louder than the ocean [OPEN]

[knightofdarkness]

WHO: Nemesis Prime, & OPEN!
WHERE: around the Haven (wow so specific i am amazing); specifically a path from Solus Prime's quadrant to Liege Maximo's.
WHEN Over the course of the past couple of days.
WHAT: This whole 'Glyphless' thing isn't what it's cracked up to be. Or it just...stinks in general. COME COMMISERATE.
WARNINGS: /shrug?

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At this point, it was impossible to transform. Or- well, it wasn't. But being a four-wheeled vehicle was...no longer feasible.

He'd enjoyed it while it lasted, but another form was all but complete, and while familiar...it was hardly welcome. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago that he'd worn this beast mode, and really, that wasn't far off. What with all of the relative years he'd been with the Alternity-

It seemed that the shedding of that (their?) altmode had cut off the last ties to it, though.

And Nemesis Prime did not like that.

He walked without really considering where he was going. Just...for motion. To keep moving, to keep from stopping and succumbing to the creeping darkness he could all but feel in his spark, to say nothing of the tug at it, the twisting, the thoughts familiar and seductive in their simplicity...

Make it stop.

He would fight it as long as he could. This was what he swore to himself...

But time was running out.

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[maxicpolarity]

Liege had known this was coming.

His brethren all knew, and he'd known too, analyzing the strange pulses that the Lambda was giving off, monitoring the sub-frequencies of the almost musical buzz they knew to the the calling, and waiting.

Soon, they would have to fight. Soon, he'd have to leave the sanctuary of his labs, take up his spears, and patrol toward the badlands once again.

For now, however, he is restless, and stands outside of his temple gate.

There is wind, and it is bitter cold, and he waits.

[knightofdarkness]

It's the structure itself that draws him, more than anything else. Signs of habitation, of culture, of life-

Only so much, though. This place feels empty. Desolate.

Though the sentinel makes him...pause, halting in his aimless stride. Not a form he recognizes it, but what's left of his higher-dimensional sensors twinge. There's...something about it - them, him? - that's reason for pause, chill ruffling through the fur coating his armor.

But then, it was, in part, designed for such extreme temperatures.

[maxicpolarity]

This is his sanctuary. The walls trap the warmth of the mountain within and bar the cold from entering...among other things.

Other creatures.

They are not welcome here, and this one...hm.

He peers down.

"You have his scent upon you," is all he says, noting the fur, noting the pace of his stride, noting the strange ripples in the waves of his desires. "You may not enter here."

[knightofdarkness]

"..."

It doesn't take much - if anything - to understand what the mech is speaking of. It's all but permeated to the core, a countdown to when all of this and what came before would be less than memory, less than fiction, would be as nothing compared to the simple desire for it all to stop.

Already, it gnaws at him, urging him to simply make it stop - one way or another.

"I know," he says quietly, standing his ground. "There is...no escape from it."

Not so much resignation as statement.

He knows, very well.

[maxicpolarity]

"It is inevitable," he agrees, simply, considering the mech before him. For stellar cycles, they had been trying to find a way to prevent chaos from taking hold on Cybertron. For eons, they'd been fighting a losing battle.

This lone creature was only proof of that.

He was proof...and he was, perhaps, useful for more.

"I can make it end, if you are willing," he offered, carefully. "I can take his taint, and put it toward our goals."

[knightofdarkness]

Inevitable seems to be an understatement. He was a fool to ever think otherwise...

But...

The dark helm tilts at the offer. He doesn't...understand. "It never ends," he says slowly, dead resignation clear. "But...explain."

Neither of them understand, but he is willing to listen.

[maxicpolarity]

"I have had little opportunity to study those who have been...influenced. You are changing, yet you still seem to be in control of your faculties. This...interests me."

A single hand gestures, indicating the entirety of the intergalactic warrior with a sweep. If the time was soon to be at hand where Unicron's influences was felt by Cybertron's guests, then he was going to take advantage of the changes.

One way or another.

"It is unlikely I can prevent your change, however."

[knightofdarkness]

Silence.

It wasn't so much that things took longer to process - his processor was working just as well as ever. It was simply a matter of applying it to things other than, well...

"Interest," he rumbles, narrowing his optics. At first, he balks; why should he care about interest? But...

"You can use this," he says, mostly in accusation.

[maxicpolarity]

"Yes," Liege replies, simply. "It is only through study that we learn." About each other, and about science. It was always an anomaly to him that others balked so much at the concept of death, but that, too, was worth learning about.

So was Unicron.

"With time and with subjects to observe, it may be that we can prevent the Lord of Chaos from returning again."

At least through the Refugees. There was likely nothing to prevent him from returning entirely.

[knightofdarkness]

Yes. He could use this, too. If this was something he could do to hinder Unicron, if only in some small part...

"Then do it."

It was the most sure statement he'd made.