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re_alignment_logs2012-11-26 06:49 pm
knightofdarkness) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-11-26 06:49 pm
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Kinda Always Knew I'd End Up Your Ex Girlfriend [CLOSED]
WHO: Nemesis Prime, Barricade, and later on, Ramjet
WHERE: outside/around Solus Prime's temple
WHEN BACKDATED SLIGHTLY A DAY OR TWO
WHAT: Nemvoy goes to see Barricade concerning a few...changes.
WARNINGS: hhhmrmrhm nothing right now? will edit if something happens
His systems were shifting.
At first, subtle enough to ignore, but when Nemesis came out of a rough recharge cycle to find that some of his very armor had- had grown fur, then he had stopped trying to dismiss it. His audials, too, were shifting in to a more horn-like shape, one that he hadn't recognized until he found a reflective surface.
At that point, he'd commed Barricade, and all but demanded they meet. Considering Barricade was one of the mechs he trusted most, and he was a medic, and he was one of the few he really knew at all in these new situation where so much could easily go wrong-
To say he hurried would be an understatement. Convoy Super Black - whatever he called himself, he was what he was - was being reintroduced to an emotion he did not like, and was doing what he could to put it to a point where he could actually deal with it.
WHERE: outside/around Solus Prime's temple
WHEN BACKDATED SLIGHTLY A DAY OR TWO
WHAT: Nemvoy goes to see Barricade concerning a few...changes.
WARNINGS: hhhmrmrhm nothing right now? will edit if something happens
His systems were shifting.
At first, subtle enough to ignore, but when Nemesis came out of a rough recharge cycle to find that some of his very armor had- had grown fur, then he had stopped trying to dismiss it. His audials, too, were shifting in to a more horn-like shape, one that he hadn't recognized until he found a reflective surface.
At that point, he'd commed Barricade, and all but demanded they meet. Considering Barricade was one of the mechs he trusted most, and he was a medic, and he was one of the few he really knew at all in these new situation where so much could easily go wrong-
To say he hurried would be an understatement. Convoy Super Black - whatever he called himself, he was what he was - was being reintroduced to an emotion he did not like, and was doing what he could to put it to a point where he could actually deal with it.
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You have the Allspark to look forwards to. Even if you don't know. For him...
At first, he's just shaking his head. Denying the comfort. He gets none, there is none, but-
He's grown used to Barricade being there. Grown soft, perhaps, but it's not denial that has him elaborate;
"I failed. Or my template did. For that, everything after. I was punished, for ages, pain and light and Him and..."
At that, he cycles his vents, heavily. They rattle with distortion, the shifting armor making them ill-fitting, or perhaps...something else.
"I do not want to be like that again," he whines, all but falling in to a lean against Barricade. Barricade, who's seen him like that, in a state where there is nothing but an aching desire for it all to end.
A desire he still carries with him, and is growing louder by the day.
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He's no mech to judge who deserves what, beyond his own foolish dangerous sentimentality.
He rumbles his engine low, like he has at other points, when Convoy needed something to ground him. When his old instincts kicked in hard.
"I know," he murmurs, just pulling Convoy in against him. He doesn't want him to end up like that again, either. He doesn't want him to hurt.
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Tantrum? Breakdown? Moment.
He still doesn't feel any better for it being out of his system - it isn't out, it's still there - but at least he's admitted it aloud. He always knew it, but somehow, vocalizing it seems to have done something to at least- take the edge off. A bit.
He just wishes he knew where to go from here.
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Hearing all of that doesn't make things any easier, or better, but it does... something. It's been said, and he heard it. Maybe that's all it needed to do. He exvents quietly and stays like this for a while, finally able to let the silence be there, for a while.
But he has to break it eventually even so.
"What now?"
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"I've lived without hope for this long," Nemesis murmurs. "I suppose I could live with despair, too. For as long as I'm able to recognize it as such."
But to what actually do...
He shakes his head. He doesn't know. If you have any ideas, he'll hear them.
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"Keh," Barricade manages, a short noise. "Is that really any way to live?"
He rumbles quietly. He only wishes he had better ideas, but if what the FirstForged said was true... he hardly wants to see Convoy become that again.
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Not that he's in a hurry to move. This is reminding him of better times, when the worst they had to go through was- well, moments that if not easily handled were at least able to be handled, and only once had it truly gone wrong. Avoidable from then on, so long as they took precautions.
"I can only think," he muses quietly, "what the others must be going through. They have no idea what is coming to them..."
He thinks he envies them.
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It's a fond reminder, at least. Things were slightly easier to take care of. They could handle them and move on, once they figured out what to do. Found ways to prevent it from going wrong like the one time. If only it was so relatively simple as that again.
"They don't. But they're going to be confused, and afraid probably. Angry, eventually."
It all feels so clinical, at the moment.
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dateparty-crasher? Neither Barricade nor Nemesis probably did, but they'll get one anyway as Ramjet flickers into view.As the Lambda's... Badlands... Unicron's influence slowly grows, he can feel that. And one of them in particular, even if the growing change is more... qualitative than quantitative, compared to the others.
"... And yet you asked if I'd go through this." He chuckles briefly, his voice somehow preceding him but the second Ramjet's into view, he's stalking around them, narrowly eyeing the "pile" they've made. "His presence all-encompassing, but it doesn't fill enough to drown out the cracks. And I would not have the whispers repeated from the beginning."
It doesn't matter that Barricade's here to hear that; it means nothing, in the end. An annoyingly large non-entity is what the mech is, but, even as metal flexes, rising into boils and burst to leave briefly pristine and exact details behind, Ramjet will do nothing. Not yet.
"You could come with him, you know." It's off-hand and sharp as Ramjet's gaze suddenly focuses on Barricade. "Be part of something that is meaningful to the absolute end, if you survived!"
Except for that. Look, he's trying to play nice!
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Nemesis doesn't trail off so much as cut himself off, starting in surprise at the voice. He recovers quickly, optics narrowing as he forces himself together with a speed to be respected, pulls up his proverbial masks and shields, moves away just enough to catch sight...
But no more. He's too comfortable to move, Ramjet or not. But that doesn't mean he's not powering on his battle systems, just in case.
"A passing weakness," he rumbles, adknowledging his state and then moving past it. Perhaps not so passing, but...
Barricade is not part of this equation. He snarls, once, shifting to position himself between the two.
This isn't so much a protection as an outright claim. Barricade's fate is not for Ramjet to decide.
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He doesn't move at all, just listening for the moment. As long as he seems to be ignored, anyway; he's no part of this, presence or no. On a cosmic scale he's about as important as the average fly...
But when Ramjet's attention focuses on him instead of just Convoy, his plating shifts. His wings flick back and individual sections of armor flair out. Natural old reaction to catching the attention of something bigger and meaner than him.
"Sorry. Just got off of one of those 'meaningful jobs'. The dental plan was really awful. And I don't see either of us going anywhere anyway."
It's like a house cat hissing at a mountain lion.
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There's no reason for his reaction, really. Nemesis as he is now, especially now, isn't a threat. At all, really. But if there's one thing Ramjet has kept through everything it's his penchant for drama.
Straightening up, his optics narrow again, twitching between Nemesis and Barricade.
"A pity. It would stretch out the time you have like mercury falling down a hill, and he would be less inclined to hurt you at the end." Ramjet's not even looking at Nemesis for now, leaned against a convenient rock with the temple on the far side of both him and the pair.
"So stubborn, Prime. I think it will be about as passing as the nothing between, as that which crawls on the opposite end of both Unicron and Primus." Ramjet finally glances over at Nemesis, and there's the hint of a smile in his optics.
Because Nemesis is. Apparently, when he's got the choice, he turly turns out like his template... how ironic.
"And you're either going to be a very small mammoth, or you have some growing to do." It amuses Ramjet. Enough to still the twitching of one hand, and the flicker of purple aura concentrating around it.
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"I will be what I will be," he rumbles, doorwings flared. "But you have no place in its decision. Or those of my company."
If only he could stop it in such a way...but if he himself is doomed, is it too much to ask for to cripple the descent of others, to halt it? To undermine Unicron's goals- a last revenge, futile though it may be. A final strike...
Never once does he consider halting Ramjet directly. Not for the matter of being outclassed, it simply...doesn't occur to him.
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"What happens, happens. Deal with it as it comes down the pipes." It's always been his policy, and it's served him well enough. In this case there isn't much else he could do.
Fighting Unicronians was not something he did regularly, and the last time didn't end well. But he can at least try to handle it.
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"And didn't I give you that? Though I see no decision having been made, Prime. I see a spark flickering at the edge of a cliff, and you're just hanging there, tearing little endless flickers out of yourself while you're eaten up from the other end and it hurts doesn't it? And in the end you won't have what you want anyway!" Ramjet smirks, but while his voice is thrumming, even reverbing strangely, it's all completely humourless. "I know what you wanted before, Prime, so why not end it when you can?"
He doesn't necessarily want that, but he couldn't have given Nemesis Prime what he wanted when he was Unicron's, and he's not going to do it now either. The inevitability of it tugs at his spark, plays havoc with the energy inside of him... that he is, terrifying and terribly amusing at the same time.
Ramjet can't decide which he'd want the most as there's not enough of him to make a coherent decision about it, so instead he'll needle. Needle and lash out because why not?
No place, indeed.
"And if you wait to long, child of Primus, you will regret it." Another melting grin, stiff and toothy as Ramjet throws his arms out. That last is for Barricade, and he's taken several steps closer by now, but his optics are on Nemesis.
His optics, which are decidedly flickering between mechanical and... not.
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The last is a snarl again, an angry, frustrated noise. He wants- he wants revenge, he wants to live, free of mind, he wants it all just to stop...!
He can't have what he wants. He'll get none of it. It's enough to drive one mad.
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Even if he knows this is all going to end poorly, whether now or later, and it will just be him again. He can deal with that. Eventually.
"No mech worth their salt ever just gives up. Even in the face of impossible odds, or 'the inevitable'. That's not how it works." Not for Cybertronians, and he'll gladly call Convoy one, no matter what he was or is or will be again.
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But then, this is really about Nemesis anyway. And perhaps something he, himself, can't have anymore.
"And when giving up, giving in, when the silence of a spark extinguished, however brief, fleeting it is, is the only way to really win... What then!" The amber faux-glass of his cockpit swirls while yet remaining in place and shape, forming almost-shapes that shouldn't be while blue and white metal melts, freezes and reforms in ways it shouldn't.
"Nevermind what you want now, Prime, because right now? Right now, you should seek what you searched for before, for in that lies the only way... If you want to remain what you are." Ramjet laughs, and the sound seems to break the immediate reality around him.
Nevermind the slight, brief
breakingsway of the voice itself."Perhaps you should help him, if you wish to keep the inevitability of Unicron's touch to end where it will!" Briefly, Ramjet glances at Barricade, and then back to Nemesis, before he flickers out of view.
"Consider, Prime." That? Comes from right behind both of you, right before he teleports again. "Consider the sharp, edgeless hopelessness of being unable to choose to die. You know you couldn't have, unless the End, absolute and infinite had come! Consider the fact that you now can choose it!" Ramjet, once again in front of Convoy and Barricade, flings an arm out, palm up, one finger out... something between pointing and an offer.
Several details on Ramjet's form flicker and seem unable to decide what they should be, as tiny tentacles, both of energy and metal, twitch around him.
He can't choose. He never could. His stubborn devotion, the call of Unicron, had kept him alive through... that. Now it's a moot point, and he burns.
Nemesis?
Can choose.
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But there is no hope in it.
"What guarantee does death hold for me?" Nemesis demands, turning to keep an eye on Ramjet. "Or did you forget that it was death that spawned me?"
There is no hesitation in telling this 'secret' - however much it is or was one - between these two.
One, who knew him as well as anyone could - the other, who knows him as well as he let anyone outside of the Alternity.
They are both, in their own ways, the mechs he trusts most.