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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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"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.