blade -- or tear the things off him.

"What -- What are you doing?"

Even his wings are restrained. Flight won't be possible. Not like this.
thxforthememories: (Goddamn motherfuckin stoplights)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2012-08-11 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You said there would be questions!"

Not this. Even as he's hauled, laid out, he's struggling, thrashing. He has no intention of cooperating. He can't. This isn't right. He tries moving his wings, flexing them. Maybe if he can get them up underneath him, he can twist out of the ... the whatever this is.

"I don't want this!"

It's not happening. It can't be happening. If he could just get to a weapon --
thxforthememories: (For the last time...)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2012-08-11 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"This isn't helping! You said -- You said you needed help!"

He bares his teeth at him, for want of anything more productive to do. Or helpful. He's... actually terrified, suddenly, of what this is going to entail. Did he truly come all this way, truly make that promise, for absolutely nothing?

"No!"

That said, he continues to struggle, continues to try and fight.